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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:42:42 GMT -5
Dark Match
Desmond Priest vs. Camellia Magna The bell sounds as both grapplers lock up. After jockeying for position, Priest moves Cami into the corner. As he presses her against the turnbuckles, the ref goes over and gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Priest makes a clean break… only to then lunge forward and go for a clothesline. But Cami ducks. When Priest turns around, Cami unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then brings him out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Priest reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Priest bends over to set up a back body drop. But Cami hurdles over him and runs into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Priest knocks her down with a dropkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . Cami kicks out. Priest picks her up, snapmares her over and then runs into the ropes. When Priest comes back, he goes for a low angle dropkick. But Cami rolls out of the way. When both grapplers get back to their feet, Cami goes for a step up enzuigiri. But Priest ducks. He then reaches down, pulls her up from behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami kicks out. Priest picks up Cami and goes for an irish whip. But Cami reverses, sending Priest into the corner. Cami then runs into the corner. But Priest nails her with a boot to the face. After switching positions in the corner, Priest hoists her up onto the top turnbuckle, turns around, places her on his back, heads out of the corner and delivers a backpack stunner. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up. After picking Cami Back up, Priest delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest before throwing out a roundhouse kick to the head. But Cami ducks, hops onto his shoulders and goes for a victory roll. But Priest shifts his weight back, pinning Cami. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami kicks out. Once both grapplers get back to their feet, Priest knocks her down with a roundhouse kick to the head. He turns her over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami gets her shoulder up. Priest picks up Cami and whips her into the corner. He then charges into the corner, but Cami nails him with a boot to the face. After stumbling back, Priest runs back into the corner. This time, Cami nails him with an elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Cami runs from out of the corner. But Priest ducks and lifts her up onto his shoulders. He then goes for an elevated gutbuster. But Cami lands on her feet. She then grabs Priest by the legs and rolls him back. Once Priest rolls over onto his knees, Cami runs over and connects with a front dropkick to the face. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Priest kicks out. Cami picks up Priest and goes for an irish whip. But Priest reverses, sending Cami into the ropes. When Cami comes back, Priest throws out a clothesline. But Cami ducks. Both grapplers then run into opposite sets of ropes. When they comes back, Cami knocks him down with a cross body. ONE! . . TWO! . . Priest kicks out. As Priest gets back to his feet, Cami grabs him and runs into the ropes. As Cami follows him into the corner, Priest runs up the turnbuckles, backflips off the top and lands on his feet. He then runs into the ropes. When Priest comes back, he takes Cami down with a satellite headscissors takeover. After Cami rolls out onto the apron, she pulls herself up using the ropes. But Priest nails her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then goes to suplex her back into the ring. But Cami slips down and rolls him up. ONE! . . TWO! . . Priest kicks out hard, sending Cami through the ropes and back out onto the apron. Once Priest gets back to his feet, Cami knocks him down with a missile dropkick. Priest gets back up, but Cami knocks him down with a jumping calf kick. As Priest gets back up, Cami delivers a series of knife-edge chops before sending Priest into the corner. Cami then runs across the ring and connects with a forearm smash. After bringing Priest from out of the corner, Cami runs back into the ropes. When she comes back, she throws out a clothesline, but Priest ducks. When Cami turns around, Priest kicks her in the midsection before delivering a swinging fisherman suplex. As Cami turns over and slowly gets up, Priest runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for the Stimulus Package. But Cami moves out of the way, grabs him from behind and delivers a backcracker. Cami steps out onto the apron and waits for Priest to get up. Wen Priest gets back to his feet and turns around, Cami springboards onto the top rope, leaps off and delivers the Snapdragon Fire. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Winner: Camellia D. Magna |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:42:51 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:42:58 GMT -5
White Plains DVD Taping
Westchester County Center
White Plains, NY [In the corridors of the Westchester Civic Center, Johnny Karma is walking with a purpose looking for somebody, while Cherry Baum desperately tries to keep pace with him] Cherry: J-K, can you slow down? It's really hard to walk fast wearing these shoes on slippery surfaces. [Karma stops, looks at the floor, and notices puddles of water all over the floor] Karma: Probably shouldn't have worn them when there's a blizzard warning. [Cherry thinks of protesting, but decides otherwise] Karma: Oh yes, since we're here, did you bring that bus timetable I asked you for? Cherry: I sure did. [Cherry hands a bus timetable to Karma, and he stands there reading it for a moment before handing it back to her] Karma: Hmm, I see the bus from Chandler Scott’s house wasn't scheduled for this week. Not much of a surprise... [Karma hands the bus timetable back to Cherry, then turns to face a locker room door directly next to him] Karma: Is this the right door? Cherry: I have been told that it is. Karma: Okay then… *Knock knock knock-knock* Karma: Cordy? *Knock knock knock…* [Cherry grabs karma’s wrist, and shakes her head] Cherry: Please stop doing that. It’s very annoying. Karma: Really? I thought it was funny every single time I did it, especially after six years... [Cherry quickly changes the subject] Cherry: Anyway, are you sure about this? I mean, you are pretty much walking up to someone and telling them you'll beat Jimmy Page for the F WA Championship because they couldn't. Karma: Relax, Miss Baum, me and Cordy are like... [Karma holds up two crossed fingers to Cherry] Karma: ...ever since we proved that Jimmy Page is oh-so beatable, and I'm sure she remembers that. After all, a friend in this business is a friend for life... [At that exact moment, Cordy Stevenson opens her locker room door. She is dressed in her normal street attire as she’s no longer scheduled to compete with her match against Aidan Collins being cancelled. She glances at Karma and then towards Cherry, before a small smile finds its way onto her face.] Cordy: Heeeyyy, well isn’t this a pleasant surprise. [She gives the two an acknowledging nod as she steps into the hallway, closing the door shut behind her.] Cordy: Cherry…. Karma, what can I do for ya? [She arches an eyebrow in curiosity, full well knowing that Johnny Karma doesn’t seek someone out unless he wants something from them.] Karma: Well, as you know, in a few weeks I'll be going up against Jimmy Page in a bid to do F WA a favour and remove that title from his waist, have it dry cleaned six or seven times, and then hold it in my hands to prove that a champion doesn't have to cuss like a docker in order to get their point across. The thing is, there's been a few people knocking on Jimmy Page's door since he lucked his way to winning the title, each of them coming close but every time he just managed to sneak out the other side with his clammy hands around the belt, so I'm looking to find out just what it took for every opponent to push him to the edge to come up with a winning strategy and, given you both broke his brain to the point he started reciting awful poetry as well as gained a pinfall on him, I can't think of anyone better on the roster to ask for some pointers. [Cordelia listens intently, hearing him out before finally nodding her head.] Cordy: Yes, I did hear about you getting that title match, and congrats on that Johnny. You definitely deserve it more than anyone else in that match, especially Chandler; I will say that. At least you had the … chutzpah to stand in the ring and finish your match with me, and not run away like a coward. [She rolls her eyes at the thought of Chandler and his cowardly actions in their Lowell encounter a few weeks back.] Cordy: But as far as Jimmy goes, hmm. [She pauses briefly, stroking her chin in thought.] Cordy: Jimmy and I, we have our history as you know, and yes, I am the last person to pin his shoulders down to the mat for a three count, but that doesn’t change the fact that I didn’t do it when it mattered the most. [She shakes her head from side to side as her face twists in disgust.] Cordy: Jimmy has an incredible gift, Johnny. And it’s the gift of getting under people’s skin; throwing them off of their game and causing them to lose focus. That was my mistake. I didn’t want to beat Jimmy Page. I wanted to hurt him; to end him and now that I think back, there were so many windows of opportunity that I failed to take advantage of because of my insatiable bloodlust. All he needs is a moment; just an instant where you lose focus and then… [She snaps her fingers.] Cordy: it’s all over. [She lets out a sigh.] Cordy: That’s what he’s going to be counting on. His MO is to survive until that moment comes. You want to beat Jimmy Page? [She asks, lightly thumping her fingering against his chest.] Cordy: Don’t give him that moment. [Karma rubs his hand on the smooth skin of his chin for a moment, as Cherry interjects] Cherry: So if I'm hearing this right, you're saying that it's not what Page does in the match that carries him across the line, but it's what he does before the match that makes his opponents stumble? [Cherry looks to Karma] Cherry: So what we should be looking to do is either ignore Page's mind games as best we can, or... [Cherry looks to karma, and he gives her a knowing look because he has an idea what she'll say next] Cherry: ...or we find a way to turn the tables, because the one thing he won't be expecting is somebody to get inside his head ahead of a match, and that'll ruin his plan before he can put it into action. [Karma gives an approving nod to Cherry, then looks towards Cordy] Karma: Does this sound like a way to rid the title scene of Jimmy Page? [Cordelia nods.] Cordy: Definitely. He’s going to try and get into you guys’ heads. If you ignore his mind games, you’ll be in good shape. You’ve already shown that you can hang with him Johnny, on more than one occasion. And if you get into his head and reverse the tables ahead of time? [She smirks.] Cordy: Well then I see no reason why you wouldn’t be walking out the next F… [She pauses for a second and grits her teeth.] Cordy: W…A World champion, as you would say. [Karma smirks, as if he came up with the idea] Karma: Hmm, I do like the sound of that. But will you look at the time? I could stand here yakking all day about how to make Jimmy Page a former champion, but... [Karma gives an apologetic shrug] Karma: ...I've got a match to prepare for, so it's probably a good idea to, you know, prepare for it. So thanks for your time and giving me a couple of things to think over, and I'll be seeing you when I see you. [Karma winks to Cordy before leaving in the general direction of his locker room, with Cherry following him closely] Cherry: So now all we need is a way to get into Page's head. Do you have any ideas J-K? [Karma opens his mouth to speak, but not a single word comes out] Karma: I got nothing. Cherry: Right... |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:04 GMT -5
We find ourselves backstage, where Alec Sage is standing in front of a wall already dressed in his ring gear. The camera is set right in front of him.
Alec Sage: "So, the news broke out a few days ago that Mirage is injured and has to vacate the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. That is very unfortunate news for Mirage, but in all sincerity, it opens the doors wide for a couple upstarts, myself included. I've said since day one that Legacy title is my one and only goal. After I win tonight, I want that title match at the upcoming supershow and I promise you I wil walk out the champion."
(Prince Kaour appears from the side, already sporting his characteristic body paint. He stands in front of Alec Sage and speaks.)
Prince Kaour: "Sage, you have a lot of talent and in fact you have my utmost respect, but... tell me, how do you plan on defeating me when your vision only takes you to the Legacy title? For me... I don't care about titles, I care about matches. Matches like the one we're having tonight, show stealing type of matches. You see, I'm a firm believer that if you find a way to steal a show, glory will come after, it doesn't matter if there's a strap involved or not... you have to steal the show."
(Kaour looks directly into Sage's eyes and extends his hand)
Prince Kaour: "What do you say? Can I count on you to steal the show tonight?"
(Alec looks at Kaour's hand, then right into his eyes. After a second or two, he smiles and accepts the handshake.)
Alec Sage: You sure can.
(As the two man shake hands Kaour speaks)
Prince Kaour: Let's show those veterans that the new kids are for real. Don't leave anything in the locker room, let's tear this place down.
(As Prince Kaour leaves, we cut back to ringside)
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:15 GMT -5
Marquis Barlowe Saxon vs. O.D. Porter J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest for the evening is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match. Introducing first, residing in New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 215lbs … He is ‘KALFOU’ MARQUIS BARLOWE SAXON! Halfway down the ramp he looks up to the sky with his arms spread out and howls as if he was a wolf howling to the moon. Marquis then looks around to the people in the crowd with disgust and slides into the ring. He walks over to his corner and sits on the ground resting his arms on the ropes while leaning back on the turnbuckles head lowered waiting for his opponent. As “Nothing Else Matters by. Metalica hits the lights dim letting the arena turn pitch black. The music plays on giving the crowd a sense of calmness. As the lyrics begin to come in the lights fade back in with a greenish tint to them as the ground is now covered in smoke. The camera pans up the ramp revealing Marquis Barlowe Saxon standing there with his head down.. He slowly looks up and begins to walk down the ramp. Kris Cruise: Two weeks ago we saw two of the members of Marinette Bois Sech – Miro Brendan Sterling and Marshall Byron Stevenson – debut here in FGA, defeating the team of Kevin Wolfe and Brett Owens in tag action. This is the third member of the team, Marquis Barlowe Saxon making his debut tonight. Stephy Auger: And against a man we saw backstage at Poughkeepsie, O.D. Porter. Kris Cruise: At least tonight he has a match to show up for, Stephy. Otherwise that would’ve been awkward again. The raw and sultry voice of Nina Simone permeates through the arena, bringing the crowd to a hush. When the instrumental of Bassnectar’s remix of Nina Simone’s “Feeling Good” begins, O.D. Porter moseys from behind the curtain bobbing his head and snapping his fingers to the beat, a huge, satisfied grin on his face. The crowd cheers and whenever Simone sings “You know how I feel” O.D. points to a member of the audience and sings “You know how I feel” to them, causing the crowd to cheer even louder than before. When the snares and piano begin to crescendo he begins to jump up and down. When the beat finally drops he punches the air before jogging melodically to the ring, slapping the hands of a few fans as he does so. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from New York City, New York, weighing in at 280lbs … He is O.D. PORTER! He jumps onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the ropes, still bobbing his head in time with the beat. He continues to smile and point at people- the fans, the commentators, the referee, the stage hands, and the ring announcer- telling each one “You know how I feel.” As the music fades, Porter’s smile does not, and he waits patiently for the match to begin. The bell sounds to start the match as both men circle the ring; the fans here in White Plains aren’t showing any love towards Saxon tonight, instead rallying behind the man they hope will defeat him as the two men lock up collar and elbow. Porter manages to overpower his much smaller opponent, pushing him back against the ropes as the referee calls for a break. Slowly, Porter lifts his arms and backs away – only to get caught with a rake to the eyes by Saxon. Kris Cruise: Looks like we won’t be getting a clean fight from the Marinette Bois Sech member tonight. Stephy Auger: I don’t think he can match the power of O.D. Porter, Kris, so Marquis has to do something to try and win this, no matter how unethical it might be. Kalfou follows up, nailing several hard right hands to the face of his opponent; Porter stumbles backwards with each shot until he reaches the center of the ring, whereupon Saxon attempts an Irish whip. It’s unsuccessful, however, as Porter manages to stand his ground and reverse the moves. Saxon bounces off the ropes and gets knocked down to the canvas with a clothesline. He gets right back up, but Porter clobbers him with another clothesline. Again, Saxon gets back up and this time he walks right into a front powerslam; all 280lbs of O.D. Porter landing on top of him to drive the wind out of him, drawing a cheer from the fans. Porter doesn’t make the cover, however, instead running against the ropes himself before going for the jumping knee drop – but Kalfou rolls out of the way. Stephy Auger: Nobody home for the knee drop! Saxon gets back to his feet and catches the rising O.D. Porter with a running knee lift! It’s enough to keep Porter down in a kneeling position as Saxon unloads with some more hard rights, as well as some kicks to the chest. Saxon drags his opponent back to his feet and throws him head first into the top turnbuckle. An Irish whip follows, sending Porter from pillar to post as he hits the far turnbuckle hard – and just in time as Saxon charges in after him with a running back elbow! Kris Cruise: Such tremendous speed from Saxon here; I could feel the impact of that back elbow myself. Porter staggers out of the corner, right into the waiting arms of Marquis Barlowe Saxon, who performs an inverted atomic drop. And, with his opponent doubled over, Saxon seizes the opportunity to execute an Evenflow DDT! Porter’s head bounces off canvas before he’s rolled over; Saxon goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! But Porter gets the shoulder up. The referee assures Saxon it was only a two count, so he stands right back up and stomps at his prone opponent. Porter rolls towards the ropes, all the while being stomped at, even while he’s using them to pick himself back up to a vertical base. Saxon changes his offense; a swift European uppercut finds it mark, causing Porter to fall back against the ropes. An Irish whip follows; Saxon sends his opponent running across the ring. O.D. bounces off the far ropes and comes back, ducking under the lariat attempt! He goes against the ropes again and nails Saxon with a clothesline – NO! MBS ducks! Porter turns around – side slam backbreaker by Saxon! And the hooks of the leg! ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Kris Cruise: I thought he had him there, Stephy. Stephy Auger: So did Marquis by the looks of it, he can’t believe that Porter kicked out of that backbreaker. Kris Cruise: O.D. Porter has taken the brunt of the punishment so far in this match, he’s really going to have to try and find a way back into this match if he has a chance of winning. Saxon looks to the referee is despair, claiming it was a slow count, but the official assures him it was only a two. Kalfou appears to be losing his patience with the official as the argument goes on just long enough for Porter to get back to his feet. He’s moving slowly, favoring his back slightly, but he catches Saxon from behind with a belly to back suplex! The crowd cheer upon impact, but Saxon gets back to his feet, only to get taken down by a side walk slam! Stephy Auger: He’s putting all his weight behind those slams, just driving the wind out of Marquis Barlowe Saxon. Porter appears to be catching his second wind. He marches around the ring, trying to work up the crowd as his opponent remains down in the center of the squared circle. Finally, he grabs Saxon and whips him towards the corner, following him in with an avalanche attack – but Saxon dodges the attack! Porter hits the turnbuckle chest and stumbles backwards; Saxon has taken the time to run against the ropes before he absolutely nails O.D. Porter with a Clothesline from Hell! Kris Cruise: Holy hell, I think he knocked O.D. Porter out of his boots there! No pin attempt, though, as Saxon drags his opponent back to a standing position. Porter is out on his feet as Saxon dives around the back and hooks the arms. The crowd look on in despair as Saxon drives his opponent head first into the canvas with the Full Moon. He rolls Porter over and makes the cover, a forearm across the face as the referee counts. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest … MARQUIS BARLOWE SAXON!!! “Nothing Else Matters” begins to play again as Saxon has his arm raised by the referee. The crowd here in White Plains don’t seem to like the outcome of this match one bit, however, as they boo the MBS. Kris Cruise: A solid win for Marquis Barlowe Saxon here tonight to start his FGA career. Stephy Auger: And a disappointing loss for O.D. Porter. Just when he appeared to be getting back into this match, Saxon just claimed this victory for himself. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:21 GMT -5
We cut backstage to see "The Biz" Mike Bisignano standing next to FGA's roving reporter, Spencer Burke. And since he's not booked on the show, "The Biz" is in street attire - denim jeans, powder blue button up dress shirt, and as always a pair of sunglasses upon his eyes.
Spencer Burke: Well Biz…you asked for some camera time. Here you go. Now what's on your mind?
Spencer points the microphone in The Biz's direction. The Biz takes his sunglasses off and places them atop of his head before speaking.
The Biz: What's on MY mind, Spencer? That's a VERY good question. CLEARLY you've come prepared.
The Biz shakes his head in embarrassment for Spencer Burke before taking the microphone out of the reporter's hand.
The Biz: What a joke you are. Do you know that, Spencer? But since you're SO inquisitive, allow me to tell you EXACTLY what's on my mind. Or better yet, I'll SHOW you.
And from his back pocket, The Biz pulls out a piece of paper and sticks it in front of Spencer's face.
The Biz: What do you see before you, Spencer?
The Biz points the microphone at Spencer as if HE has become the subject of this interview.
Spencer Burke: Uh...the lineup for tonight's show?
The Biz: Very good, Spencer. Very good. And what do you see WRONG with this document?
Spencer Burke looks confused and stammers a bit. The Biz frustrated holds the microphone away from Spencer.
The Biz: I'll TELL you what's wrong with it.
He jabs his finger at the paper.
The Biz: I'M not on it. THAT is what is wrong. One loss in two matches and I'm already being discarded while guys like Prince Kaour and OD Porter take my rightful spot on the show. Spencer, do you know WHY they call me "The Biz"?
Spencer Burke: Because your last name is Bisignano?
The Biz: Well YES but more important than THAT...I AM this business. I AM professional wrestling. So what I want to know is who the <BLEEP> is Prince Kaour? Is HE a former WORLD champion AND Hall of Famer? Is HE the epitome of this industry?
Spencer starts to speak but is cut off by The Biz.
The Biz: It was a rhetorical question, Spencer. But here's one that's not. Does ANYONE in the <BLEEP>ing FGA front office know what they're doing? Or do they all have their heads up their rear ends like every other wrestling promoter out there? Do they have the FAINTEST idea how good for business The Biz can be?
Spencer Burke: Ummm...yes?
The Biz: THAT'S NOT THE ANSWER I WAS EXPECTING!
Spencer Burke: Sorry?
The Biz: You should be sorry, Spencer. Now the way I see it -- if FGA isn't going to put me in a match tonight... well then I guess I'll just have to FORCE their hand.
Spencer Burke: Force their hand? What the heck does that even mean?
The Biz: Oh don't you worry, Spencer. Don't...you...worry. You and everyone else in this company will find out soon enough. Maybe sooner than you think.
And with that, The Biz goes to strike Spencer but stops short watching the reporter flinch. The Biz chuckles and storms out of frame.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:25 GMT -5
Prince Kaour vs. Alec Sage The first accords of "42 and 6" by Tool start playing around the arena as the lights start flickering and a small amount of smoke floods the floor. After five to ten seconds of the song, Prince Kaour crawls (or walks depending on body paint) out of the curtain and stands right in the middle of the ramp, his eyes closed soaking the atmosphere. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at 205 pounds… PRINCE KAOUR! After standing there for about five seconds he opens his eyes and starts walking down towards the ring, giving everyone a glare as he approaches the apron. Once there he slides into the ring and runs to the nearest turnbuckle from which he glares at the crowd some more and grins before jumping back to the canvas. Kris Cruise: Prince Kaour was successful the last time out against Evelyn Thompson. Can he make it two for two against Alec Sage? Stephy Auger: I think he can. Kaour not only wants to win a Sage, but wants to win over the crowd by putting another another stellar match. The intro of "Won't Back Down" echoes through the venue and people get on their feet as Pink sings the opening chorus. Just as Eminem spits out the first words of the first verse, Alec Sage storms out from the backstage and does his best to get the crowd going. He takes off his sports jacket and leaves in on the entrance, then runs towards the ring and slaps hands with several fans. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio! Weighing in at 164 pounds! He is “The Knockout Kid,” ALEC SAGE! Alec slides into the ring and hops on the second turnbuckle immediately, showing off to the crowd once again. He hops off and shakes the hands of the ring announcer and the referee before moving to his corner, stretching out before the match. Kris Cruise: Sage was successful in his debut against Mike Bisignano. Out of all of these FGA newcomers, it seems like Kaour and Sage have impressed the most. Stephy Auger: They really have. These two have respect for one another and have vowed to put on a heck of a match. I can't wait for this one, Kris! Kaour and Sage shake hands before locking up. After jockeying for position, Kaour applies a side headlock. But Sage is able to reverse into a hammerlock. After reaching back, Kaour grabs Sage and throws him down with a snapmare. As Sage gets back to his feet, Kaour throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Sage reaches up and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Kaour is able to escape via kip up. Once Sage gets back to his feet, Kaour goes for a running clothesline. But Sage ducks, sending Kaour into the ropes. When he comes back, Sage throws him down with an arm drag. Kaour gets back up, but Sage throws him down with another arm drag. Kaour gets back up, but Sage throws him down with a side headlock takeover. Kaour reaches up and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Sage is able to roll over onto his knees, slip out and flip over into a jackknife pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kaour bridges up, turns over and counters with a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sage gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: How about that sequence from those two? Stephy Auger: Kaour's got an advantage in the height and weight department. But these two have very similar styles. They like to keep the action fast paced. But who is going to ultimately gain the advantage? Kaour picks up Sage and whips him into the ropes. When Sage comes back, Kaour knocks him down with a dropkick. Sage gets back up, but Kaour throws him down with a scoop slam. He then steps over Sage and goes for a standing moonsault. Sage moves out of the way, but Kaour is able to land on his feet. Once Sage gets back up to his feet, Kaour runs over and delivers a running hurricanrana, sending him stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. Once Sage gets up on the apron, Kaour runs over and delivers a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then runs into the opposite ropes. When Kaour comes back, he goes for a sunset flip powerbomb to the outside. But Sage counters by hanging onto the top rope. He then follows up with a stomp to the face, sending him stumbling around on the outside. Once Kaour turns around, Sage runs along the apron and knocks him down with a cannonball senton to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off as sage takes out Kaour! Stephy Auger: Sage had Kaour lined up perfectly and took advantage. How will Kaour respond? Sage picks up Kaour and rolls him back into the ring. He then leap frogs onto the apron, springboards to the top turnbuckle and goes for a diving double foot stomp. But Kaour rolls out of the way. Once Sage lands on his feet, the momentum sends him rolling forward. Once Sage rolls up to his feet, Kaour runs over to attack. But Sage knocks him down with a savate kick. He then steps over Kaour and connects with a standing moonsault. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kaour gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Great displays of athleticism there by Sage, but it only gets two. Stephy Auger: Sage wants it known that he's going after the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. With moves like that, that championship could be his sooner rather than later. Sage picks up Kaour and whips him into the ropes. When Kaour comes back, Sage throws out a Cyclone Kill. But Kaour catches his foot and knocks him down with a leg sweep. Sage tries to get back up, but Kaour knocks him down with an overhead kick. Kaour then runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with Rolling Thunder across Sage’s back. Kaour rolls him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sage gets his shoulder up. Kaour picks up Sage and whips him into the ropes. When Sage comes back, Kaour goes for a back body drop. But Sage somehow lands on his feet and runs back into the ropes. When Kaour turns around, Sage delivers a frankensteiner, followed by a standing shooting star press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kaour gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Yet another athletic display by Alec Sage! Stephy Auger: But you've got to respond the resiliency of Prince Kaour. He continues to get his with all these high impact moves. But he continues to get his shoulder up. Sage picks up Kaour and whips him into the corner. Sage then runs into the corner, but Kaour nails him with an elbow to the face. After grabbing Sage and sitting him down across the top turnbuckle, Kaour grabs him and delivers a rope hung cutter to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sage gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Big move there from Kaour. He just drove Sage straight down with that cutter. But Sage got the shoulder up. Stephy Auger: I thought that was it for sure. Kaour picks up Sage and goes for a German Suplex. But Sage elbows him in the face, performs a standing switch and goes for a German of his own. But Kaour runs towards the ropes and ducks, causing Sage’s throat to hit the top rope. As Sage stumbles back, Kaour hops through the ropes and connects with a springboard knee strike. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sage gets his shoulder up. Kaour then positions Sage for a belly to back suplex. But Sage rolls over his shoulder, lands on his feet and counters with a Tornado Powerslam. Sage picks up Kaour and goes for an Ace Crusher, but Kaour shoves Sage off of him and into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Sage hangs onto the ropes. So Kaour runs over to attack. But Sage nails him with an elbow to the face. As kaour stumbles back, Sage slingshots onto the apron and then delivers the Rolling Stone Lariat. Kris Cruise: Big lariat takes down Kaour! Stephy Auger: But it also took a lot out of Sage! Which one of these men is going to get back to their feet first? As both men slowly get back to their feet, Mike Bisignano slides into the ring, runs over and knocks both men down with a clothesline. The crowd boos as the ref calls for the bell. Kris Cruise: Mike Bisignano!? Stephy Auger: What's The Biz doing out there? And why did he attack both men? After putting the boots to Kaour, Biz picks him up and delivers the Bizness End. Biz storms across the ring, grabs Sage and slams his head onto the top turnbuckle. After turning Sage around, Biz pummels him down in the corner with a series of punches to the face. He then delivers a series of knee strikes to the head when he’s down in the corner. Kris Cruise: The bell continues to sound as The Biz is just laying into Sage! Biz brings Sage from out of the corner, hoists him up and then throws him down with The Bizness End. He then applies the Dragon Hook as the crowd continues to boo. Stephy Auger: Why is The Biz doing this? Is it because he lost to Sage two weeks ago? That can't be it, right? After keeping Sage locked the Dragon Hook for about a minute, the other referees get in the ring and pull Biz off of Sage. He then stands over Sage as the crowd continues to rain boos down onto him. Double DQ |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:40 GMT -5
Jimmy trudges into the locker room, he wasn't all to keen with traveling with the show, but where else was he going to go? He sat down alone in a small locker room by himself, watched the show and then went home. That was the plan. But having three beers in his system, he had to go to the bathroom, go figure. When he came back he realized something was off. The locker room door was opened slightly. Jimmy Page: ... Jimmy cautiously pushed it open. And to his surprise...no one was there. Jimmy looked around, everyone was spotless, by his standards away. His stuff was laid across the floor along with beer cans and bottles. Jimmy suddenly turned his attention towards his duffle bag. Jimmy Page: ... Jimmy snatches it up and rummages through it. He pauses for a moment, finding a piece of paper sitting in it. Page glares at it, reading it quickly. Page's eyes looked confused. Suddenly he stood up and paced the floor. Jimmy then leaves the locker room, headed where? Nobody knows. The scene then begins to fade away... " Dear Jimmy,I've always liked you, but I never knew how to approach you. I decided the best way to get to you was by writing this small little note. I know, it seems old fashion, but I didn't know any other way. Meet me later on, I'll be alone waiting for you.See You Then,
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:46 GMT -5
Mia Scott vs. Jake Wylde Stephy Auger: Up next we have Mia Scott and Jake Wylder scheduled to go one on one and, Kris, I know you’re looking forward to this one. Kris Cruise: I certainly am, Stephy. A few weeks ago we all saw Jake Wylde confront our former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, Chaz Holiday, as he was announcing his in-ring hiatus. But it would appears as though one of his comments struck a little too close to home with a fellow FGA wrestler. Stephy Auger: Wylde made what was frankly an unnecessarily rude comment regarding the private life of Mia Scott and she was annoyed by this. And rightfully so. They’ve traded words this week, with Mia making it crystal clear that she’s out for blood tonight. Kris Cruise: And Jake Wylde is just looking to strike a blow against a close friend of Chaz Holiday. Lets get this match underway! “Even Flow” by Pearl Jam hits, and the crowd begins to boo instantly. Jake Wylde makes his way from the back pushing the curtains aside, taking a drink from his water bottle and dumping some on his head. He runs his hands through his hair and over his face, looking at the fans with a look of disgust. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from West Yorkshire, England, weighing in at 203lbs … He is ‘THE INFECTION’ JAKE WYLDE! He mocks some, keeping his distance from them before sliding onto the apron. He sits there, back to the ropes looking at the fans on both sides of the ring, shaking his head. He hops up, and climbs into the ring getting ready for battle. Kris Cruise: ‘The Infection’ looks ready for action, but listen to these fans, Stephy – they hate him. Stephy Auger: Who can blame them, Kris? 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 J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from London, England … She is 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–and Wylde attacks! Kris Cruise: What a cheap shot by Jake Wylde, not even waiting until his opponent is in the ring before attacking. Jake Wylde wasting no time in getting this match started as he stomps away at Mia Scott; the referee call for the bell to officially start this match up as ‘The Infection’ drags Scott back to her feet and hurls her head over heels into the turnbuckle. She crumples into a heap on the mat as Wylde continues stomping at his the ribcage of his prone opponent. Stephy Auger: Those ribs have been a problem for Mia Scott in recent weeks, and Jake Wylde knows this. The referee intervenes, pushing Wylde away as the crowd boo him mercilessly. Mia begins to get back to her feet, reaching a kneeling position as Jake steps around the official and plants a straight kick to the ribcage of Mia Scott. He stands her up in the corner and immediately drives his shoulder up into Mia’s midsection no less than eight times before he takes a step back, allowing Mia to stagger out of the corner. A toe kick to the gut doubles over Mia before she gets dropped to the mat by a snap suplex. Wylde floats over into a cover. ONE! . . TWO! But Mia gets the shoulder up. Undeterred, Jake picks his opponent right back up and once again throws her into the corner, whereupon he proceeds to stomp a mudhole in her midsection until Mia is forced to slump down into a seated position. And, much to the chagrin of the referee, Wylde places the boot across the throat of Mia Scott, choking her. The official begins to count, getting to four and a half before Wylde eventually releases the choke – earning him an admonishment from the referee. Stephy Auger: This is just brutal, Kris. Jake Wylde is targeting those injured ribs; if he keeps this up we may see Mia Scott on the injured list before long. Kris Cruise: Certainly an inauspicious start for the Londoner. Smirking, Jake Wylde returns to the corner to drag Mia towards the center of the ring via her boot – but she begins to fight back! One kick straight to the face has Wylde reeling, the second one manages to knock him before Mia rolls towards the ropes, using them to regain her vertical base. But Wylde is also back on his feet; he turns to the rising Mia Scott and charges in, but Mia meets him with a spinning back kick to the midsection. Jake stumbles backwards a step as Mia steadies herself; she unleashes a ferocious shoot kick to the chest. And another. And a third! It’s enough to have Wylde reeling, a look of sheer agony etched on his face as Scott strikes once more; she lands a roundhouse kick to the side of the head and Wylde goes down like a sack of potatoes! Stephy Auger: Did you hear that?! Kris Cruise: Mia Scott desperately trying to claw her way back into this one, but she’s moving slowly, Stephy. Can she capitalize? Mia crawls slowly towards her motionless opponent, dragging herself closer before she can drape an arm across his chest. ONE! . . TWO Stephy Auger: Oh, so close! Wylde gets the shoulder up! Mia sits up, holding her ribs as she stands back up, but her opponent is already rolling out of the ring, under the bottom rope and to the outside. The nearby fans boo as Wylde takes a moment to gather his bearing after that roundhouse kick, but Mia isn’t going to wait for him. She climbs out of the ring, only to find she has to give chase as Wylde takes off around the corner. He slides back into the ring so Mia follows him in under the bottom rope – but he’s waiting for her. More stomps to the torso keep Mia Scott grounded as she rolls towards the apron, clutching her ribs in agony. Jake Wylde takes off, running against the far ropes before coming back with a baseball slide, knocking Mia off the apron and down to the cold, hard floor below! Kris Cruise: Ow, I felt that one, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Mia Scott dumped unceremoniously to the outside and that is not a place she wants to be, Kris. Wylde takes a moment to gloat to the audience as he makes disparaging gestures towards Mia as she uses the guard rails to slowly get back to her feet. But she’s barely standing as Wylde is already running against the far ropes as he comes back with a corkscrew suicide dive… Kris Cruise: Holy hell! …and misses! Mia dodged the attack and Wylde slams into the guard rail before collapsing into a heap on the floor. The fans are on their feet, partly cheering, partly curious to make sure he’s ok – but Mia Scott isn’t about to let up now. Wearily, she returns to where Wylde is laid out and stomps a few times before picking him up and laying him back against the guard rail. The referee has begun the count-out; he’s currently on three as Mia whips Wylde towards the steel ring steps! He slams into them shoulder first before finally being rolled back into the ring. Mia follows him in moments later, breaking the count-out at seven. She drapes an arm across the chest and goes for the cover. Stephy Auger: Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NOO! Kris Cruise: Great ring awareness from ‘The Infection’ there! A foot on the bottom rope saves Jake Wylde this time. Frustrated, Mia pounds the mat with a clenched fist before standing back up. She drags Wylde by a foot towards the center of the ring and sits him up, assuming a position behind him. And the fans go crazy as Scott unleashes a series of soccer kicks to the spine. The howls of agony emanating from Jake Wylde can be heard throughout the arena as Mia runs against the ropes, coming back with a running dropkick to the face of her opponent! She goes for the cover and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Wylde gets the shoulder up again and Mia can’t quite believe it. The official assures her it was only a two count, though. Fighting through the pain, Mia goes to lift Wylde back to his feet, but rakes her across the eyes. The referee admonishes him, but Jake pays him no mind. Scott staggers backwards as Wylde stands up, albeit unsteadily. He strikes out, nailing Mia with a forearm shot. But she fires one right back. Another forearm shot by Wylde is met by another from Mia. And a third time before Wylde drives a knee up into the midsection of his opponent. He grabs her in the butterfly hold and promptly slams her down his knee with a backbreaker before the both of them collapse to the mat. Wylde covers. Stephy Auger: A double underhook backbreaker by Jake Wylde. And he’s looking to finish this match. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Scott gets the shoulder up at the last possible second and this time it’s Jake Wylde who looks to the official in disbelief. He gets back to his feet, staggering slightly as he lifts Mia up in a rear waistlock. But he spins Mia around and brings her in for the short arms clothesline – THE REJECTION MISSES! Mis ducks the clothesline and waits for Wylde to turn – ROYAL TREATMENT! Wylde gets spiked face first into the mat with Mia’s version of a cutter but she can’t make the cover. Kris Cruise: She could have this match won, but Mia Scott hasn’t got the energy to make it over to her opponent. Stephy Auger: Both of these competitors are giving it their all in that ring tonight, Kris. And this match has been physically brutal on both of them. Kris Cruise: Neither of them can have much left in the tank by now, who can steal the victory out from under the nose of their opponent? Scott crawls towards the ropes, clutching at her ribs as she makes her way back to a vertical base. Wylde is recovering in the center of the ring; he’s up to a kneeling position as Mia runs in – SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS! And the cover! Kris Cruise: This has to be it! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … MIA SCOTT!!! Stephy Auger: She did it! Mia Scott emerges victorious against Jake Wylde! “Stand Up” begins to play throughout the arena as the referee helps Mia Scott back to her feet. One hand is raised in victory to a thunderous cheer from the fans in attendance as Mia clutches at her ribs with her other hand. Kris Cruise: What resilience from both wrestlers, Stephy. But you have to believe the tide turned when Jake Wylde missed that corkscrew suicide dive. After that Mia Scott took advantage and just made ‘The Infection’ suffer. Stephy Auger: I’ll agree with that, Kris. But what a terrific match we just witnessed. I don’t know how we’re going to be able to top this tonight, but we’re certainly going to try. (Jake gets to his feet, sitting in the corner of the ring and calls for a microphone. The fans boo as Wylde lifts it to his mouth, breathing heavily into it.) Jake Wylde: For once... I'm tired of talking Chaz. I'm going to make this short and sweet. Show up next week. I've talked about you. I've talked about your friends. I've talked about your family. You wouldn't bite. Let's just say I left an ace up my sleeve so if you decide NOT to show up... you're going to have wish you did. (He drops it on the mat and rolls out of the ring, limping to the back after his brutal match.) [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:43:53 GMT -5
After all that has just transpired, we’re taken back to the ring. But the ring isn’t empty. Oh no, it’s got someone in it. Someone who’s receiving a very mixed reaction from the White Plains, NY crowd. But standing there none-the-less, is a very rough-for-his-wear Chris Bond. Wearing just a simple “Red Lion” FGA t-shirt, the Battle Hardened Veteran has certainly seen better days. He’s unshaven and dark circles lay under his eyes. So not much has changed, but the manner in which he holds himself certainly has changed. He seems beaten down. The crowd continues to make noise, so Bond is forced to speak over them.
Chris Bond: Ladies and gentlemen, I come here today, asking for forgiveness.
The crowd hesitantly quiets down, slowly luring itself in to hear what may be spoken.
Chris Bond: Now, I know I haven’t done much of anything to deserve your forgiveness. Hell, I haven’t done much of anything here lately. My life, it’s just not what I had expected. I’m almost forty-years old. I’ve got a kid, and I’m alone in my life. My one true love recently passed away. I’m thrust into fulltime fatherhood for the first time in years, and I’m at a loss. I don’t know what to do anymore. I… I… I’m just at a loss.
Bondo looks down, running his hand across his face. His lip whimpers for a moment, but he quickly sucks it up.
Chris Bond: I didn’t come out here for your pity. I came to apologize for my actions. In a fit of jealousy, I bitterly attacked one of the few, true, loyal competitors in this business. I saw the way you guys treated him, and I craved for that attention. I yearn for it each and every day. But week in and week out and I’m not being booked. I’m being overlooked by younger, hungrier talent, and I just don’t know what I need to do. So I’m making amends. I’m going to try and clear the dirt from my name and make one final run. I can’t keep making these same mistakes. I’ve got a few thousand miles left on this old body before I call it quits. So I’ve come out here, asking for your forgiveness. I came out here tonight to see if you even want me to give it one more go. I know I’ve let you down recently with my actions and my words, but I hope you can forgive a humble and broken man.
The fans look around amongst each other, slowly rallying around the former PRIDE Champion. A small chorus of cheers echoes into a larger blanket that covers the capacity crowd.
Chris Bond: Sean, I owe you an apology directly. I attacked you on a couple separate occasions, and I ran your name down in mud. I verbally and physically assaulted you and your character, and any doubt out there that remained about your true motives were squashed the night you cleanly defeated me. I’m very sorry Sean. You didn’t deserve any of that, and you are certainly one of the finest talents this company has ever had wrestle under its banner. And I—
(Suddenly, Bond is cut off by a chorus of boos. They aren't boos for him, but for Chandler Scott, who emerges through the curtain.)
Chandler Scott: Well, well, well. I hear all of this talk about “one of the finest talents this company has ever had”. The least you could do is get my name right?
(Chandler chuckles to himself as he continues to walk down the aisle.)
Chandler Scott: In all seriousness, Bond, what are you doing? First, don’t apologize to Sean Sands. You shouldn’t have to get on your knees and grovel for anything from him. That man doesn’t possess anything that you want or need and that goes for his respect.
(The crowd boos Chandler's dismissal of sands.)
Chandler Scott: And as far as these people go? You know first hand just how fickle they are. As soon as you knocked Sands to the ground, the fans booed you out of the arena. But you weren't in the wrong. You were totally justified in doing what you did that night in Chicago Ridge. These people, they’ll cheer you one minute. They’ll chant your name. They’ll wear your t-shirts proudly. But at the drop of a dime, they’ll turn on you the very next second. They did it to Cyncity. They even did it to you.
(Chandler points at Bond and can be seen mouthing "... and you know I'm right." Chandler climbs up onto the apron before stepping through the ropes.)
Chandler Scott: But you want to know what’s worse than begging Sands for forgiveness? You want to know what’s worse than begging these fans for forgiveness? It’s you going back on your own words.
(Bond tilts his head in confusion.)
Chandler Scott: There was a time in history that your words meant something. There was a time when your word was your… well… bond, no pun intended. People believed in you, Bond. Whether they fought on the same side as you or not, when you took that microphone and you spoke to these people, there was something believable in everything you said. There was a time when you were the embodiment of what it meant to be FGA Proud. But as I look at you now, I don’t see a man with pride. I don’t see a man with any self-respect. I see a shell of a man. Long gone are the days of the man who held the Pride Championship. Long gone are the days of the man who fought blow for blow with Chris Q. I look at you now and I don’t see a man who needs forgiveness. I see a man that needs pity.
(The crowd boos as Chandler shakes his head at Bond. But Bond can be seen mouthing, "I don't need anyone's pity.")
Chandler Scott: It is a shame to see what you’ve become. This business has chewed you up and spit you out, Bond. You’ve talked about having one more run left in you. But we both know you won’t even make it out of the starting blocks. You just don’t have it in you anymore. The mind may be willing. The body is clearly no longer able. Simcoe was a long time ago. Hell, being a 2-time Pride Champion was a while ago. It’s time to move on, Bond. It’s time to go home. Be a family man. After all your kid has already lost one parent. The little tyke doesn’t need to lose another.
And that sets of Bond, who tackles Chandler down to a thunderous ovation.
Kris Cruise: Bond just took down Chandler!
Stephy Auger: Chandler crossed the line and Bond is making him pay!
Bond mounts himself on top of Chandler and fires down rights and lefts, lefts and right. In a state of panic, Chandler tries to cover himself up. But the bombs that Bond are throwing still connect.
Crowd: BOND! BOND! BOND! BOND!
Bond picks up Chandler and hurls him into the corner. He then storms into the corner and fires off a round of right hands to the jaw. Each punch turning Chandler’s head to the side on impact. Once Chandler has slumped down in the corner. Bond tries his damnedest to brand the sole of his boot onto his chest with mudhole stomps. Bond turns and screams. The crowd is on their feet.
Stephy Auger: I can't even hear myself talk! This crowd is on their feet for the return of Chris Bond!
The Bond chants rock the arena as Chandler appears to have seen better days. But Bond isn’t done yet. He goes back over, grabs Chandler and tosses him through the ropes. Bond hooks his arm around Chandler’s neck, dragging him across the second rope.
Kris Cruise: He's got him lined up!
Bond’s seconds away from planting Chandler face-first into the mat with the Rejection. But somehow, Chandler gets off the ropes, lifts up Bond and drops him throat-first across the top rope with a hot shot.
Kris Cruise: AW NO!
The boos rain down on Chandler as Bond holds his throat.
Stephy Auger: And now look at Chandler take advantage of a downed Chris Bond!
Boot after boot is driven into the ribs of the Battle Hardened Veteran. Chandler now mounts himself on top of Bond. He then drills his fist repeatedly into the face of Bond. After standing up over Bond, Chandler takes off his belt, folds it in two and begins to whip Bond with it.
Kris Cruise: This isn't even necessary! This is just adding insult to injury now!
Welts begin to accumulate across Bond’s chest, back and arms as Chandler continues to whip him.
Stephy Auger: That's enough, Chandler!
After placing the belt around Bond’s neck, Chandler places his knee on Bond’s back and pulls back, trying his best to choke him.
Kris Cruise: Enough already, Chandler!
Once Chandler let’s go, Bond’s face hits the canvas. He can be seen gasping for air as he clears the belt from around his neck.
Stephy Auger: Bond's return has gone from good to bad to worse within minutes and it's all thanks to that jerk, Chandler Scott!
Chandler picks up Bond, turns him around and knocks him out with a hangman’s Harvard Hammer.
Kris Cruise: Bond drops to the canvas after that Harvard Hammer to the back of the head. But wh... what's Chandler doing now?
While Bond is face down on the canvas, Chandler heads to the outside. He goes over to J.A. Aldridge and yells at him to get out of his seat. Once he does, Chandler takes the chair and slides back into the ring.
Stephy Auger: No, no, no, no, no. Someone needs to come out here and stop this now!
Chandler goes over to Bond. He turns Bond’s prone body onto his back… only to scissor the chair around Bond’s surgically repaired knee.
Kris Cruise: That knee of Bond's has been a repeated target over the years and Chandler's got it in his sights.
Chandler climbs to the second turnbuckle. He turns, shouting down at Bond that he should have never come back. But just as the boos have reached their zenith, Sean Sands races down to the ring, resulting in a wave of cheers that consumes the arena. As Sands slide into the ring, Chandler slingshots himself down onto the apron.
Stephy Auger: Sean Sands! Thank God for Sean Sands!
Sands gets up to his feet and runs to get Chandler, but Chandler hops down and places his hands up. He slowly backs up and makes his way up the aisle while the crowd lets him have it.
Kris Cruise: Sean Sands has sent Chandler Scott fleeing! And thank God he did. Lord only knows what would have been left of Bond's knee if Chandler went through with that attack.
Back in the ring, Sands kneels down and checks on Bond, who is slowly coming to. Medical personnel rush past Chandler and make their way into the ring to check on Bond...
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:44:12 GMT -5
The scene goes backstage where the curvy figure of one Fujiko Mine strides through the halls, her lower body wrapped in a pair of black yoga pants, and her top in a light blue “...It’s not just luck” shirt of her own. She appears rather nervous as she wanders the halls. She seems to have finally reached her destination, and the camera shows that it is the locker room shared by Annie Zellor and Laurel Anne Hardy. She takes in a short breath before she gathers up the courage to knock on the door. The first knock is sort of quiet, and she overcompensates by making the second one rather loud. She winces, but then realizes that there isn’t much she can do. She taps her foot in nervousness as she waits for the door to open. After a moment, it creaks open, and a pair of grey eyes peer through the crack.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Hmm? Oh, Fujiko! Konbanwa.
Laurel pushes open the door fully and leans against the door frame, smiling.
Laurel Anne Hardy: How’s you, hon?
Fujiko tries her best to hide her trepidation, waving slightly and clasping her hands behind her back.
Fujiko Mine: Konbanwa. I’m...well. I’m hoping you are as well?
She tried to keep her eye contact on Laurel, but found it occasionally drifting to the floor. Laurel sniffs and shrugs.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Bout as well as I ever am these days, I guess. I could go into it but it might get a bit depressing. I’m… tryin’ not to bring everyone else down with my emoness.
She smiles to herself for a moment, reflecting bitterly on her own recent issues. Then she shakes it off. Fujiko gives a weak smile.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Wha’sup, anyways?
Fujiko Mine: Oh...well, I just..umm…
She felt her face flush red. Balling up her fists, she decides to blurt it out.
Fujiko Mine: I’m sorry. This is probably stupid….but I listened carefully to what you had to say. Your manifesto, yeah. And I am kinda sure that you weren’t talking about me, but I still took what you said to heart. And I wanted to tell you face to face that I take what you said very seriously.
She forces herself to look directly at Laurel, in a non-threatening way.
Fujiko Mine: I didn’t come here to try and change your mind or anything, because well, I doubt I possibly could in any event. But that I respect what you had to say, and I have been thinking about it every time I’ve stepped through the curtain.
It’s clear that Fujiko had a game plan coming up to this moment, but it flew out the window once she saw her proper.
Fujiko Mine: So...uh...yeah.
Laurel takes a moment to reply. She bounces her head a bit, sucking on her lower lip in thought. After a long moment, she slowly starts to speak.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Can I ask you something? And - before I do - I don’t mean to insinuate anything with this, or make any kind of accusation. Y’know, I know me an’ you don’t know each other that well, but I do like you, and I think you like me, and I don’t want you to think I’m tryna have a go at you here so please don’t think that. This is purely just because I want to hear how you answer this, out of your own lips, in your own words.
Fujiko nods to her, bracing for the question.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Why do you do this? Wrestle, I mean. Like… what was your particular reason for becoming a wrestler in the first place?
Fujiko averts her eyes for a moment, and then furrows her brow. She inhales slowly, trying to frame her words properly. When she seems satisfied with her answer, she brings her eyes back to Laurel.
Fujiko Mine: I do this because I felt like this is what I was meant to do with my life. I know that sounds cliche. I’ve tried being away from the business. I’ve tried just being a model. I’ve tried finding other work. And honestly? It hurts being away from the ring. That’s why I was only ‘retired’ for a few weeks before I let Tj convince me to join iiW.
She uses air quotes over the word retired, rolling her eyes as she does so.
Fujiko Mine: I know there are people that hate me for that, and call me ‘disgusting’ and ‘dishonest’, but being in that ring makes me feel like I belong there. The money isn’t the driving factor. A championship? I’m only driven to one to prove to myself that I can do it. The fame? It’s nice to be recognized, and I won’t deny that when people tell me that they enjoyed my match, or heaven forbid; someone tells me I’m their favorite? That’s life-making on a level I hope to reach many times. But when it comes down to it, the action of putting my best out there against someone...not just physically, but mentally...and doing what I can to win? That’s fun to me. That gives me a sense of purpose. And nothing else I’ve done with my life to this point even comes close to matching that.
Upon hearing Fujiko’s reply, Laurel smiles.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I think you an’ me are gonna be just fine, hon. My problem is with the people who don’t care about the health of this art form as a whole, who all they want is to get as much money or power or whatever for themselves as they can in any way they can no matter what the cost is to the rest of wrestling. From what you just said to me, that ain’t you.
Fujiko’s lips pull to let out a relieved sigh.
Fujiko Mine: That’s...such a relief, Laurel. I...Thank you, so much for this. This means...a whole lot to me.
She rubs at her forearm with her opposite one, trying her best not to make things awkward.
Fujiko Mine: I’m...going to go get ready for this match. I sincerely hope to impress you.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Well, you did that last time out against Dante. You just keep on like that an’ you’ll impress everyone.
Taking a step back, Fujiko bows respectfully at the waist, a gesture Laurel returns. After standing back up, both smiling warmly. Fujiko heads back to her locker area while Laurel goes back into her and Annie’s room. Fujiko stops and turns to look back for a second, and then heads off as the action returns to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:44:19 GMT -5
Sebastian Grey vs. Natalie McKinley Kris Cruise: I’ve been looking forward to this one all night, Stephy. Stephy Auger: As have I, Kris. Over the last month, Sebastian Grey has picked up impressive victories over both Evangelista and the now former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, Mirage. So you have to imagine he’ll be hoping to continue his momentum tonight. Kris Cruise: But standing across the ring from him is one of my favorite newcomers here in FGA: Natalie McKinley. She’s coming off a tough loss against our World Champion, Jimmy Page, but this girl has talent and strength. Stephy Auger: Indeed she does. So lets get this match underway! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 230lbs … He is SEBASTIAN GREY! A calm piano tune sounds on the speakers as ice blue lighting covers the arena in a blue/grey hue. The piano tune replays itself before there is a pause...the crowd stirring before Ben Burnley comes onto the speakers screaming "BREAKDOWN!" The crowd raises to their feet as the guitar riff checks in as does the wrestler who the Breaking Benjamin tune announces the entrance of. Nodding his head to the music, Sebastian Grey jumps through the curtain, a smile on his face as he looks out at the crowd. Women closest to the guerrilla position scream out proclaiming their love for him and he winks, pointing out towards them before starting down the walkway, rolling his shoulder under his grey hoodie. Walking in a zig zag pattern, he tries to slap the hands of fans on each side, some even grabbing onto his hood as he goes by. He just laughs it off, loving the attention and appreciating it as he gets away from the aisle and to ringside, where he looks at either side of the arena before hopping up onto the ring apron and hopping over the top rope into the ring. Landing softly, he jogs over to the opposite corner and climbs up, clapping his taped hands together before pointing out towards the crowd and nodding to them as he mentally prepares for the match ahead. Hopping down from the ropes, he goes to the center of the ring, removing a chain with a pendant on it, kissing it before blessing himself and looking upward, nodding before shoving it in his tights and shrugging of his hood. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from Cardiff, Wales … She is NATALIE McKINLEY! "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage. After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron. Natalie then steps through the ropes, and walks to the centre of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider, before she then turns her focus towards her opponent. Kris Cruise: Here we go! The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors step towards the center of the ring. Sebastian extends a hand out, which Natalie happily accepts as the pair of them shake hands before taking a step back. They circle one another for a moment before locking up collar and elbow. They jostle for position, each one unable to gain the upper hand before McKinley manages to over power her opponent, pushing Sebastian away; he performs a backwards roll before regaining his vertical base once more, applauding the power of McKinley all the while. Another collar and elbow tie up ensues as, this time, Grey gains the upper hand, pushing Natalie back into the corner. Stephy Auger: Neither competitor able to gain any real advantage in the early goings here, but there’s still plenty of time left. The referee calls for a break, which he gets without quarrel. Grey backs away, allowing Nat to emerge from the corner. As they lock up again, McKinley spins and throws Grey back against the turnbuckle before unleashing a series of knife edge chops, lighting up the chest of her opponent. But before she can land the seventh chop, Grey lashes out with a boot to the gut, allowing himself the chance to switch the roles. He throws McKinley back into the corner and unloads with a series of chops of his own. He goes for an Irish whip, but McKinley reverses, sending Grey running across the ring. He tries to counter, vaulting up off the top rope – only to land on the shoulders of an approaching Natalie McKinley. Kris Cruise: That’s not a place you want to find yourself, Stephy! Stephy Auger: Natalie McKinley showing her strength here as she plucks Grey out of the air. But what does she have in store for him here? Grey is caught in no man’s land as McKinley approaches the center of the ring and promptly plants Grey with a powerslam before hooking the leg. ONE! . . TWO! But Sebastian gets the shoulder up in time. He’s lifted back to his feet by McKinley, who brings towards the corner, throwing him head first into the top turnbuckle. Grey slumps back in the corner; his opponent seizes the opportunity stomping a mudhole in the midsection of Sebastian Grey before the referee calls for a break again. Another Irish whip follows; Grey is sent hurtling across the ring as he hits the turnbuckle chest first! He staggers backwards out of the corner and into the waiting arms of McKinley as she hurls Grey overhead with a German suplex! Kris Cruise: What athleticism from Sebastian Grey! Grey manages to land on his feet after that German suplex before he stands, poised and ready for McKinley to get back to her feet. McKinley stands up and turns around, only to get caught flush with a dropkick! She gets right back up and Grey catches her with another dropkick. Both competitors take a moment to get back to their vertical bases this time, but it’s Grey who strikes first as he unloads a series of forearm strikes to the head and temple of his opponent. An Irish whip follows; McKinley is sent against the ropes, but Grey lowers his head too soon. The back body drop is easily scouted as Natalie counters with a boot to the face! Grey flails his arms to remain upright as McKinley charges in with a discus clothesline – NO! It’s ducked and countered with a knee to the gut before Grey viciously drives his opponent into the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Stephy Auger: So close! McKinley gets the shoulder up in the nick of time, but Sebastian is undeterred. He drags Natalie back to her feet before doubling her over with a boot to the gut. He runs against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a running knee lift to the face of his opponent! McKinley remains on her feet, albeit dazed as Sebastian goes against the ropes again – only to get by a flapjack! Stephy Auger: Great counter by McKinley as she gets right back into this match. Kris Cruise: I think Sebastian Grey almost hit the rafter there, Stephy. Grey stands back up, clutching at his chest after that move as McKinley grabs him from behind and executes a half nelson backbreaker. Grey falls to the mat, but there’s no respite from his opponent as McKinley drags him back to a vertical base once more. She doubles him over with a toe kick and promptly plants him with a bridging Fisherman suplex! Stephy Auger: Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Grey gets the shoulder up at the last second as McKinley looks shocked. Even the fans can’t believe it as the Briton stands back up. Sebastian has rolled towards the ropes and is currently using them to get back to his feet as Nat grabs him from behind once again – but Grey fires off a few back elbows until the rear waistlock is broken. As his opponent staggers back a few steps, Grey hops over the top rope onto the apron before vaulting up and springboarding into the ring with a hurricanrana! Kris Cruise: Another tremendous display of athleticism from Sebastian Grey there! He really can hit that Breakdown in the blink of an eye. Stephy Auger: He really can, Kris. Now, can he capitalize on the advantage? McKinley is sent sprawling across the ring with the Breakdown, but Grey is down momentarily, seemingly exhausted after this physical encounter. Both competitors are slow to their feet; Grey reaches a vertical base first as he waits for McKinley to do the same. Out of desperation, McKinley lashes out with a few hard right, rocking her opponent. She runs back against the ropes for some momentum, but Grey ducks the clothesline attempt. As McKinley turns, she’s met by a boot to the gut, doubling her over before Grey hooks the arms. GREY MATTER! Sebastian Grey drives his opponent face first into the mat before rolling her over and hooking the leg. Kris Cruise: That has to be all she wrote! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … SEBASTIAN GREY!!! “Breakdown” begins to play throughout the arena as Sebastian Grey celebrates his victory here tonight; he’s standing on the middle rope, looking out across a sea of adoring fans as he’s announced as the victor in this match. Kris Cruise: A hard fought contest, but Sebastian Grey manages to come out on top. Stephy Auger: A disappointing loss for Natalie McKinley, Kris. She almost had it a couple of times, but you can’t argue that Sebastian Grey deserved the victory tonight. And that’s three on the trot for him now. Kris Cruise: The sky is the limit for this former PDW Platinum Champion. I’m beginning to wonder if he might be a dark horse in the upcoming Gold Rush Rumble this Spring. Stephy Auger: He certainly could be if he keeps this up, Kris. He really could. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:44:31 GMT -5
Jimmy Page is pacing backstage with the letter he found earlier clutched in his hand, and he looks anxious because he's at the arranged meeting place already but it appears the person who slipped him the note is nowhere to be seen. Growing frustrated that he appears to have been set up, Page decides "Screw it" and tosses the letter aside and is about to leave, when he turns to see Cherry Baum blocking the door...
Cherry: I see you got my letter.
Cherry glances at the letter that's discarded on the floor, and looks back to Jimmy Page
Cherry: Leaving so soon? That's a shame, I was hoping we could...talk.
Page looks at Cherry for a moment, then checks around him to see if Johnny Karma is hiding somewhere - but Cherry moves quickly to put him at his ease.
Cherry: I assure you it's just you and me here. You, the F...GA Champion, and me, the girl whose spent a long time at the side of Willy Wonka yet she can't seem to get any sugar, if you know what I mean. I find it awfully frustrating to have to stand there, being constantly overlooked, as you can surely imagine.
Cherry suddenly remembers something
Cherry: Of course you know, Jimmy Page, I remember you pouring your heart out to Cordy Stevenson because you find yourself on top of the world, yet you find it a lonely place where people look up to you but nobody wants to spend time with you, to get to know the real Jimmy Page behind all the brawling and the bluster, isn't that right?
Cherry places a hand on Page's shoulder, looking him in the eye
Cherry: I'm sure you find it so frustrating to be in that situation, with people only looking at that title and not looking at you as a person, so the only thing you wear that anyone is interested in removing is that belt you carry so well that it makes people jealous of who you are and what you can do, yet you're jealous of them because they're free to be who they want to be with whoever they want to be with, so while you have the thing that everyone else wants, everyone else gets what you yearn for. Am I right?
Cherry takes a step back, maintaining eye contact with Page
Cherry: I'm suggesting that you and I come to an agreement, something mutually beneficial, so we both get what we need so we can don't lose focus on what we want. After all, we're only human, so why not let nature take its course?
A smile crosses Jimmy Page's lips, as he takes a step closer to Cherry.
Cherry: Uh-uh, not here - over there.
Cherry points to a more secluded part of the room and, with the smile still plastered on his face, Page turns around and...
Karma: Hello Jimmy...
...eats an NYC Uppercut, causing him to drop the FGA Championship belt on the floor. Page is stunned by the sucker punch, and doesn't notice Cherry closing the door behind her - but he does notice when Karma grabs him by the hair and runs him headfirst into the door, knocking him to the floor, before Karma lays the boots to Page as he lies on the floor as Cherry shouts encouragement.
As Page is laid out on the floor, Karma catches his breath and spots the FWA Championship belt on the floor, and takes a moment to pick the belt up and stare at the shiny face of the top prize in the company, and at that moment looks remarkably like Belloq as he opened the Ark of the Covenant. After taking an inordinate amount of time looking at the belt, Karma turns the the fallen Page
Karma: You know, Page, that is one nice belt. It's such a shame it has to be around your waist, though, because it'd look aces around my waist. Don't you agree Miss Baum?
Cherry: Sure do, J-K.
Reluctantly, Karma carefully places the belt on top of Page, before Cherry opens the door once more and the two leave the room and head down the corridor.
Karma: I'd say that plan worked out better than expected, wouldn't you agree?
Cherry: I would, J-K...because it was my plan.
The pair continue walking down the corridor
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:44:37 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 31, 2015 23:44:46 GMT -5
Johnny Karma vs. Fujiko Mine The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma to His adoring public, and at the exact moment Jimmy Page's riff begins making love to the crowd's ears He arrives at the top of the ramp, strutting to a vantage point where the entire crowd can see Him and, as Cherry applauds Him, He blows a kiss to the arena. Karma strolls down the ramp with Cherry stood by His side, chatting and waving to the fans who have paid to see Him do His thing tonight while making sure that every single hair on his head is in the exact place it should be. As the pair reach ringside, Cherry quickly climbs onto the ring apron and sits on the middle rope to hold it open, as Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning to face His audience and slowly raising an arm before raising his index finger to let everyone know that He is #1, before he steps through the ropes into His ring. Once inside His ring, Karma climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and unzips his ring jacket, looking out over His crowd and nodding in acknowledgment that they are all there to see Him, and that He is grateful for this. If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay Kris Cruise: Johnny Karma is one of the three men challenging Jimmy Page in the Fatal 4-Way at 2015: A New Odyssey. All three men offer challenges to Page. But Karma has struck first in a major way. Stephy Auger: Yes he has. We've been told that Karma has left Page laid out backstage. That just something that you don't do to someone with the reputation that Page. Call it courage or call it stupid. But Karma has let Page know that he's playing for keeps. Karma climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring, climbing onto the opposite turnbuckle to salute His followers. Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home Oh well, oh well, oh well Karma climbs down, as Cherry applauds him and prepares for his ring introduction. Cherry Baum: Introducing first, the title challenger that people actually want to see challenging for the title...weighing in at a prom, a proper, a guaranteed showstopper 233lbs, he hails from Queens, NYC - he is one step closer to glory, he is JOHNNY KARMA! Cherry steps aside and gives a round of applause as Johnny K strolls to the centre of the ring, before Cherry hands him the microphone. Johnny Karma: Ladies and.... Karma takes a moment to remove his sunglasses, flashing his winning smile to the crowd, before adopting a deeper voice. Johnny Karma: ... ladies. Karma winks to the camera. Johnny Karma: Once upon a time there was a guy with a whole lot of talent who walked in the door of F WA, but was told he had to wait his turn because a lot of people were shouting loudly about how they "deserved" to be at the front of the queue to challenge for the title. Some of them took whatever shortcuts they could, be it scrambling up Rapunzel's hair or buying some magic beans off a shady guy in a dive bar, but that's not what the hero of this story did. The hero just sat there biding his time, waiting for everyone who claimed they could be champion fail, until there wasn't a single pretender left, and the handsome prince could then show people what a hero does, and slay that potty mouthed dragon and bring joy and happiness to everyone. So the moral of the story is this: it doesn't matter that someone who clearly isn't as good as you runs their mouth today, because tomorrow they will either have their mouths hanging wide open as you do what they could not do - or their mouth will be firmly shut because they failed hard. Either way, I'll be the guy living happily ever after. Karma hands the mic back to Cherry, before doing a few calf stretches as he waits for the bell. The low rumbling synth beats rumble through the arena, and warps into a funky beat that tells the crowd who is on their way. The crowd begins to cheer for Lady Luck, as pink and purple lights dance around the entrance area. As the beat drops, Fujiko leaps through the curtain, jumping into the air and whipping her head forward. Her hair flows through the air around her head, and when she lands she has a large grin on her face. The crowd that is on her side sings along to the 'whoas' in the song, which really gets her hyped up. She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before slapping hands with the fans. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is “Lady Luck” FUJIKO MINE! Once she reaches ringside, Fujiko leaps onto the apron from the floor. She walks over to the turnbuckle, and hops up onto it, singing along as some of the crowd members throw multicolored streamers around her. She revels in the attention, before hopping down into the ring as she is announced, ready to start the match. Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine continue to roll ahead here in FGA. Her latest win was a huge upset over Dante Anglais. Stephy Auger: We all know what Dante's feelings are on women in the world of wrestling. But this woman was able to outsmart the leader of the Infinite Empire, picking up a victory two weeks ago. The bell sounds as both grapplers head to the center of the ring and go to lock up. But Karma ducks, goes behind Fujiko and applies a waist lock. Fujiko then reaches behind her and elbows Karma in the face. After a standing switch, she applies a waist lock of her own. But Karma then reaches down, pries her arms from around him and reverse into a hammerlock. He then quickly tries to spin her around and deliver Instant Karma, but Fujiko squirms away. Kris Cruise: Fujiko had that moved well scouted. Not only was Instant Karma in her future, but a quick loss may have been in store as well. After circling the ring, Fujiko inches over towards Karma and goes to lock up. But Karma kicks her in the midsection and applies a side headlock. Fujiko tries to shove Karma off of her, but Karma goes down to one knee. After Karma gets back to a vertical base, Fujiko tries to shove Karma off of her. But again, Karma goes down to one knee. He then cinches in the hold, causing Fujiko to groan in pain. The ref heads over and asks if she wants to give up. But Fujiko refuses to quit. After Karma gets back to a vertical base, Fujiko reverses the side headlock into a hammerlock of her own. But Karma leans forward, reverses into a hammerlock and then follows up with Instant Karma to boos from the crowd. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko kicks out. Kris Cruise: Karma's able to hit Instant Karma on the second attempt, but Fujiko got her shoulder up. After bringing Fujiko back to her feet, Karma delivers a NYC Uppercut, sending her stumbling into the corner. After heading into the corner, Karma delivers a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Fujiko and whips her into the opposite corner. Karma follows her into the corner. But Fujiko uses the momentum to vault herself up into the corner, executing a handstand on the top turnbuckle. When Karma moves in to knock her off, she knocks him down with a double mule kick to the chest. She then picks Karma up and delivers a series of knife-edge chops of her own. She then takes Karma and whips him back into the previous corner. Fujiko then runs across the ring. But Karma dips his shoulder and then dumps her over the top rope with a fireman’s carry throw… … but Fujiko lands on her feet. When Karma turns around, Fujiko nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Karma is doubled over, Fujiko delivers a sunset flip back into the ring. But Karma rolls through it, grabs Fujiko by the legs, drags her away from the ropes and goes for a figure four leglock. But Fujiko reaches up and rolls him up with a small package. The crowd cheers! ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma shifts his weight over and pins Fujiko… ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko shifts her weight over and pins Karma… ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma shifts his weight over and pins Fujiko… ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko kicks out. After both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet, Karma throws out Check Your Chiclets. But Fujiko swats his foot down and goes for a step-up enzuigiri. But Karma ducks. He then pulls Fujiko up from of the canvas, grabs her from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Fujiko lands on her feet and then runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Karma throws her down with a powerslam. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Great sequence there by both competitors. But Karma gets the better of her and throws her down with a powerslam. Stephy Auger: Fujiko may have gotten her shoulder up. But she may have also had the air knocked out of her. Karma picks up Fujiko and whips her into the corner. He then runs into the corner and connects with a clothesline that sends her slumping down in the corner. Karma then heads back towards the center of the ring. He turns around, runs back into the corner and connects with the Kodak Moment. He then drags Fujiko from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Karma picks her up and delivers an NYC Uppercut, sending her stumbling into the ropes. He then heads over, grabs Fujiko and whips her into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Karma knocks her down with a jumping knee to the face. He then bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. Karma makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Karma's had his way with Fujiko thus far. Stephy Auger: Yeah he has. He knows what she's good at. He knows that Fujiko has the edge when it comes to speed. So he's pretty much grounded her this entire match. But Fujiko's a fighter. She proved that against the then-undefeated Dante Anglais. It's going to take a lot to put Lady Luck down. Karma picks up Fujiko and throws her down with a scoop slam. He then reaches down to pick her up, but Fujiko rolls back and kicks him in the head to cheers from the crowd. After Fujiko gets back to her feet, she grabs Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Fujiko into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, she slides through Karma’s legs. When Karma turns around, she gets back to her feet and throws out a kick to the midsection. Karma catches her foot, spins her around and then goes for a clothesline. But Fujiko ducks and counters with a floatover crucifix. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Fujiko takes Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending Fujiko into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, she goes for a cross body block. But Karma matches her in mid air and counters with a backbreaker. But instead of letting her drop to the canvas, he holds Fujiko across his knee, lifts her up and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor to boos from the crowd. As Fujiko slowly pulls herself up using the edge of the apron, Karma runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for This Is For The Front Row. But Fujiko side steps and slides into the ring. When Karma lands on his feet on the outside and turns around, Fujiko delivers a rope-assisted slingshot dropkick through the ropes, knocking him down. After rolling herself back into the ring, Fujiko gets back up and runs into the ropes. When Karma gets back up, Fujiko knocks him down with a suicide dive to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off as Fujiko knocks Karma down! Stephy Auger: We know why Karma hates the high fliers. He doesn't just hate the style. That style constantly gives him problems in the ring. This is what Fujiko needs to do to get back into this match and ultimately win. Fujiko picks up Karma and rolls him back into the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Fujiko goes to scale the turnbuckles. But Karma gets up, grabs her and slams her off the top turnbuckle to boos from the crowd. He then hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and leaps off, going for a diving fist drop. But Fujiko rolls out of the way, causing Karma to punch the canvas. As Karma gets back up to his feet, Fujiko connects with a handstand calk kick, sending Karma stumbling back. Once she gets back to her feet, she runs over and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Karma stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Karma pulls himself up on the apron, Fujiko goes over and nails him with a shoulder thrust. She then grabs a hold of Karma and tries to suplex him back into the ring. But Karma blocks the move. He then goes to counter with a suplex to the outside. But Fujiko slips down from behind and lands on her feet on the floor. She then delivers a hard swipe to the legs, causing Karma to fall and smack his face against the apron on the way down. After rolling Karma back into the ring, Fujiko climbs up onto the apron. She then runs along the apron, scales the turnbuckles and crouches down on the top. Once Karma gets up and turns around, Fujiko stands up, leaps from off the top turnbuckle and takes him down with a flying hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. She then runs across the ring and connects with a running shooting star press. She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Karma and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Karma bends over to set up a back body drop. But Fujiko leaps up into the air and knocks him down with a jumping double foot stomp to the back. After kicking Karma over onto his back, Fujiko stands on his torso before delivering a standing moonsault. The crowd cheers as she hooks the leg… ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another close one for Fujiko. Stephy Auger: Fujiko's got him on the ropes. She's almost there. Fujiko picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma comes back, Fujiko bends over to set up a back body drop. But Karma stops, grabs her, runs back into the ring, jumps over the top and delivers Macho Karma. As Fujiko stumbles back, Karma hops back onto the apron, scales the turnbuckles, jumps off and goes for a diving double ax handle smash. But Fujiko counters with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Great counter there by Fujiko! She makes the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Karma and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring, but Karma nails her with an elbow to the face. As Fujiko stumbles back, Karma comes from out of the corner and connects with Check Your Chiclets to boos from the crowd. He then steps through the ropes, climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with From The Stars Above. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Fujiko gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Was that three? Stephy Auger: No, she got her shoulders up. Karma picks up Fujiko and goes for a slingshot suplex. But after Fujiko bounces off the top rope, she knees Karma in the head, forcing him to drop her. After a spinning back kick to the midsection, Fujiko hops onto his back and delivers a sunset powerbomb. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs as Karma just escape the three count. Fujiko picks up Karma and throws out a roundhouse kick. But Karma ducks. When Fujiko turns around, he knocks her down with Sugar Ray Karma. Karma then picks her up and positions her for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up. But Fujiko counters with a back body drop. As Karma gets up, Fujiko runs into the ropes. When Karma turns around, she nails him with a flying butt to the face. As Karma gets back up, Fujiko runs into the ropes. When Karma turns around, Fujiko knocks him down with Hot Spring Skinny Dipping. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cherry climbs onto the apron. Kris Cruise: What is Ms. Baum doing on the apron? As the ref argues with Cherry, Fujiko reaches down and feverishly tries to untie her boots. Once her boot is loose, she digs in and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles to cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Fujiko's once again got a trick up her sleeve! As Karma slowly turns over and tries to shake out the cobwebs, Fujiko rears back, ready to sock him with the brass knucks. Kris Cruise: Karma better not turn around or else it's going to be lights out! When Karma gets up and turns around, Fujiko goes to throw out a punch. But Karma falls flat on his back. Cherry then drops off the apron and frantically points behind the ref. Once the ref turns around, he sees Karma “knocked out” on the canvas, then turns and sees Fujiko with the brass knuckles on her hand. He then looks down at Karma, then back up at Fujiko, who tries to take off the knucks. She shakes her head and pleads tells the ref that this isn’t what it looks like. But the ref has put two and two together and calls for the bell. The crowd boos as Karma lifts his head up, then quickly puts it back down to continue playing dead. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your as a result of a disqualification… JOHNNY KARMA! Kris Cruise: What!? Stephy Auger: I think Fujiko's trickery has finally backfired on her! The crowd boos as Cherry gets in the ring. Cherry fans Karma, trying to “revive him”. Karma, ever the actor, slowly sits up with a cross-eyed look. He pretends to look around disoriented as the ref checks on him to see if he’s okay. Karma then tells the ref that his jaw hurst. The ref then pats on him on the back, reassuring him that everything is okay now. Fujiko tries to explain to the ref that she never hit him. But the ref lets her know that he isn’t buying it. Kris Cruise: Fujiko is pleading her case, but the ref doesn't want to hear it! As Fujiko looks behind the ref, she sees Karma giving her a wink before rolling out of the ring. Once Karma rolls out of the ring, he “needs” Cherry to help to the back as he clutches his “hurt” jaw... |
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