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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 17:43:36 GMT -5
The show opens backstage to where two of The Fratdaddies, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott, are stood talking to one another about tonight’s show. The FGA World Championship belt is hung proudly over the shoulder of Chandler Scott.
Sunshine Tony: I don't even know why I'm here tonight honestly. Sick of this place and everyone here.
Chandler Scott: I’d rather not be here, either. The last thing I need is to hear more of Cordy Stevenson’s idle threats. Her obsession with me is making Riley’s obsession with her pale in comparison. She needs to ge it through her thick skull that she’ll never have me or my title.
Their conversation is halted, however, when they spot one of the #sparklebuddies, Annie Zellor walking towards them. Dressed in her street gear of red skinny jeans and her Laurel Anne Hardy #sparklebuddies t-shirt, Annie’s expression changes from happy to cautious as both of the Fratdaddies turn to look at her.
Annie Zellor: Hey guys...
Chandler Scott: Well, well, well, would you look who it is? What’s up, jailbird?
Sunshine Tony: Here we go...if isn't our little criminal. You're still milking this jail thing for sympathy I see.
He says mockingly.
Annie Zellor: You guys, this isn’t funny.
Chandler Scott: Look here. If you didn’t want to be made fun of, then you shouldn’t have gotten arrested for being drunk in public. Then again, can we really blame her? 13 year olds aren’t known for being able to hold their liquor.
Sunshine Tony: Don’t be a jerk, Chandler! I told you that’s not why I got arrested.
Chandler Scott: That’s not what TMZ said! And when has TMZ ever been wrong? But let’s say you’re right. Let’s say you got thrown in the slammer for something else. What was it? Why did the cops put the cuffs on you? It definitely wasn’t because you’re too damn adorable for your own good.
He ruffles her hair playfully until Annie swats his hand away.
Sunshine Tony: Honestly she probably got arrested for public indecency. I know I'd get sick of that fake ass smile and slap some cuffs on you just to show you how real life is and how you can't be a bundle of cotton candy every fucking day.
Chandler Scott: Or did she take a car for a joyride around the streets of Fort Lauderdale? A little Grand Theft Annie. I can see the shirts now.
Annie looks up at both of the laughing Fratdaddies with anger in her eyes, but they continue undeterred.
Sunshine Tony: I doubt it was serious. Got high again?
Annie Zellor: Guys, stop. I don’t wanna talk about this!
Chandler Scott: You know what? I think I got it. I bet her and her little “crawmuffin”, what’s his face, got caught with doing the deed.
Chandler laughs to himself, but stop suddenly when he gets shoved in the chest by an angry Annie Zellor. Even Tony stops laughing when he realizes what just happened.
Chandler Scott: Excuse me?
Annie Zellor: I told you to stop making fun of me and you didn’t!
Chandler Scott: What are you, 12? Oh noes! I made fun of you. Grow up and get over it.
Chandler gives Annie a playful shove away, but the angry youngster just steps right back up to the World champion and stares up at him.
Annie Zellor: Say you’re sorry, Chandler.
Chandler Scott: Or what? What are you going to do? Give you your grrface? Ooooooh, I so scared!
Annie Zellor: Or else I’m gonna make you sorry.
Sunshine Tony: You might want to back the hell up. We aren't your little friends that sit and watch Mr. Rodgers with you.
Annie Zellor: Nuh uh. Say you’re sorry, Chandler.
Chandler smirks.
Chandler Scott: You’re going to what? Make me sorry? You want a fight, #derpface? Because that’s what it sounds like you’re saying.
Annie Zellor: You wanna go? I’ve got my ring gear with me, we can go tonight! Whaddya say, Chandler, you and me, one-on-one tonight?
Chandler and Tony exchange looks, both men smirking as Chandler answers.
Chandler Scott: … you’ve never been the brightest, but even I didn’t think you would be this stupid. Your lunatic tag team partner isn’t around to be your shield. Even that little twinkletoes Chaz Holiday isn’t here sashaying around the halls, so you can’t hide behind him, either. You want me one on one? You’re on.
He ruffles her hair again before he walks away. Tony stays behind for a moment, taking the opportunity to say.
Sunshine Tony: Guess I'll stay to watch this. Hope you get your shit caved in.
Before he walks away as well, leaving a flustered Annie Zellor behind as the show cuts back to ringside.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 17:45:56 GMT -5
Camellia D. Magna & Alec Sage vs. Seth Lawless & Mike Bisignano The lights go out as the opening chords of “Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI plays over the PA system. The lights come up and standing at the top of the entrance ramp is Mike `The Biz’ Bisignano. He has short hair and is wearing a plain black hoodie that is unzipped, a pair of black UFC style tight fight shorts, and black wrestling boots. On the back of the shorts it says "The Biz" in white font. He also sports black kickpads over the boots. The hood is pulled over his head hiding his head. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match. Introducing first, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 200lbs … “THE BIZ” MIKE BISIGNANO! The fans are booing and jeering as The Biz stands at the bottom of the aisle. He flips his hood back before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He then gets up on the top turnbuckle and looks out at the fans as the music fades. He then does a back flip landing on his feet and leans back into the corner awaiting the start of the match. J.A. Aldridge: And his tag team partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 240lbs … “THE NEXT BIG THING” SETH LAWLESS! “Battle Born” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play throughout the arena as Seth Lawless steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After throwing on his sunglasses, he slowly walks down the ramp and avoids any interaction with the fans. Lawless then slides into the ring and shoots a wary glance towards The Biz as the pair of them stay a safe distance away from each other. The music begins to fade out as both men in the ring look up the aisle, awaiting the arrival of their opponents. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents… introducing first, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 164lbs … “THE KNOCKOUT KID” ALEC SAGE! The intro of "What's Up Now" hits the PA and gets the crowd going immediately. As the song gets heavy, Alec Sage storms onto the entrance and immediately takes off his hood and turns his back towards the ring. After letting the fans have a good look at the "Alec Sage Ain't Nothing To Fuck With" sign on the back of his vest, he turns around and shouts "COME ON!" to get the crowd going even more. He walks to the ring and claps hands with the fans in attendance before waiting just outside the squared circle for his back up to arrive. J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, from Charlotte, North Carolina … CAMELLIA D. MAGNA! “Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring at the same time as Alec Sage – but they’re immediately cut off! The Biz and Lawless stomping away at their opponents as the referee calls for the bell. Kris Cruise: Looks like this match is already underway, Stephy! Stephy Auger: The Biz and Seth wasting no time in taking it to their rivals tonight. Two weeks ago The Biz finally managed to get a win over Alec Sage after that heinous backstage assault, do you think that arm is going to be a factor tonight? Kris Cruise: Oh I bet it is. And I reckon that Seth Lawless is going to try and play mind games with Cami Magna after their run in back in Spartanburg. Lawless is stomping at the back of Cami, The Biz doing the same to Sage as the crowd continue to boo and jeer. Cami and Alec get dragged back to their feet and hauled off to opposite corners of the ring as the referee struggles to maintain any sense of order here in the early goings; Seth and Mike are busy stomping mudholes in their opponents before they stop to share a look. Simultaneous Irish whips ensue as their opponents are sent towards the center of the ring – wait a second – Alec and Cami don’t collide, instead they link arms to swing around before running back and delivering running dropkicks to their opponents! Kris Cruise: The tides have turned! Seth Lawless and The Biz both rolling to the outside to gather their thoughts, but just listen to this crowd. A loud cheer can be heard as Cami Magna steps out onto the apron, leaving Sage as the legal man as The Biz takes his place on the apron. Lawless rolls back into the ring, walking around slowly as Sage stays in the center of the squared circle. Seth makes a sudden move towards Cami, causing her to flinch as Lawless laughs in her face – only to get blindsided by a running forearm shot to the face. Sage taking the fight to him here, but Seth fights back, firing off a forearm shot of his own. He manages to push the smaller Sage back towards the center of the ring. Lawless goes for a short-arm clothesline, but it’s ducked and Sage sets off against the ropes for some momentum. He goes for a clothesline of his own, but Lawless ducks it; Sage keeps on running, going off the ropes again, only to run right into a snap powerslam! Stephy Auger: The ring shook with that one! Kris Cruise: Seth Lawless showing his brute strength there, Stephy, just driving Alec Sage into the canvas. Lawless stands over his prone foe and points towards Cami in the corner, daring her to enter the ring; the redhead extends the hand, asking for the tag, but Lawless drags Alec away and stomps at him. A quick tag out to The Biz allows a moment of double teaming before Lawless exits the ring. The Biz drags Alec back to his feet and throws him back first into the corner. His injured arm is wrapped around the top rope and pressure applied as the referee intervenes, calling for a break. The Biz releases the hold on the four count before simply driving a knee up into the midsection. The Biz executes a gutwrench powerbomb on his smaller opponent before making the tag out again; he steps out onto the apron before Lawless vaults up onto the turnbuckles, performing a split legged moonsault onto Sage. And the cover. ONE! . . TWO! Stephy Auger: That’s 240lbs crashing down onto your ribcage right there, but Alec Sage still managing to get the shoulder up. Kris Cruise: The kids a fighter, Stephy. And nobody knows that better than The Biz. Lawless looks to the official to check the count, but the referee assures him it was only a two count. Frustrated, he lifts Sage back to his feet – but Sage pushes his arms away and begins firing away with rights and lefts. The crowd are on their feet, backing The Knockout Kid as he lands a few shoot kicks to the chest. He goes against the ropes, springboarding off the middle rope with a moonsault – but Lawless catches him over his shoulder. He makes the tag out to The Biz before dropping Sage down across his knee with a shoulderbreaker. The Biz enters the ring and begins to stomp at that arm again as Cami climbs through the middle rope, only to get cut off by the official. Kris Cruise: And with the referee’s back turned, Seth and Mike are taking the opportunity to inflict more damage. Stephy Auger: They’re targeting that injured arm, Kris. The official finally manages to get Cami out of the ring before he tries to do the same to Seth Lawless; the Fratdaddy goes peacefully, content with the damage he’s done. Meanwhile, The Biz rolls Sage over and hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! But he kicks out again. The Biz shakes his head as he drags Sage back to his feet, applying an arm wringer. Sage cries out in pain as the elbow gets dropped down his arm, forcing him to drop to one knee. A violent knee strike to the side of the head has Sage reeling as The Biz goes against the ropes for some momentum – SAVATE KICK! Kris Cruise: Alec Sage pulling a savate kick out of nowhere! Both men fall to the mat as Sage begins to crawl towards the ropes, using them to pick himself up as, in the corner, Cami Magna is crying out for the tag. Sage gets to his feet, just behind The Biz as the veteran grabs Sage from behind with a rear waistlock. He goes for the German suplex but Sage lands on his feet! A quick rolling koppu kick catches The Biz square in the face before Sage dives and makes the hot tag out to Cami Magna! Stephy Auger: And here comes Camellia D. Magna! Magna springboards up onto the top rope, taking The Biz out with a missile dropkick as Lawless enters the ring. He charges at the rising Magna, but she ducks the clothesline and counters with a backflip kick that sends Seth into the corner. The Biz gets back to his feet and promptly gets Irish whipped into the same corner where Seth is, before Cami charges in with a running jumping splash to both men! The crowd cheer loudly as The Biz and Seth Lawless both fall to the mat. Lawless rolls out under the bottom rope as Magna takes the opportunity to pose for the crowd, drawing another cheer. Kris Cruise: These Louisiana fans seem to adore Cami Magna. Stephy Auger: A southern belle who can kick ass, Kris, what’s not to love? The Biz is slow back to his feet, but immediately finds himself on the receiving end of some shoot kicks to the chest; he falls to one knee, but Magna lifts him back up and sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip. The wily veteran keeps hold of the top rope, stopping himself, so Cami charges at him. The Biz throws her over head, but Magna holds onto the top rope, managing to land on the apron. Kris Cruise: She may need those skills in a few weeks during the Gold Rush Rumble. Magna steadies herself on the apron, waiting for The Biz to turn around; he does so and, upon seeing her still standing, The Biz rushes at Cami Magna. He swings a forearm, but it’s ducked and countered with a shoulder thrust before Magna performs a sunset flip! Kris Cruise: This could be it! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Lawless making the save with a timely kick to the spine of Cami Magna before he drags her to her feet. He grabs her from behind with a rear waistlock and hurls her overhead with a German suplex, folding Cami up like an accordion, much to the chagrin of these Shreveport fans. Sage rushes into the ring a moment too late, running at Lawless with a flying forearm! The referee struggling to maintain order as a weary Sage has Lawless back against the ropes, chopping at his chest. The Knockout Kid goes for an Irish whip, but Lawless reverses. It’s Sage who is sent running across the ring, coming back into a flapjack! Stephy Auger: He nearly hit the rafters there! Sage crashes down to the mat, popping back up to his knees as he cries out in pain. Lawless grabs Alec’s arm and takes him down with a cross armbar; the youngster taps out, but he’s not the legal man at the moment. The fans are booing as Sage cries out in pain – but The Biz seems to have taken issue. He drags Lawless off the Knockout Kid and yells at him that Sage is his to hurt, so he can’t cry foul when The Biz walks away the winner of their best of seven series. Kris Cruise: Is this some dissent in the ranks? Seth shoves his partner away before The Biz does the same thing. The two of them getting up into each other’s faces so they don’t notice Cami Magna come from behind The Biz. She delivers a dropkick to the back, sending Mike Bisignano into his partner; the two men’s heads collide, Seth stumbling backwards and out through the ropes as, in the ring, Magna takes The Biz over with a backslide pin! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match CAMELLIA D. MAGNA and ALEC SAGE! Stephy Auger: They did it! Cami and Alec manage to pick up the victory here tonight, because their opponents just couldn’t seem to work together. Kris Cruise: The argument at the end was enough of a distraction for Cami to recover and pin Mike Bisignano. “Riptide” begins to play again as Magna celebrates her victory in the ring. On the outside, Seth Lawless is in shock at what just transpired, but he slides back into the ring and catches Cami from behind with a clubbing blow. She’s knocked down to one knee as Seth takes a step back – THE BOOM RUN CONNECTS! Stephy Auger: What’s he doing? This is despicable. Lawless continues stomping at the unconscious Magna, but the crowd’s boos turn to cheers when they see CJ O’Donnell – dressed in his street clothes – running down the aisle. He slides into the ring and takes The Biz down with a clothesline. Lawless hears the commotion and turns around in time to start trading blows with O’Donnell in the center of the ring. Kris Cruise: CJ O’Donnell is here and he may have just saved Camellia D. Magna! More boos sound out however as J.B. Ronie emerges from the back, making his way quickly towards the ring. Ronie enters the ring through the middle ropes as O’Donnell is beginning to gain the upper hand over Seth and begins to pull a handkerchief out from his pocket. At around the three foot mark, Ronie takes the never-ending handkerchief and wraps it around the throat of O’Donnell! The Boston native begins to thrash and struggle, but his resistance is quelled by stomps of Seth Lawless. Ronie begins to laugh uncontrollably as O’Donnell is fading fast; the crowd cheer, however, as Magna gets back to her feet. She catches Seth by surprise with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head, before taking out The Biz with a side kick to the midsection and a DDT! Stephy Auger: Cami Magna to the rescue. She stomps at Ronie, saving CJ from the choke. Ronie gets back to his feet and begins duelling with Magna, but the redhead has the adrenaline surging through her. She fires off a series of forearm shots that have Ronie stunned. Magna sets off against the ropes for some momentum – NO! Jake Wylde has appeared with a chair in hand; he cracks Magna across the back as she hits the ropes, sending her staggering back into the waiting arms of J.B. Ronie as he drives her into the mat with a ROTTEN BOMB! Kris Cruise: Somebody stop them, Cami and Alec have already wrestled their match, there’s no need for this… The crowd cheer however, as Jason Richards comes running from the back. He catches Wylde unaware with a baseball bat shot right between the shoulder blades. Jake goes down as Richards rolls into the ring. Ronie beats a hasty retreat, rolling out under the bottom rope on the far side of the ring. As he’s making his way towards the aisle, however, The Biz staggers back to his feet. He finds himself on the receiving end of a bat shot to the midsection before the butt of the bat gets driven into the side of his head, forcing him to roll out into the aisle way. Lawless stands back up, but dives out of the way as Jason charges at him with the bat. Seth joins The Biz, J.B. Ronie and Jake Wylde in the aisle way as Cami Magna, Alec Sage and CJ O’Donnell all get back to their feet, standing alongside Jason Richards as the eight of them stare each other down from a distance. “Riptide” begins to play again as Magna and Sage celebrate their victory with the help of their friends; the heels make their way back up the aisle, never taking their eyes off those in the ring until they make it to the curtain. Stephy Auger: Well that was certainly interesting, Kris. Kris Cruise: And what a start to the show! Camellia D. Magna and Alec Sage picking up the win before Seth Lawless took it upon himself to attack Cami after the match. Stephy Auger: Enter CJ O’Donnell to try and stop the heinous assault, when J.B. Ronie, who beat O’Donnell in his debut match a few weeks ago decided to make his presence felt. The numbers overwhelmed O’Donnell until Magna came too, which is when Jake Wylde decided to get in on the action. Kris Cruise: But enter Jason Richards, who has had issues with J.B. Ronie in the past. He runs off Ronie, Wylde, Lawless and The Biz, but you know this one isn’t over yet! Stephy Auger: I certainly hope it's not. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 17:52:53 GMT -5
The four of them, Magna, Richards, Sage and O’Donnell all make their way back up to the aisle to a hero’s reception; the music begins to fade away as the crowd await the upcoming contest.
Kris Cruise: So far tonight we’ve seen our World champion, Chandler Scott challenge Annie Zellor to a match that will happen later tonight – and our opening contest of the evening descend into utter chaos.
Stephy Auger: The unpredictable nature of the business, Kris. Still to come tonight we’ve got J.B Ronie taking on one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Colton Sterling in singles action. Plus another tag team contest as Marinette Bois Sech take on the team of Fujiko Mine and Noelle Smith.
Kris Cruise: With their history stemming from the battle royal recently, you have to wonder how they’ll co-exist.
Stephy Auger: And with MBS looking to make amends for their defeat against the #sparklebuddies back in Spartanburg, I’m hoping Noelle and Fujiko figure out a way to work together – for their own sake.
Kris Cruise: True. After that we have Cordy Stevenson taking on Evangelista in what is sure to be a terrific contest, Stephy.
Stephy Auger: Oh, undoubtedly. Two of the best female wrestlers around today going one-on-one for the first time ever, I can’t wait. And that’ll be followed by our main event of the evening as Pride champion, Dom Harter defends his title against Mia Scott.
Kris Cruise: Do you think Harter can break his duck when it comes to defending titles here in FGA?
Stephy Auger: Well he certainly has a tough opponent in the form of Mia Scott. But before all that we have the debuting David Feare taking on Yun Goeun.
Kris Cruise: I’m excited for this one, Stephy, but it seems like we’ll have to wait a little while longer…
A short static burst rings out, following by a high pitched buzz. It warps into the funky beat of “Imperium” 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 Mid Atlantic Legacy championship is fastened tight across her chest, pushing the 'girls' up. She points to it with a grin, and then fiddles an FGA microphone in her hands.
Fujiko Mine: Shreveport, Lady Luck is so glad to be in you…
The crowd bites on the cheap pop, and Fujiko grins.
Fujiko Mine: I’m out here because something has been weighing heavy on my mind for the past couple of weeks, and I wanted to come out and speak to all of you about it.
The crowd mumurs slightly.
Fujiko Mine: You see, there is something coming up pretty soon, and several people have been confident enough to put their names in for it.
It becomes evident what she’s talking about, and some of the crowd catches on.
Fujiko Mine: I’m talking about, of course: The gold rush rumble. It’s quite an opportunity. The winner getting a shot at the FGA world championship. I mean, I don’t mean to get greedy or anything...but Lady Luck loves gold. It’d be kind of a shame if the woman known as ‘lady luck’ wasn’t a part of it. So I thought about it, and I’m willing to defend my Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship...and also enter my name into the Gold rush rumble. I’m totally fine with getting a little greedy...so I hope that you all watch as Lady Luck becomes the first woman to win the gold rush rumble. I’m cashing in, and going to take it all home.
She winks, and “Imperium” plays again, with Fujiko slapping the hands of some of the fans before heading backstage.
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Yun Goeun vs. David Feare J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! "Counting Bodies Like Sheep" begins to play. Feare emerges from the curtain just before the vocals kick in. He glances at the audience from the top of the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from a world beyond your understanding. Weighing in at 160lbs… David Feare!!! He is reserved as he walks to the ring. He seems almost lost. It's important to David that the referee shake his hand. Eye contact is avoided. Kris Cruise: This dude scares me a little bit, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Why? He’s your friend! He’s everyone’s friend! Kris Cruise: Nope. He’s no friend of mine. My friends like to drink beer and watch football. They’re not into what this guys into. "Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!
Everyone raise your hands up high!
Let them talk to the sky above!
Clap Your Hands! Clap Your Hands!
This is just the beginning...
K - O - R - E - A" "Clap Your Hands" by Pink Dolls starts to play over the P.A. system as Yun Goeun emerges from the backstage area. She is smiling wide as the crowd goes crazy for her. The camera pans through the crowd to show there are more than a few fans wearing gear or holding up signs supporting Yun, as well as a few fans with Pink Doll's Merch. Yun stops to look over the arena from the top of the ramp, taking in the moment. As she stands there, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally emerges from the back. He pats Yun on the back, Yun smiles and raises her hands for a loud pop from the crowd, as she now starts to walk down the ramp. As Yun walks down the ramp she holds out her hands to give high fives to the fans she walks by. J.A. Aldridge: And introducing the opponent, hailing from Seoul, South Korea. Weighing in at 122lbs… Yun Go-Eun!!! Yun reaches the ringside area as the chorus to "Clap Your Hands" begins to play, causing Yun to clap her hands in time with the rhythm, laughing a bit as she does. She paces back and forth in front of the ring for a second then rushes in sliding under the bottom rope. Yun walks to the center of the ring and raises her arms high to another roar of the crowd as her music dies down. Stephy Auger: Ever since the Infinite Empire…vanished, Yun’s been on a mission to show the FGA faithful that she’s here to stay, and here to dominate. Kris Cruise: Eh, I still have my doubts, but the girl is certainly talented. We’ll see how she matches up against Feare. Stephy Auger: You mean your friend David Feare. Kris Cruise: He’s not my friend! The match gets under way with both competitors circling around the ring. Feare and Yun both attempt to get a feel of one another until Yun makes the first move, connecting with a low dropkick to the knee. Yun bounces off the ropes, but Feare pushes himself up to his feet and gets to Yun with a knee to the midsection before Yun can attack. Feare wraps his arm around Yun’s neck, throws her arm around his head, and hits a devastating uranage-back breaker on Yun! Stephy Auger: Big move from Feare there! Looks like he nearly broke Yun in half! Kris Cruise: Never fear! You could still sing pop songs with a broken back! Feare takes a moment to taunt the crowd, receiving nothing but boos. He pulls Yun up to her feet and pulls on her ear, but Yun elbows Feare in the midsection, and follows it with a forearm to the face. She hits Feare with another forearm to the face, following with a beautiful DDT! She spins Feare onto his back and makes the cover… ONE . . KICKOUT! Feare kicks out just before two, but Yun got right on top of Feare and hit him in the face with a couple of stiff elbows. With Feare will grounded, Yun popped up to her feet, turns herself around, and went for a standing moonsault, but Feare gets his knees up! Yun favors her midsection as Feare rushes to his feet, lifting Yun up and drops her over his knee for a backbreaker. Feare grabs a hold of Yun’s hair and drags her to the corner before he pushes his foot against her throat, choking her while the referee makes the count. One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Feare finally lets go before the count of five, runs to the opposite corner, and hits a running cannonball attack on Yun! He pulls her out of the corner, bounces off the ropes, and stomps at her midsection before he makes the cover while pulling on Yun’s ear? ONE . . KICKOUT! This time Yun kicks out before two, but Feare laughs it off. Kris Cruise: Don’t understand why he’s laughing. He should be in attack mode right now. Stephy Auger: I think Feare knows what he’s doing. He’s got his own...style. Kris Cruise: How do you know so much about the guy? Are yooooou his friend? Stephy Auger: We’re all his friends, Kris. Feare pulls Yun up to her feet by her hair, screams “that he’s her friend” and jabs his fingers directly into her throat! Yun falls back into the ropes with her hands around her neck, while Feare taunts her, patiently waiting for Yun to turn around. Once Yun does that, Feare goes for a decapitating clothesline, but Yun ducks underneath it and hits Feare with a running bulldog! Yun drops down to one knee, trying to get a grasp of breath, deciding not to go for pin after the bulldog. Feare rolls onto his stomach and uses the ropes to help gather himself back to his feet. By this time, Yun is already standing and ready to go on the offensive. She goes for a round house to the head, but Feare ducks under it at the last minute and pulls Yun’s ear, then sidestepping. She tries to turn around to find her opponent, but it’s too late before Feare pulls Yun by the back of the hair and slams her into the mat. Feare only stares down at Yun as she is holding the back of her head where her opponent had a handful of hair. He grabs Yun by the back of the head and tries to force her back to her feet. After he gets her up, he whips her into the rope, she bounces back, but it’s not what Feare expected. Yun hits the Shamrock Spike! It nearly takes Feare’s head off as Yun goes for the cover! ONE . . TWO . . THR-NO!!!! Feare forces a shoulder off the mat, throwing Yun off him, and the crowd lets out a groan while throwing jeers in his direction. Yun looks a bit surprised at the breakout, but doesn’t question it. Kris Cruise: Looks like Yun wanted to rip the referees head for a second. Stephy Auger: She probably did. All wrestlers do at one point or another. Yun is resting on her knees, looking over at Feare as he is crawling back to his knees. Yun is the first one to stand up, patiently waiting for her opponent. As they both charge, Yun goes for the standing side russian leg sweep, but Feare hip tosses her in a bit of desperation. Yun stands up, but this time she is in the corner and Feare takes advantage of it with a solid dropkick. He charges again, but Yun rolls out of the way and jumps onto the top rope, looking to go for a moonsault. Right before she can pull it off, Feare catches her in mid-air with a discus clothesline. Kris Cruise: Big discus clothesline from Feare! Stephy Auger: Think Yun’s done here if Feare capitalizes. Feare slaps Yun in the back of the head while she gathers herself slowly to one knee. He goes for another punch, but Yin dodges it and pulls Feare down into a DDT position. Feare is doing his best to fight off the move and eventually pulls free from Yun, knocking her arms away in the process. Looking slightly shocked, Feare follows through and chops Yun hard in throat. Yun instantly goes down, coughing and holding her neck. Feare doesn’t let her get the time for a breather as he falls on top and hooks two legs. ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICKOUT! Yun wildly kicks her legs and breaks the hold on the pin. Feare doesn’t let up on the attack, and once again starts choking the life out of Yun, but this time uses both of his hands. He rips his hands away, and drags Yun up to her feet by her hair and looks for the “Nevermore” clothesline to the back of the head, but Yun ducks underneath it, and hits Feare with the 540 Crescent Kick in the back of the head! Stephy Auger: One Hit Wonder! Yun got her patent One Hit Wonder! Kris Cruise: Yeah, but look at Feare! Instinctively, Feare rolls to the ropes and gets to the apron to prevent a pin. Yun crawls his way and tries to drag Feare back in the ring, but Feare turns his body some more and falls off the apron. Yun throws her hands over her face, but follows Feare to the outside. She grabs him by the head, and pulls him up to his feet, but Feare comes out of nowhere with a knee to the midsection. He then grabs Yun by the hair and slams her spine first into the protective guardrail on the outside! Kris Cruise: Just when you thought Yun was about to win this match, Feare fires right back. Feare rips Yun to her feet and throws her back in the ring. He follows her in, stopping the referees ten count at four, and crawls toward Yun. He mumbles some words under his breath and waits for her to get up, calling for the “Nevermore” lariat to the back the head. Yun uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet, and Feare goes for the lariat, but Yun ducks it again! She waits for Feare to turn around, then blasts him with another One Hit Wonder! Yun falls on top of Feare and hooks the leg. ONE . . TWO . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… YUN GO-EUUUUN! |
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Marinette Bois Séch (Marshall & Miro) vs. Fujiko Mine & Noelle Smith "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up. I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons babe
But you keep frontin'
Sayin' what you gon' do to me
But I ain't seen nuttin' J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida … She is NOELLE SMITH! She does an athletic handspring forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily. A short static burst rings out, following by a high pitched buzz. It 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 Mid Atlantic Legacy championship is fastened tight across her chest, pushing the 'girls' up. She points to it with a grin, and poses as a few fans throw multicolored streamers around her on the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: And her tag team partner, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin…she is the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion … ‘LADY LUCK’ FUJIKO MINE! She begins bobbing her head to the music for a moment before posing. She high fives some of the fans that have their hands outstretched. 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 more multicolored streamers around her. She unfastens the championship belt, and poses with it close to her face. She then hops down, and places the belt down in her corner. She then bounces on her heels, waiting for the arrival of their opponents. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 435lbs … the team of Miro Brendan Sperling and Marshall Byron Stevenson … MARINETTE BOIS SECH! As “Nothing Else Matters by. Metallica 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 M.B.S. standing there with their heads down. They slowly look up and begin to walk down the ramp. Halfway down the ramp they looks up to the sky with their arms spread out and howls as if he was a wolf howling to the moon. Marshall 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 heads lowered waiting for his opponent. Kris Cruise: A different combination than those who lost to the #sparklebuddies a few weeks ago in Spartanburg, but I’m sure Marinette Bois Sech will be hoping for a different result tonight. Stephy Auger: You don’t say, Kris. I’m more curious how the team of Fujiko and Noelle will co-exist; they were opponents on the last show and had that incident in the battle royal. Kris Cruise: Like we said earlier, Stephy – they’re going to have to find a way if they’re going to stand any chance right now. Noelle walks around the ring, clapping her hands and getting the crowd going as she circles the ring. Miro slowly paces around, his eyes never leaving her, a wicked grin on his face. The two tie up and Noelle gets the early advantage, placing Miro in a hammerlock. He quickly backs her off with an elbow shot that staggers her. He storms forward, hitting the ropes and bounces back looking to attempt a clothesline, but Noelle manages to duck underneath. She sprints forward now, hits the ropes, and the two competitors storm towards each other full speed ahead, until Noelle launches into the air, connecting with a spinning heel kick to cheers from the crowd. The two competitors quickly spring back to their feet. Miro runs forward and Noelle delivers a hip toss. He quickly pops back up and surges towards her again, and she delivers another hip toss. He bounces up, and Noelle takes him for the ride one more time, delivering one more hip toss to cheers from the crowd. Miro rolls to a knee, and Noelle pushes forward, lifting him to his feet and backing him into her teams corner. She reaches out tagging in Fujiko who enters the ring to cheers from the crowd. Fujiko wears Miro down with a barrage of snapping kicks to the midsection. She then attempts to whip him across the ring, but Miro reverses it, sending Fujiko crashing into the turnbuckle instead. She stumbles out of the corner and right into an Evenflow DDT. Miro quickly turns her over and goes for a pin. Kris Cruise: What a DDT! I think that might have dented the canvas. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Stephy Auger: Not enough to Fujiko away. The Mid-Atlantic champion quickly kicks out. Miro gets her to her feet, and delivers a hard knife edge chop. That sends her stumbling around the ring clutching her chest. He grabs her by the back of the head and walks her into the corner, tagging in Marshall Byron Stevenson. He enters the ring to boos from the crowd, and quickly goes to work on the Mid-Atlantic champion, driving a knee to her gut and doubling her over. He delivers a hard clubbing blow to her back and then snatches the champ from the corner, slowly walking her towards the center of the ring before hoisting her up for a stalling brainbuster to boos from the crowd. He then goes for a lateral press, while roughly pressing his elbow against her jaw. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Stephy Auger: MBS have cut Fujiko off from her partner thus far. Kris Cruise: It’s a solid strategy. The Mid-Atlantic champion once again kicks out. The big man snatches her to a vertical base, but Fuji swats his hand away, lunging forward and connecting with a hard forearm shot that staggers him back a bit. She delivers another, and another, and another that really have the big man reeling. She shoots towards the ropes, and rebounds back, but he nails her with a back elbow to boos from the crowd. He picks her back up and pulls her in for a DDT, but Fuji spins out of it and delivers a high roundhouse that has the big man rocked. She then hits the ropes and comes back, connecting with a flying butt to face that sends the big man to the mat. She then connects with a Stand-on-You Moonsault to cheers from the crowd. She goes for the pin. Kris Cruise: Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Stephy Auger: Not quite, but the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion is starting to fight back here! Marshall muscles out at the count of two. Fujiko rises to her feet, and delivers a standing Shooting Star Press. She lifts Marshall back to his feet and attempts to whip him into the ropes, but the big man doesn’t budge. Instead he shakes his head at her and yanks her back into a huge clothesline to boos from the crowd. He plucks her off the mat, and gets her into a full nelson position. He attempts to lift her for a suplex, but she blocks it. Instead countering with a victory roll. Stephy Auger: Fujiko with another pin attempt! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Marshal powers out, forcing Fuji off the pin. She climbs to a vertical base, and makes her way over to her corner to tag in Noelle. Noelle hits the ring to cheers from the crowd, charging in and knocking Marshall to a knee with a leg dropkick. She then springs back to her feet, and connects with an enziguri that flips him over. She then goes for a pin. Kris Cruise: Noelle coming in like a house on fire! Can she pick up the victory here? ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Marshall is able to get a shoulder up. She drags the big man back to his feet, and snaps a spinning back kick to his midsection that doubles him over. She then sprints, hops onto the second rope and springboards off with a flying crossbody, but Marshall is able to catch her in the air. He hoists her up onto his shoulders and then hits an Oklahoma Slam. He goes for the pin. Stephy Auger: I felt that slam from here. Such force behind it. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Noelle is able to get a shoulder up. Marshall gets her to a vertical base, and walks her to the MBS corner and tags in Miro. Marshall climbs onto the apron, holding Noelle’s arms as Miro begins to wail away at her with shots to the gut as the crowd boos. The ref steps in, issuing a warning, as Noelle stumbles from the corner holding her midsection. Miro grabs her and shoves her back against the turnbuckle. He then delivers a flurry of shoulder thrusts before watching her stumble away. He then stalks behind her, turning her around and connecting with a sitdown brainbuster before going for a pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Kris Cruise: How did Noelle kick out after that brainbuster? Noelle Smith is once again able to get a shoulder up. Miro gets her up and connects with a Tiger suplex, bridging it into a pin. Stephy Auger: And a tiger suplex! This might be it. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Stephy Auger: Color me surprised, Kris, I was sure this one was over. Somehow Noelle manages to kick out once again. On the apron, Fujiko calls out to her and then cries out for the crowd to rally behind her partner. The crowd comes to life roaring for Noelle to get to her feet. Miro storms over towards her and plucks her from the mat, but Noelle fires off a hard gut shot. She fires off another one, and then pulls Miro down with a Fruit Roll up! Kris Cruise: Wait a minute… ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE?! NO! Kris Cruise: Fujiko and Noelle almost stole it there! Stephy Auger: But now she really needs to make the tag. Miro barely kicks out. Noelle rolls to her feet and stumbles back against the ropes, using them to regain her balance. As Miro climbs to his feet, she bursts forward, and sends him to the mat with a headscissors takedown to cheers from the crowd. She gets up, feeling the energy of the crowd. She paces around the ring, motioning for the crowd to get hype, but as soon as she turns around, Marshall Byron Stevenson steps into the ring and shoots forward, looking to connect with a big boot, but Noelle draws a loud pop from the crowd as she avoids it with her bridging evasion. Stephy Auger: Noelle avoids the big boot masterfully. As Marshall turns around, Noelle delivers a roundhouse kick that twists him around, right into a springboard hurricanranna from Fujiko as the crowd cheers. Just then Miro sprints forward, delivering a hard forearm to the back of Fujiko’s head as she gets to her feet, that sends her through the ropes. Noelle grabs him and turns him around. She delivers a boot to the midsection and looks to go for the Swing, Set, Match, but Miro shoves her off. She stumbles forward and then turns right back into a pele kick. He rolls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Once again Noelle Smith is able to kick out. Miro gets to his feet and heads towards the ropes, looking to connect with the Corkscrew BME. He soars through the air, but just at the last second, Noelle is able to get her knees up. The crowd erupts as Miro lands right on her knees, and flops around the ring, writhing in pain. Noelle slowly drags herself towards the ropes and pulls herself up to her feet. As she turns to spy where Miro is, Fujiko slaps Noelle on the back and tags herself in. Noelle looks at Fuji in disbelief as she storms into the ring and nails Miro plush with a lucky shot to cheers from the crowd. She then goes for the pin and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match … NOELLE SMITH and the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, FUJIKO MINE! “Imperium” begins to play throughout the arena as Fujiko celebrates her victory in the center of the ring. The members of Marinette Bois Sech exit the ring, making their way back up the aisle as, back in the ring, Noelle looks on in disbelief at what just happened. Kris Cruise: They managed to co-exist and pick up the victory, but Noelle does not look happy about the ending. Stephy Auger: Can you blame her? She did the hard work and Fujiko just came in and got the win for herself – just like in the battle royal! Noelle slides out of the ring and starts to leave when she spots Mirage out of the corner of her eye. He’s making his way through the crowd and, before Noelle can say anything, is in the ring behind Fujiko. Kris Cruise: What’s Mirage doing here? He grabs the Legacy champion with a full nelson and promptly dragon suplexes her down to the mat. The crowd erupt in a chorus of boos as Mirage lays the boots in. But here comes Noelle! She slides in under the bottom rope and charges at Mirage, avoiding his clothesline attempt. He drops his version of the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title before catching Noelle with a toe kick to the gut, followed by a DDT onto the belt! Stephy Auger: Somebody stop him… Mirage turns back to Fujiko as she’s using the ropes to get back to her feet. She regains her vertical base and staggers towards the center of the ring, straight into the waiting arms of Mirage. He delivers a hip toss, sending Fujiko hurtling towards the other corner – but clutches at his shoulder afterwards. Mirage stands still, inspecting the devastation around him – but he somehow doesn’t see Noelle getting back to her feet. A standing enziguiri catches him by surprise, sending Mirage stumbling towards the ropes before Noelle charges at him and delivers a running dropkick straight to the face, with enough force behind it to send Mirage tumbling over the top rope and to the outside. Kris Cruise: That seems to have done the trick. Noelle picks up the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title belt that she was DDT’ed onto moments earlier as, on the outside of the ring, Mirage picks himself up, still clutching at his shoulder as he makes his way backstage. Fujiko stumbles to her feet, and sees that Noelle is holding the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship. Her eyes widen, until she realizes that it is the one that Mirage has been carrying around. She sees that her title is sitting near the time-keepers table. She also sees that Mirage is in agony. Thinking as quickly as she can, she asks for a microphone, and is granted one. Fujiko Mine: Noelle, I don’t know what you think you’re doing...but I’m beginning to think that this tete-a-tete between us has gone on long enough. Both you and Mirage have made it perfectly clear that you want to be the champion. She pauses for a moment, scanning the situation.. Fujiko Mine: But that’s not the way you’re going to get the title… my title. You can take his belt, if it really helps you feel like a champion, but like it or not: I won the right to call myself champion. If you want that...then you have to beat me for it. And don’t think I am going to be willing to bow down and just let you take it from me. Noelle shakes her head at Fujiko’s strong unbending words, and the fans are fairly split at their reactions to the two women. Noelle looks out at them, the people she has always fought so hard for and nods before stepping up to Fujiko and holding her hand out for the microphone, waiting patiently until it is in her hand before she turns her gaze to the belt in her other hand. Noelle Smith: Words, Fujiko. It’s just words, you could be reciting the Declaration of the United States of Bewb Goddess for all they’re worth. Mirage has his point, you know, as much as neither of us might care for it. He wasn’t defeated for his title, that should have at least given him the number one contendership, don’t you think? But no, you disparage and deny him, and well...that’s fine I suppose. But you can mock me all you want with your sly little smiles and self-righteous words but we both know. We know, and they know. Noelle lifted her arm up and held the Mid Atlantic Legacy title belt she’d gotten from Mirage and the part of the fans behind her cheer wildly even as some of the others are chanting FUJIKO! FUJIKO! Noelle Smith: See maybe, Fujiko Mine I might not want your title. Maybe, what I want is for you to prove to me, the fans, all the ladies and gents in the back that THIS title isn’t the real one. Because right now? As far as I’m concerned, and they’re thinking it right now whether you like it or not, I’m the real champion, and I’m holding the real belt. She crouched and set the microphone down, turning her back on Fujiko and dropping to slide out of the ring, marching up the ramp whether Fujiko intended to answer her or not, much as Fujiko had left her standing in the back, silent, the last time they spoke. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:09:32 GMT -5
A backstage corridor. The crowd lets out vicious boos for the figure walking down it - Mr J.B. Ronie. But the boos turn to apprehensive murmurs as another figure approaches from the opposite direction... Miss L.A. Hardy. As the two catch sight of each other, there is some eye-narrowing.
Stephy Auger: Laurel Anne Hardy is set to commentate on J.B. Ronie's match later tonight, and to say these two have issues with each other would be an understatement.
Kris Cruise: These two individuals have a history stretching back a long, long time - and it's been very brutal. They've brawled across WARPED. They've brawled across FRONTIER. When they're involved in the same match tonight, will that brawl come to FGA?
For now, Hardy and Ronie are just staring at each other. After a moment, Ronie speaks.
J.B. Ronie: So you're commentating on my match tonight? I bet you're just dying to tell the world how wonderful I am.
Laurel Anne Hardy: I can think of a few things I'd like to say about you, aye.
J.B. Ronie: Well, now you've got me all curious. Just remember how much I hate being slandered...
Laurel Anne Hardy: You're gonna be keeping an ear out, are you? Then I guess I should keep an eye out.
The crowd 'ooooohs' at that particular dig. Ronie just smiles and returns fire with one of his own:
J.B. Ronie: Tell your brother I said hello.
And he barges past Laurel to walk away, leaving her staring after him angrily.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:10:05 GMT -5
J.B. Ronie vs. Colton Sterling “Turn up, Rittz!” “Shut up, bitch!” J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall! Fog slowly fills the aisle way as low piano notes open “Turn up” by Rittz. J.B. Ronie appears at the top of the ramp with his back to the crowd, backlit by a strobe light; he nods his head with the music until the bass drum kicks in. He spins around and saunters down the ramp showing off a wad of cash. When he reaches ringside he ascends a corner of the guardrail; where he uncoils the rubber band around the wad of cash. Ronie proceeds to toss the wad of cash in the air and laughs as members of the crowd attempt to grab as much as they can. Ronie hops back to the floor and shows one of the bills to the camera; revealing his face in the center. J.A. Aldridge: Weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, hailing from The Carnival Grounds... JAY! BEE! RONIE! After getting a good chuckle he hops up to the apron and wipes his boots; then sling shots himself to the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner. Members of the crowd realizing they were fooled begin to berate him; he smirks. After fueling up on the crowd’s displeasure he removes his “Rotten To The Core” t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd; only to have it tossed back. He hops down off the turnbuckle and removes his tear away pants to await his opponent. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent... "Painkiller" by Three Days Grace suddenly begins to play throughout the arena as Colton Sterling steps through from behind the curtains, looking out at the audience with a semi-serious look. Dressed in his ring gear and black and red hoodie, Colton has the hood over his head, but just enough to where it covers most of his light brown hair. As he stands at the top of the stage, he begins nodding his head and cracking his neck before beginning his descent down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: From Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing two hundred and one pounds... he is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions... COLTON! STERLING! Colton slaps hands with some of the fans nearby, the smirk still plastered on his face. Once ringside, Colton takes a run towards the steps, but quickly turns towards the apron before hopping onto it. Looking out at the audience once more, Colton begins walking across the apron for a few steps before tugging on the bottom rope and hopping over, landing on his feet as he has finally made it inside of the ring. Quickly making his way over to a corner, he climbs to the middle turnbuckle before removing his hood off, nodding his head as he looks out at the fans. Sterling then begins to remove his hood off, tossing it to the outside but not at the fans, before hopping off and landing on his feet before punching at the air as he makes his way over to his designated corner before the match starts. Stephy Auger: For this match, we welcome to the commentary booth Laurel Anne Hardy... Laurel, welcome. Laurel Anne Hardy: Hi guys. Thanks for having me. I'll try to be more lively than I have been on recent shows, I promise. The two men lock up on the bell. Sterling spins sideways, straight into a hammerlock, then steps through and pulls Ronie down into a stunner and follows that up with a fast snapmare before Ronie can even fall down. Colton lifts Ronie back to his feet with a rear waistlock but Ronie blocks the German suplex attempt from the Tag Team Champion and pushes his own hands down on Colton's own to force them apart. Sterling fights it, trying to get that clamp locked back in, but the larger and more experienced competitor overpowers him. He brings Sterling over with a snapmare of his own, then lifts him up in a side headlock. Colton fights so J.B. wrenches his arms to rattle the youngster's neck. But Ronie doesn't seem interested in doing anything more with the headlock; he just keeps it locked in place, controlling his opponent's positioning in the ring and denying him mobility. Colton tries to shoot Ronie towards the ropes, but Ronie sandbags and drags him down to the mat. Even as they get back up, J.B. keeps that side headlock tight in place. Stephy Auger: Who are you pulling for here, Laurel?
Laurel Anne Hardy: I'm a commentator tonight, Stephy. I have to be neutral. Kris Cruise: No, guest commentators are exempt from that rule. Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh. Then Colton, obviously. Kris Cruise: Even though you and Annie Zellor are facing him and Ashley Sullivan at Glory Road? Laurel Anne Hardy: Yeah, why should that matter here? Colton's a good guy and a great wrestler, with a great attitude. Treats on the other hand... Stephy Auger: I don't think we're legally allowed to call him that any more. Laurel Anne Hardy: That's right. James. J.B. Ronie. Still not used to that. Kris Cruise: You don't have so many good things to say about him, I take it. Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh, no... he's a hell of a wrestler. He's a fantastic technician who can fly and brawl too. He's smart and he's fearless. I've been in the ring with him, as you guys both know... I know exactly what can he do. And unfortunately one of the things he likes to do best is troll the audience and his opponent, like he's doing right now. Indeed. Ronie STILL has that side headlock in. Colton starts dancing left and right, trying to build up the momentum to spin out of Ronie's grasp. He manages to catch Ronie by surprise and dart away - or not! It was evidently a ruse by Ronie, as the Pagliacci of Professional Wrestling rolls through with Colton and keep the hand clasped to drag him down into an armbar. Again he brings Sterling down to the centre of the mat, cutting off his mobility. Every time Colton tries something to escape Ronie has the answer. Kris Cruise: Say what you like about this trolling tactic - Colton's getting worked up. It's working for Ronie. Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh, it works. It's valid. Unfortunately. Stephy Auger: Not everything J.B. Ronie likes to do is as valid as that. Kris Cruise: Let's hope our official knows who he's dealing with here. Finally Colton manages to get a good sequence of back and forth rolls going, aided by the crowd roaring in favour of him. Feeding on their positive energy, he manages to build up enough momentum to yank his hand out of J.B.'s grip! He bounces onto the bottom rope and leaps out again, perhaps for a springboard crossbody. But Ronie counters with an armdrag, and as the two men hit the deck, pulls Colton right back up in another kneeling armbar! Laurel Anne Hardy: Oh, come on. He's just takin' the piss here. Stephy Auger: Laurel, you famously view wrestling as an art form over a sport... is this art right now, that we're seeing? Laurel Anne Hardy: On Colton's part, sure. What we're seeing right now from J.B. Ronie is crayon scrawls on the wallpaper. This is paint by numbers. And he's doing it on purpose to fuck me off. Kris Cruise: You? I think he's more focused on his opponent... Laurel Anne Hardy: That's him - piss off as many people as possible with the simplest acts. After holding the armbar for some time, Ronie hauls Colton further up and transitions it into another side headlock, and fans starts raining boos down on The Whole F'N Sideshow. He flashes them all a toothy grin, prompting a number of them to transition into a chant of "Boring! Boring! Boring!" Colton manages to hook his ankle around Ronie's to cost him his balance, and uses that opening to roll him down to the mat and through into a cradle! ONE! . . TWO! Ronie powers out. Sterling goes for an armdrag as they both pop up, but Ronie reverses it and goes for yet another armbar. But Colton sweeps Ronie's leg out and the larger man crashes to the canvas. Colton floats around into a grounded front chancery only to find J.B. pushing him away - but as Ronie gets to his hands and knees, Sterling catches him with a knee to the head! He slams in several in rapid succession then backs up, measuring his dazed opponent... another big knee, the hardest yet, to drop Ronie onto his side! The fans cheer loudly. Steph Auger: Big, brain-shaking knee strikes! Ronie's vision has to be blurred... Kris Cruise: That perception must be a weakness for him in general, with the eyepatch thanks to injury which cost him his eye at the hands of... well... Laurel Anne Hardy: It's okay, Kris. You can say it. At the hands of me and my brother. Colton takes a moment to show his fans his appreciation, then swings another big knee strike at Ronie's head. But Ronie catches it! He pulls Colton down with a double kneebuster drop, then rolls under him, schoolboys him down - but instead of going for a pin like that, he rolls over him into a deadlift German suplex! For a moment it seems like the two men are frozen in time, Ronie leaning back at an unnatural angle holding a 200lb man off the ground. But time can't stand still forever and J.B. slams Colton back in a thunderous old-school German, with impact that would make a territories-era 'rassler proud. Ronie backrolls over Colton into a pin, using his legs to compress Colton's down against his own shoulders. ONE! . . TWO! Kickout from the World Tag Team Champion. The two men are back up and facing each other a moment later. They lock up again, and it's Ronie who takes advantage with - you guessed it - a kneeling armbar. Colton once again does his best to escape, but every time he comes close, Ronie turns the armbar into a side headlock or vice-versa. The fans boo him every time, but that just seems to entertain the clown more and more. Stephy Auger: Do you feel remorse over his eye? Laurel Anne Hardy: I... I have a lot of sadness over this whole situation between us. Me and him used to get on great before I found out he was the one who assaulted my brother back in 2013. But the eye specifically... no. It's part of the cycle. I'm sure he'll find something to do to me back. Stephy Auger: You sound so resigned! Laurel Anne Hardy: Eh. It's the way these things go. Eventually, it looks like Colton is flagging. Ronie spends a little longer making sure, then flips Sterling up over his shoulders... stalls a moment... cliffhanger DDT! Stephy Auger: Ronie Driver! Colton spiked right down onto his face! But rather than go for the pin, J.B. Ronie crosses to the ropes and leans across the top to point in the direction of Laurel Anne Hardy. J.B. Ronie: You better not be lying about me! Laurel Anne Hardy: Would I do something like that? Ronie narrows his eyes, obviously not trusting her one bit. But he turns back to his match anyway... and gets rolled into a surprise cradle by Colton! ONE! . . TWO! Ronie kicks up and is quickly to his feet, but Sterling is quicker and catches Ronie with a bicycle kick to the mush to knock him right back down. The crowd cheer for Colton as he comes back, taking Ronie to the mat once again with a headlock takeover and then a kick to the spine, following by a spinning kick to the front of the head. Ronie is left stumbling around and he falls victim to a beautiful side Russian legsweep, and then as he makes one last attempt to reach vertical, Colton's already bouncing off the ropes for a springboard bulldog! The fans go nuts as Colton gets some wind back into himself, watching closely as Ronie tries to recover from the onslaught. J.B. pushes himself to his knees... and takes a punt kick to the head! Colton pushes him onto his back. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE- Kickout! The disappointment from the fans is audible. Colton hauls Ronie upright and locks him into a front facelock. Stephy Auger: Shining Diamond time! But Ronie spins to the side, and reverses... into a side headlock! The boos rain down, but Ronie doesn't give a damn. Laurel Anne Hardy: James Ronie, ladies and gentlemen. The man of 1,004 holds - all of them armbars and side headlocks. Colton goes for the same cradle he used to escape this same predicament earlier, but Ronie drops and rolls into a ball on the mat, forcing all of his weight into the smallest shape possible: a ball. Laurel Anne Hardy: Lady of the Lake... don't fall for it, Colton... But that's exactly what Colton does. He reaches down to untangle Ronie, who smoothly flips Sterling overhead in an armdrag. Then Ronie - still with the hand-hold applied - ducks backwards under Sterling's legs and flips him off his feet in a pumphandle driver! He lets Sterling drop, then rolls over him and hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE- Colton pushes out! Ronie can't believe it. Laurel Anne Hardy: Colton Sterling is the kind of wrestler I'd love to face when I was in a better place than I am currently. I wish so much I was capable right now of giving him the match he deserves. He's versatile, he's got great pacing, great conditioning, very spontaneous and creative when he needs to be. Very accomplished even at his young age. I honestly think he might even be a dark horse to win this year's Gold Rush match at Glory Road. But what he doesn't have yet is the veteran wiles to catch tricks like that. James pushes himself up, runs the ropes, and almost knocks Sterling's head off with a sliding lariat. He follows that up with a serious of crowd-baitingly slow stomps, finished with a spinning facewash right on Sterling's head to complete the Ronie Stomp sequence. He looks up as a voice calls loudly all the way from ringside: Laurel Anne Hardy: Oi, James! Be careful! You could have someone's eye out like that! Ronie spins angrily, and he and Hardy exchange some more aggressive looks with each other. When he turns back to Colton, he's caught with a chop to the gut. Then another. Then another! The crowd get behind the tag champ and he fires in lefts and rights from his kneeling position, then stands up as he forces separation. With Ronie reeling, Colton connects with a huge Pele kick to massive cheers! He runs the ropes and comes back in, but J.B. catches him and reverses with an Irish whip. But Colton rebounds into the ropes and flies back with a lariat! NO! Ronie drops flat and Colton hits the far side ropes. He's only winded for a moment but it's enough for Ronie to sneak up behind him and dump him to ringside! Kris Cruise: If this was the Gold Rush rumble, Ronie would have just scored an elimination! J.B. backs up, looking for a run-up to the suicide dive... which he doesn't do, simply feinting and spinning back into the ring to big boos. Colton quickly climbs up onto the apron, only to find himself jabbed in the eyes! J.B. Ronie: TWO FOR FLINCHING! Colton collapses all the way back down to ringside. Ronie grabs the top rope, finally ready to fly... or not! He just rolls over the ropes, hops off the apron, and decks Colton with a right hand. The referee starts to count, but Ronie ignores him, throwing Colton all around ringside into any hard surface he can find. ONE! Ringpost... TWO! ...guardrail.... THREE! ...apron... FOUR! ...steps... FIVE! ...right over the commentators' desk and into Laurel! Both champion and soon-to-be challenger spill across the floor. Laurel darts back to her feet and runs at Ronie, and the two find themselves nose-to-nose while the ref continues to count. J.B. shoves Hardy away, right back over the table, then grabs Colton and drags him to the ring. He shoves him under the bottom rope, slides in himself (only just beating the count), and covers. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE- The crowd roars as Colton kicks out! Meanwhile, Hardy disentangles herself... Laurel Anne Hardy: No. No no no. I ain't havin' this. She jogs over to the ring with something familiar in her left hand - the steel pipe she first used on Tommy Knox back in Autumn, now decorated of course with glitter paint. As Ronie goes back to the side headlock well, Colton manages to shove him into the ropes. Ronie, focusing on dragging Sterling with him, doesn't see the pipe shot to the back from Hardy until it's too late! Fortunately, the ref doesn't see it either, but he can tell something must be up and crosses over - while Ronie is trying to grab for Hardy. She drops down to ringside, pulling Ronie neck-first across the top rope and making him spring back... right into the ref! Stephy Auger: The ref's down! Laurel slides back in and swings her pipe at Ronie's head. Ronie manages to grab it - and use the momentum to pull it further so it smacks hard into the face of Colton Sterling, who's standing just behind him! As Colton drops down Laurel raises her hands to her head in shock, and Ronie clotheslines her out of the ring. Ronie stands over Colton and picks up the fallen pipe, ready to throw it after its owner... ...not a good time for the ref to shake off his stupor. He sees J.B. Ronie standing over Colton Sterling with a weapon in his hand, leaps to a conclusion, and calls for the bell! J.A. Aldridge: Your winner via disqualification, ladies and gentlemen... COLTON STERLING! Ronie's face breaks into a mix of fury and shock. Laurel paces back and forth at ringside, holding her head - but not for long, as she's spun round by Ashley Sullivan! Colton's co-champion is out and angry, demanding answers from Hardy. Laurel's trying to ignore Ash, but Ash won't have any of it. She shoves Laurel, and the fans 'oooh' again. Laurel is breathing slowly, calmly... Annie Zellor arrives on the scene, pulling Ash away from Laurel. As the stirring Colton sees this he slides out and shoves Annie off Ash. The two teams round on each other - none of them wanting it to come to this, but none of them willing to back down. Finally more FGA personnel arrive and diffuse things, but not without both The Spitfires and #Sparklebuddies shooting each other some ugly looks. A tense truce is finally made and Ash helps Colton exit in one direction while Annie and Laurel head off in the opposite, leaving Ronie fuming alone in the ring at his victory having been stolen from him. In his anger, he flings Laurel's sparkle pipe at the commentary desk, then paces around the ring looking like thunder. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:14:08 GMT -5
“Pretty Little Psycho” by Porcelain Black plays over the sound system, Cyncity emerging through the curtain dressed in street clothes. She takes a long, hard look at the audience showering her with boos and a couple of cheers here and there before she saunters down the ramp. She acts as if she’s going to slap the hands of the fans at ringside, but pulls her hand back at the last second and laughs in their face. She finally slides into the ring, rolling herself along until she gets to the other side of the ring, reaching her arm underneath the bottom rope, signaling for a microphone from J.A. Aldridge. After he hands Cyncity the microphone, the ‘spunky’ Sex Sells member remains on the mat, only moving her arm enough to hold her head up as she stares at the entrance ramp.
Cyncity: Why don’t the people in this stinkin’ company ever appreciate the good things that people TRY to do for them? I mean, seriously?! Every single time I go out of my way to help someone, it ends up biting me in the butt! I’m not here to give you guys a history lesson, though. I’m here to talk about what happened at the last DVD taping. I’m here to talk about what happened with Johnny Karma, and that stinkin’ manbeast named Cherry!
Cyn pulls the microphone away from her lips, covering her face with her free hand and grinds down on her teeth.
Cyncity: At the last DVD taping, I TRIED to find Johnnyboy when I was told he was lost! I tried to show him that people out there cared about him - even me! And what did I get in return?! WHAT THE HECK DID I GET IN RETURN?! A fight with that despicable Cherrybaum…
Cyn once again pulls the microphone away from her lips, muttering some curse words under her breath.
Cyncity: So you know what?! YOU KNOW WHAT!?
Cyn stands up and rips her sweatshirt over her head, getting some cheers from the males in the audience. She follows that by removing the earrings from her ears, and storms toward the ropes closest to the entrance ramp.
Cyncity: IF YOU WANNA FIGHT ME SO BAD, COME ON! LETS GO! RIGHT NOW! I DON’T HAS A MATCH TO WORRY ABOUT TONIGHT, SO TONIGHT?! TONIGHT I KICK YOUR BUTT, CHERRY!
Cyn leans forward, pressing her body off the ropes. She waves her hand for Karma and Cherry to come out, but there was nothing. Not at first, at least.
As Cyn stands in the ring awaiting a response, “Brooklyn Baby” by Lana Del Rey starts to play over the PA system and Cherry Baum walks out at the top of the ramp wearing a Ramones t-shirt and a black plaid skirt, her bright red hair tied back rather than in the traditional bunches, and she looks PISSED. Stood beside her is Johnny Karma in his street clothes, who isn't even going to pretend that he’s going to hold Cherry back.
Cherry walks down the ramp, pointing at Cyn and mouthing a dog’s abuse in her general direction, so we should be thankful that she doesn’t have a microphone in her hand or the poor soul whose job it is to bleep out profanities would be getting paid overtime. When Cherry reaches ringside, she makes to dive under the ropes into the ring, only for Karma to stop her and point her in the general direction of Spencer Burke, since he’s got a house mic. Cherry walks around the ring, still glaring at Cyn and mouthing off, before she snatches the mic out of Burke’s hand and climbs the ring steps, then climbs through the ropes to step into the ring while Karma climbs onto the ring apron to watch
Cherry: What’s got you so worked up, Cyn? Was somebody using the bathroom stall with the glory hole when you needed to earn your money this week?
Cyn grinds on her teeth and tugs on her hair, while on the ring apron Karma winces - but Cherry’s not quite done yet.
Cherry: If you want attention, I have an idea for you: find a bunch of other skanks who slept their way to...somewhere in the middle and pitch a show to the E! Network where you and your skank-friends act like skanks to one another, and call the show something classy like Total Skanks, because that way I can change the channel rather than listen to you.
Cherry pauses, catching her breath for a moment - it transpires this whole talking at great length thing in front of a live crowd is kind of tiring, something which Cyn picks up on as she laughs in Cherry’s face. Getting visibly frustrated, Cherry holds the mic to her lips again.
Cherry: But you know what, if you’re here to fight…
Cherry tosses the mic into the air and lunges towards Cyn, who merely sidesteps and allows Cherry to crash to the canvas where she was previously stood, and she looks down on Cherry to continue her mocking.
Cyncity: Hah! Hahahahahaha! What the heck was that?! You seriously wanna fight me when you can’t even get your hands on me?! Oh my goodness! I knew this was gonna be easy, but NOT this easy!
Cyn runs her hand down her face and shifts her focus to Karma.
Cyncity: You! You’re the one who started this whole mess! If your little beaked birdy is gonna get her butt kicked then so will you!
At that moment, it was almost like a lightbulb came overtop of Cindy’s head.
Cyncity: I has an idea! Since you wanna get your ‘swagger’ back, and this one down here…
Cyn looks at Cherry pushing herself up to her feet.
Cyncity: Is so heckbent on fighting me...how about this. I’ll fight the both of you! At Glory Road, I want you--
Cyn points at Karma before she shifts her gaze back toward Cherry.
Cyncity: And I want yooooooooooooooou. Handicap match! You two against me! Should be easy, right? I mean one and a half men against little ol’ me? How hard could it possibly be?
Cyn looks back at Karma.
Cyncity: Well, it’ll probably be harder than what goes on down there, limp bizkit.
The Sex Sells half laughs at her own joke as she back steps towards the ring ropes.
Cyncity: How about it, though? Lets not waste any more of our time in front of these Shreveport losers. Lets do it when it matters. On PAY PER VIEW! THE SAME NIGHT THAT I WIN THE FGA GOLD RUSH RUMBLE! Muahahahaha.
At the exact second when Cyn mentions the possibility of winning the Gold Rush Rumble, something happens to Karma: there’s a flicker on the corner of his lips, almost as if the fire that has been all but extinguished in recent weeks just got fed a quart of gasoline. Karma looks to Cherry as she’s getting up from the mat, then crouches down to pick the microphone that Cherry tossed onto the mat, and for a moment there’s a pause as he chooses his words while looking directly at Cyncity
Karma: Now I know you’re getting a little bit hyper, Keenchitty, but is there really any need for you to try and tell me that you have a hope in heck of winning the Gold Rush Rumble? Hello??? There’s a Battle Royal GOD stood right in front of you!
As Cherry gets back to her feet, a look of sheer joy spreads across her face as she sees the Johnny Karma of old coming back right in front of her
Karma: ...come to think of it, didn’t you have some kind of award that you were saying made you important? I forget what it was called...Miss Baum, can you remind me what it was?
Cherry is snapped out of her private adulation session by the question, and takes a moment to look Cyn in the eye and savours the moment
Cherry: Wasn’t it something like the Plastic Shiksa trophy?
Cherry smirks a remarkably Mean Girl smirk while looking at Cyn, as Karma continues
Karma: Ah yes, that’s it - the sort of award that’s fitting for somebody whose main achievement in FWA is being the Cordy Stevenson’s personal, 24/7/365 noch-shlepper.
Karma winks at Cyn, giving the audience a second to Google exactly what a “noch-shlepper” is
Karma: Now I’m pretty sure that while you were rattling off a whole bunch of words in an order that made about as much sense as the continued success of Nicki Minaj, you may have said something that sounded an awful lot like you wanted a match against myself and Miss Baum at Glory Road, and I have to ask you one simple question before I respond: who is your dealer, and what does he charge? Unless you’ve got some freaky Fifty Shades of Grey deal going on, I’m sure you don’t want to be humiliated twice on the same night.
Cherry leans over towards Karma, whispering something in his ear
Karma: ...but then again, given you’ve been running around making a mazik of yourself, and because I could do with a match to get myself into the peak of physical performance before I win the Gold Rush Rumble, I say it’s on like Mao Zedong.
Cyn tries to keep her composure, doing everything in her power to not reach forward and slap Karma in the face again. Instead, she simply squints her eyes and looks over at Cherry. Cyn nods her head and makes an exit out of the ring with a slick grin on her face.
Cyncity: Glory Road is gonna be such a good night. First, I get to go two and oh against you, AND as an added bonus! I get to take off her head!
Cyncity walks along the apron until she reaches the steps.
Cyncity: After I beat the both of you, I’m going to win the Gold Rush Rumble and I’m gonna throw your butt out of that too! You won’t even be in there long enough to make a claim for Iron Man, because the Iron Wuuuuuuman.
Cyn smirks, taking a step down the steps.
Cyncity: Is winning it all. Byyeeeeeeeee!
Cyn waves with her fingers and walks down the rest of the steps, never turning around to look back at Karma and Cherry. She skips merrily up the entrance ramp as Cherry throws her arms around Karma, bursting with joy that Morose Karma has gone away and the Karma we all know and...I want to say “love” has come back, while Karma doesn’t seem to be particularly against this intrusion, even though he’s ever so slightly more preoccupied with watching Cyncity traipse her way up the ramp
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Chandler Scott vs. Annie Zellor J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York … ANNIE ZELLOR! An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with ‘Jager Yoga’, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle. Kris Cruise: This is an unexpected treat, Stephy, but we do say the card is subject to change! So it looks like we’ll be seeing Chandler Scott and Annie Zellor going one-on-one here tonight in Shreveport. Stephy Auger: That’s right. It all stemmed from an altercation backstage earlier tonight when Zellor seemed to grow agitated by the World champion’s mocking – so she stepped up to the challenge. The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, capturing the attention of all the fans in the crowd. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, preparing for the man that’s about to walk out. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to boo, jeer and heckle loudly. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain as the crowd really begins to let him have it. Chandler looks over and can be seen mouthing at the camera while he points an accusatory finger at it. He then turns his attention towards the ring as he thrusts his arms in the air, resulting in another round of loud boos from the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Hyannis, Massachusetts … Weighing in at 221lbs … He is the FGA World Champion, the DNA of FGA … CHANDLER SCOOOOTTTTTT!!! Chandler keeps his index fingers in the air, letting everyone know who is truly "number one” around this joint. He keeps a smug look planted on his face as he swaggers down to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the second ropes and slowly raises his fists in the air as he absorbs the crowd's disdain for him. After stepping down to the canvas, he can be seen arguing with some fans in the front row. Stephy Auger: Both competitors look ready, Kris. Here we g– The eerie cue up of "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays for ten seconds...then dies down, along with the lights. Suddenly the sound of drums and a electronic melody plays. The lights flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans who chant "FUCK YOU JIMMY!!" and "PAGE SUCKS!!!" getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating that deadly red. Page goes around the ring, keeping his gaze locked onto the World champion inside the ring as he makes his way towards the announce table; Page takes a seat next to Kris and Stephy, but doesn’t take a headset. Instead he just sits there and stares up at the ring. Kris Cruise: It looks like we’ve been joined by former FGA World Champion, Jimmy Page … Kind of. The bell sounds to start the match as Chandler Scott turns his attention away from the man he’ll face in four weeks time at Glory Road, and back towards Annie Zellor just in time to eat a running dropkick! It has enough force behind it to catch Chandler unaware, sending him stumbling back against the turnbuckle as Zellor begins to unload a series of shoot style kicks to the chest of the champion. The fans are on their feet in the early going as Zellor finishes the combo with a spinning heel kick; she moves towards the center of the ring, posing for the fans by flexing her biceps again, before running back towards the corner. Zellor leaps, looking for the monkey flip – but Scott dives out of harm’s way! He taps his temple, thinking he’s outsmarted his opponent, but he hasn’t seen Zellor perched on the top rope. Scott turns back around as Annie flies through the air with a corkscrew crossbody! Stephy Auger: Annie Zellor has come out fighting here tonight! Kris Cruise: How many chances will she get to face the World Champion, Stephy? She has to try and make an impression here. Both competitors scramble back to their feet again as Zellor charges in at the champion; Scott masterfully sidesteps and sends Annie against the ropes, but she comes back with another running dropkick that sends Chandler rolling out under the bottom rope to try and gather his thoughts. He turns his gaze towards the commentary table and Jimmy Page sitting there, staring blankly at Chandler Scott – almost as if he was looking through him – even as the referee begins the count out. Kris Cruise: This is eerie… As the referee reaches a four count, Annie has seemingly grown impatient of waiting. She sets herself up to vault over the top rope, but Chandler sees her out of the corner of his eye and moves out of the way. Zellor manages to change her trajectory, however, landing feet first on the outside as she gives chase; Chandler has turned the corner on he far side of the ring away from the commentary table as Annie runs after him, sliding into the ring after him, straight into a stomp to the back. A few more stomps follow as Chandler keeps his opponent grounded, even going so far as to push down on the back of her head so he face is forced into the mat. The crowd begin to boo as Annie is dragged back to her feet by her hair before being taken down by a lariat! Chandler even takes a moment to mock Annie’s #grrface, drawing an even larger jeer from the crowd. Stephy Auger: That’s the sort of mocking that lead to this match, does he really want to rile Annie Zellor up further? Kris Cruise: I don’t think Chandler cares too much about the derpface troll, Stephy. Chandler drags his opponent back to her feet again, if only to snap suplex her right back down again. But he keeps hold of her shorts, using them to drag Zellor up for a second snap suplex. And again, Chandler keeps hold, swivelling his hips as he regains his footing before hooking the leg for a swinging fisherman neckbreaker! He stands back up, placing one foot on Annie’s chest as he glares out of the ring at Jimmy Page. ONE! . . TWO! But Annie gets the shoulder up. Chandler returns his attention back to his opponent, stomping at Annie a few times before lifting her back to a vertical base. An Irish whip ensues, sending the former tag champion hurtling towards the corner; Scott follows close behind, delivering a lariat that nearly knocks Annie over the top rope, if not for Chandler keeping her in the ring. With his opponent in the corner, Chandler begins to unload with a series of lariats until the referee intervenes, pulling the World champion away. Once again, Chandler steps away from his opponent as Zellor collapses to her knees in the corner; his gaze going once again to Jimmy Page at ringside – but the number one contender is still sitting silently, motionless, staring a hole through the World champion. Chandler turns back to Annie, going to pick her up, but the youngster counters with a sitout jawbreaker! The crowd pop as Chandler falls back against the mat, allowing Zellor time to get to her feet. She sets off against the ropes, coming back in time for Chandler to have regained his vertical base, before Annie nails him with a spinning back heel kick. He’s dazed but remains standing as Zellor grabs him by the head and performs a sitout standing shiranui! She hooks the legs. ONE! . . TWO! Chandler kicks out as Zellor looks a little frustrated. The champion is quick back to his feet, however, but Annie stays on the attack, throwing some forearm strikes that don’t seem to be having much of an effect before she throws a straight right hook, pow right to the kisser! That one has Chandler reeling as Annie sets off against the ropes again, coming back with a picture perfect wheelbarrow bulldog – only for Chandler to reverse it! He pushes her away in midair, sending Zellor crashing fanny first to the canvas. She howls in pain upon impact, but cries out louder as Chandler follows it up with a soccer style kick to the spine. Kris Cruise: Ow, even I felt that one! Stephy Auger: Chandler Scott cutting off his opponent’s offense like we’ve seen him so many times before. Annie gets dragged back up to her feet by her hair, drawing an admonishment from the referee, but Chandler doesn’t care all that much. Another quick glance towards the commentary table and he sees Page still sitting there quietly, so Chandler executes a reverse suplex before rolling over into the cover. ONE! . . TWO! But Annie gets the shoulder up. Undeterred, Chandler gets her back onto her feet before whipping her towards the corner. Zellor hits the turnbuckle back first as Chandler follows her in again, nailing the youngster with a running back elbow to the jaw. Zellor staggers out of the corner, straight into a spinning spinebuster as the World champion violently drives her into the mat. A lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Kris Cruise: So close! Zellor gets the shoulder up at the last second as Chandler maintains his glare on Jimmy Page. Still, the number one contender remains motionless at ringside, staring upwards at the World champion as he has done so throughout the match thus far. Stephy Auger: Even I’m beginning to feel a little unsettled by the presence of Jimmy Page out here at ringside with us, Kris. He hasn’t moved all match, he hasn’t said anything. Kris Cruise: He’s just staring at Chandler Scott. Not even that, it’s like he’s staring through Chandler Scott. Growing steadily more angry, Chandler yanks his opponent back to her feet and promptly Irish whips her against the ropes. As Zellor bounces off the ropes, Chandler runs in, nailing her with a knee to the midsection that sends the former tag champ head over heels. She crashes to the mat but picks herself right back up, still holding her midsection as Chandler performs a tilt-a-whirl stomachbreaker, driving Annie gut first across his knee. She howls out in pain again as Chandler stands right back up, stomping at the torso of his prone opponent before spinning the heel on Annie’s face. The crowd boo and jeer, but Chandler pays them no mind, instead staring out at Jimmy Page for a brief moment. He picks Annie up again, sending her against the ropes with another Irish whip before executing a spinning sitout sleeper slam. He hooks the leg as he goes for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Stephy Auger: So close! And even Chandler is beginning to look a little frustrated now, Kris. Kris Cruise: He has to be beginning to wonder what he has to do to put Annie Zellor away. Chandler storms back to his feet, dragging Annie with him as he soon lifts her high up into the air for a suplex, holding her there with one arm as he points out to Jimmy Page. The challenger shifts in his seat as Chandler smirks to himself – but the smile fades instantly as Annie drops down the back, landing on her feet behind the champion. Chandler turns around and walks straight into the Sparkle Princess Special! Kris Cruise: Out of nowhere, Annie Zellor connects with the 540 kick! She collapses to the mat, followed close behind by Chandler Scott; both of them are down on the mat as the referee begins the count-out. Referee: “One! Two! Three! Four!” Annie begins to stir, dragging herself over towards the unconscious champion as she drapes an arm across his chest. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NOO! The crowd fall silent as Chandler throws the shoulder up at the last possible second. Annie looks up at the official in shock, but he holds up two fingers to indicate a two count. Undeterred, she crawls towards the ropes, using them to pick herself back up to her feet as Chandler does the same on the perpendicular side of the ring. He’s still a little dazed as he staggers around the ring, allowing Annie to catch him with a drop toe hold. He lands throat first across the middle rope as Annie pulls her patented #grrface, drawing a huge cheer from the crowd. She runs against the far ropes, coming back with a Rough n Tumble – NO! Chandler ducks out of the way as Annie misses the tiger feint kick. She slides through the ropes, landing on the apron as Chandler lunges towards her, only to get caught by a shoulder thrust to the gut. Annie springboards onto the top rope, catching Chandler with a double foot stomp to the back that sends him back down across the middle rope before Annie throws up the devil horns again. She runs against the ropes, coming back with another Rough n Tumble – NO! Chandler catches her legs this time. Kris Cruise: The champion had that one scouted. And Annie could be in trouble here. He drags her towards the center of the ring, shifting his grip around as he begins a big swing. Around and around, Chandler keeps going way beyond a regular big swing. Nearly a minute later and he’s still going before eventually tossing Annie across the ring. It takes a second for Chandler to recompose himself afterwards, but he stands with his hands clasped together, waiting for Annie to get back to her feet… Stephy Auger: Where’s he going? Jimmy Page has risen from his seat and grabbed the FGA World Championship title from the timekeeper before climbing up onto the apron. Jimmy Page: THIS BELONGS TO ME!!!! He screams, drawing Chandler’s attention. The champion charges over, but Jimmy drops from the apron unscathed. Chandler turns back around as he charges at Annie Zellor with a sloppy running Harvard Hammer. She ducks, but before anybody can do anything, Page is in the ring and he drills Chandler Scott square in the face with the title belt. The referee immediately calls for the bell as Jimmy rolls out under the bottom rope, clutching at the FGA World Championship as he makes his way back up the aisle. Jimmy Page: I’ve found you… Chandler is laid out in the ring as Annie drops to her knees to check on him. The crowd is in shock as they watch Jimmy Page holding the belt close to his chest; Chandler starts to stir in the ring, pushing Annie away as he looks angrily up the aisle to where Jimmy Page is escaping with his FGA World Championship title. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification … CHANDLER SCOTT! Kris Cruise: What just happened? The two men, Scott and Page, glare at one another from a distance as Page gives a mocking way goodbye before disappearing behind the curtain. You can almost see the steam coming out of Chandler Scott’s ears as he stands there, chest heaving, in sheer disbelief at what just occurred. Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page has stolen the FGA World Championship belt, Kris. Not only that, he interrupted this match. Kris Cruise: There’s going to be hell to pay for this, I just know it. Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page has his shot in four weeks time, but will he live that long? Kris Cruise: As long as Chandler doesn’t get his hands on him before then, he should do. Otherwise either tonight or maybe in Birmingham, Alabama in two weeks time, Jimmy Page is going to have to answer for what he did here. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:23:18 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage to where FGA Pride Champion, Dom Harter is standing with his belt slung over his shoulder. He's ready dressed in his ring attire, accompanied by that trademark crooked grin that has become so familiar over the years.
Dom Harter: We're just a few weeks away from myevent - the Gold Rush Rumble! And I won't keep anyone waiting any longer. You want to know if Dom Harter will be in it; you want to know if The Tenacious Little Bastard will be ready to win it for the third successive year. Well the answer to both of those questions is yes. I will be in the Gold Rush Rumble next month at Glory Road, and I will be ready to become the number one contender for the FGA World Championship. But before then, before I can do that, I have another problem to deal with. A little Briton who has grown too big for her britches. I mean, after all, you're the pure wrestler around these parts then, right, Mia?
He asks, discerningly, before chuckling to himself.
Dom Harter: Get a win over the likes of Jake Wylde or Noelle and suddenly you're getting cocky. A victory of sorts in that eight man tag match and you think you're on the up and up here. You're walking these halls with a swagger in your step, your chest stuck out with pride - or you're just making as much use of those bee stings you call boobs as you can. But that's fine by me, really it is. You see, I know I've taken up residence up there...
He taps the side of his head twice.
Dom Harter: ...I'm in your head already, so your confidence, your cockiness, your belief that you'll leave Shreveport tonight with my title. It all amuses me. I mean, tonight, I'm going to be the one to put on the wrestling clinic, Mia. Tonight I'm going to show you how it's done. And this little notion that you're the best pure wrestler around here, I'll throw that out the window. And you want to know the last time I wrestled a match without cheating or interference? I'll send you a copy of SCW's Jackpot pay-per-view, you can watch it while you're recovering from what I'm about to do to you tonight.
Dom winks at the camera.
Dom Harter: After you're done learning that Harter Hits Harder.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:23:35 GMT -5
Cordy Stevenson vs. Evangelista The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. During the first vocal line Evangelista emerges through the curtain slowly, with a focused look on her face. She closes her eyes for a second, then begins the walk to the ring, absently tagging outstretched hands while trying to psyche herself up for the task ahead. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Helens, England, weighing in at 133 pounds… she is “The Prodigal Daughter,” EVANGELISTA! After rolling under the bottom rope she crosses over to a corner and climbs up, posing for just a second before moonsaulting back down to the ring. She takes her corner and crosses herself, then begins shaking her limbs out in readiness for the coming match. Kris Cruise: We last saw Evangelista a few weeks ago in a winning effort against Mirage, can she keep her winning way going tonight? Stephy Auger: Some might say she’s got a tougher opponent tonight – the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner – Cordy Stevenson is certainly one of the toughest competitors in FGA today. Kris Cruise: And an odds on favorite to win the Gold Rush Rumble in a few weeks time… Stephy Auger: Well both of these women fall into that category, but a win tonight would give either woman a huge boost going into the Glory Road pay-per-view next month in Miami. The lights dim down and take on a purplish hue as a light smoky mist fills the entranceway. The opening chorus to “Skeletons” by Joe Budden begins to play throughout the arena as a shapely silhouette can be seen taking form in the mist. I got some skeletons locked in the closet (yeah, yeah) And I've been dyin', dyin' just to find an outlet And I'm hoping that no one finds out about it (yeah, yeah) Wishing maybe it'll disappear but I doubt it I doubt it As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson slowly emerges, removing her hoodie from her head. She comes to a stop, glancing around and taking in the reception before giving the crowd a warm smile. She rolls her neck around before bowing her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. A few seconds go by before she snaps her head up, whipping her hair back from in front of her face. Her eyes lock in on the ring and she marches towards it with a determined stride. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Freeport, Long Island, weighing in at 146 pounds… CORDY STEVENSON! Once she gets to the ring, she climbs up onto the apron and walks around the side, and towards the middle. She turns and faces her crowd, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in their reaction. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring and making her way over towards the opposite turnbuckle. She quickly hops up and holds her arms out, drawing a reaction from that side of the crowd as well. She unzips her hoodie and tosses it away before hopping down and making her way over to her corner as the music dies down. Kris Cruise: here we go! The bell sounds as both grapplers shake hands before circling the ring. They then inch towards each other before locking up. Both grapplers proceed to grapple for position until Cordy takes control with a side headlock. But Evangelista is quick to shove her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Evangelista knocks her down with a shoulderblock. She then runs into the ropes as Cordy gets back to a vertical base. When Evangelista comes back, she sends Cordy back down to the canvas with another running shoulderblock. She then takes off into another set of ropes as Cordy gets back up to her feet. When Evangelista comes back, Cordy leap frogs over her. Evangelista continues to run into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, Cordy goes for a hip toss. But Evangelista blocks it. So Cordy tries to muscle up Evangelista for another hip toss. But again, Evangelista blocks it. After a punch to the gut doubles over Evangelista, Cordy drapes her leg across the back of Evangelista’s neck and performs a backflip. Once Cordy lands on her feet, Evangelista brings her down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Cordy gets back up, but Evangelista sends her down with another arm drag. Cordy gets back to a vertical base, but Evangelista delivers another arm drag and quickly follows up with a shoulder lock. Stephy Auger: When it comes to technical wrestling in FGA, I can’t think of many better than Evangelista. Kris Cruise: I think even Cordy might be inclined to agree with you right now. The ref asks Cordy if she wants to give up, but Cordy declines by shaking her head. After battling her way back up to her feet, Evangelista gives her an arm wringer. Cordy can be seen cringing in pain. Evangelista takes her by the wrist and delivers another arm wringer. The ref checks in again, asking Cordy if she wants to give up. But just like last time, Cordy refuses to quit. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. Evangelista gets back up, but Cordy throws her down with a hip toss. Evangelista gets back to her feet, but Cordy throws her down with a side headlock takeover. Evangelista then quickly raises her legs and reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Cordy is quick to escape via kip up. Once both grapplers get back to a vertical base, Evangelista throws Cordy down with a side headlock takeover. Cordy then reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Evangelista is quick to escape via kip up. After both grapplers get back to a vertical base, Cordy throws down Evangelista with a side headlock takeover. Evangelista then counters into a leg scissors headlock. Cordy then tries to escape via kip up, but she’s unsuccessful. So she tries for another kip up, but again, she can’t escape. Evangelista keeps her legs locked together tight as the crowd cheers. Stephy Auger: Cordy’s going to have to change the game plan if she wants to win here. After shifting around on the canvas, Cordy turns over onto her knees. She then slowly slips out from between Evangelista’s legs before flipping over into a jackknife pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Evangelista bridges up, turns over and runs forward, ramming Cordy back-first into the corner. Kris Cruise: So close! Evangelista unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Cordy, whips her across the ring and follows her towards the opposite corner. But instead of crashing into the corner, Cordy uses the momentum to go for the Beautiful Nightmare. But Evangelista rolls underneath the springboard kick, causing Cordy to whiff. Once Cordy lands on her feet and turns around, Evangelista runs from out of the corner and brings her down with a Pinay Legsweep. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cordy kicks out. Stephy Auger: Nearly, but Cordy Stevenson holding on right there. Kris Cruise: Evangelista has come out fighting here tonight, Stephy. She recognizes the quality of her opponent and has stepped up her game. Evangelista picks up Cordy and connects with a Battlegrounds Uppercut, sending Cordy stumbling into the ropes. After marching across the ring, Evangelista takes Cordy and whips her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, Evangelista bends over to set up a back body drop. Cordy is able to counter with a sunset flip. But Evangelista rolls through it, gets to her feet and quickly follows up with a front dropkick to the face. She then sits up Cordy before running into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, she nails Cordy in the back of the head with Stevie G. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cordy gets her shoulder up. Stephy Auger: Another near fall from Evangelista. Evangelista picks up Cordy and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. But Cordy slips down from behind. After Cordy wraps her arms around her waist, Evangelista runs forward. She then hooks her arms under the top rope and jerks back, sending Cordy falling down to the canvas. After Cordy rolls back up to her feet, Evangelista runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Cordy ducks and runs into the ropes. When Evangelista turns around, she turns into a handspring enzuigiri to cheers from the crowd. Cordy makes the cover. Kris Cruise: What impact on that kick! Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . Evangelista kicks out. Cordy picks up Evangelista and whips her into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, Cordy brings her down with a drop toe hold. She quickly hops across Evangelista and applies a front facelock. Stephy Auger: Suddenly Cordy finds herself in control. What can she do here? Kris Cruise: There’s too many options, Stephy, I don’t know which to choose! The ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But Evangelista wags her finger, refusing to quit. After battling her way back to her feet, Evangelista grabs Cordy by one of her arms, slowly pries it from around her neck and reverses into an arm wringer to cheers from the crowd. Cordy then rolls forward, turns, cartwheels over, swats Evangelista’s hands from off her, kicks her in the midsection and follows up with a snap suplex. She turns over and makes the cover. Kris Cruise: Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . Evangelista kicks out. Stephy Auger: Evangelista kicking out in the nick of time. Cordy picks up Evangelista and goes for an irish whip. But Evangelista reverses, sending Cordy into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Cordy hangs onto the ropes. So Evangelista runs at her. But Cordy ducks and dumps Evangelista over the top rope… Stephy Auger: Wait a second… … but Evangelista lands on her feet on the apron. When Cordy turns around, she nails Evangelista with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. While Evangelista is doubled over, Cordy runs into the corner and plants her with a Triangle DDT to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: What a DDT! Cordy picks up Evangelista and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Evangelista gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: How did she kick out of that one?! Cordy sits up Evangelista and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Evangelista if she wants to give up. But Evangelista refuses to quit. So Cordy pulls back, applying more pressure. Evangelista begins to stir on the canvas. After slowly turning over onto her knees, she gets up to her feet. She then nails Cordy with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. While Cordy is doubled over, Evangelista runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Cordy knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Evangelista gets her shoulder up. Stephy Auger: So close! Cordy picks up Evangelista and whips her into the corner. She then runs across the ring and goes for a handspring back elbow. But Evangelista catches her in mid air, walks out of the corner and delivers a bridging german suplex to cheers and applause from the crowd. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cordy gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another near fall. I swear, either woman can win this match here, but it’s going to take something special. Evangelista picks up Cordy and connects with a Battlegrounds Uppercut, sending Cordy stumbling into the corner. After making her way into the corner, she takes Cordy and whips her into the opposite corner. Evangelista then runs across the ring, hops onto Cordy and monkey flips her out of the corner. As Cordy tries to get back up, Evangelista steps through the ropes and scales the turnbuckles. When Cordy gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Evangelista leaps off from the top turnbuckle and connects with a missile dropkick, sending Cordy stumbling back before falling to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. As Cordy gets up on the outside, Evangelista takes off into the ropes. When Cordy turns around, Evangelista leaps over the top rope, knocking her down with a tope con hilo as the crowd explodes in cheers. Stephy Auger: Evangelista goes airborne! Evangelista picks up Cordy and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling herself back in, Evangelista heads into the corner, scales the turnbuckles and connects with a moonsault to cheers from the crowd. She hooks the leg… ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Cordy gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: I thought that was it, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Two and a half. Evangelista picks up Cordy, doubles her over with a knee to the midsection and follows up with a bridging fisherman suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Cordy gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: How does she still have the strength to kick out? Evangelista picks up Cordy, nails her with three forearms strikes to the face, wrings her arm, doubles her over with another knee to the midsection and follows up with a bridging hammerlock suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Cordy gets her shoulder up. Evangelista picks up Cordy and whips her into the ropes. When Cordy comes back, she plants Evangelista with Head Over Heels to cheers and applause from the crowd. She makes the cover. Stephy Auger: Head Over Heels connects! Could this be it?! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Evangelista gets her shoulder up. Cordy picks up Evangelista and whips her into the ropes. When Evangelista comes back, Cordy knocks her down to one knee with a basement dropkick. Cordy quickly gets back to her feet, grabs Evangelista and plants her with a kneeling snap DDT. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Evangelista gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: So close again! Stephy Auger: Cordy must be wondering what she has to do to put Evangelista away right now. Kris Cruise: And I bet Evangelista is thinking exactly the same thing about Cordy. Cordy picks up Evangelista, lifts her up and throws her down with a gourdbuster. After Evangelista turns over onto her back, Cordy runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a rolling senton. After getting back to her feet, Cordy follows up with a moonsault double knee drop. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Evangelista gets her shoulder up. Cordy picks up Evangelista and slowly turns her around for the Deadly Seduction. But Evangelista breaks free. She quickly grabs Cordy from behind, setting up for another german suplex. But Cordy elbows Evangelista, performs a standing switch and follows up with a leaping reverse bulldog to cheers from the crowd. After both grapplers slowly get back to their feet, Cordy kicks Evangelista in the midsection and follows up with The Allure, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, CORDY STEVENSON! Stephy Auger: There we have it! After a hard fought contest, Cordy Stevenson has managed to pull off the victory here tonight. Kris Cruise: All credit in the world to Evangelista though, I haven’t seen Cordy Stevenson have to work that hard in the ring since her match against Jimmy Page back at Capital Combat. Stephy Auger: You’re probably right, Kris. But now Cordy has some momentum behind her ahead of the Gold Rush Rumble, do you see her winning it? Kris Cruise: She’s certainly one of my favorites, but I still think anybody could win it this year. “Skeletons” by Joe Budden is still playing throughout the arena as Cordy is celebrating on the turnbuckle, blowing kisses out to the fans. Behind her, Evangelista is just coming too – a disappointed look on her face as she pushes herself back to her feet. Cordy drops down off the turnbuckle to see her opponent standing there, so she extends the hand for a handshake. Only for a second, however, after which she decides that a hug is the better option. Both women embrace the other momentarily before Evangelista raises the victor’s hand. Stephy Auger: And a nice display of sportmanship here. Kris Cruise: Always good to see. But that means we have just one match left, Stephy. Up next is our main event! |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:24:01 GMT -5
In 1849, California Gold Rush era....
Treasure seekers the world over streamed to California looking for a quick fortune.
Just over 150 years later, Frontier Grappling Arts witnessed the event again.
This time, in Miami, Florida. Over 20 of FGA's grappler's will meet up in the ring for one night only.
It's a shot at glory.
It's a shot at gold.
There can only be one.
Saturday, May 16, 2015.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 18:24:22 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Dom Harter vs. Mia Scott Kris Cruise: Now it’s time for our main event of the evening. Four weeks ago in Charlotte the challenge was laid out by Dom Harter and Mia Scott stepped up. Stephy Auger: She certainly did. Now it’s her first FGA title shot since she got here last year, do you think she has what it takes to become the new Pride champion? Kris Cruise: When you factor in Dom’s record when it comes to defending titles, I really do, Stephy! The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd begin to boo. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, his gaudy leather with patches of studs and spiked shoulders proudly on display. The ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the boos and jeers that are coming from the fans here in Shreveport. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA Pride Championship! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 238 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… FGA Pride Champion! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard,” DOM HARTER! Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter taunts the fans, beckoning them to boo him further as he removes his leather jacket and the Believe t-shirt he wears underneath it. Stephy Auger: There’s the champion, full of confidence as usual. Kris Cruise: And here comes the challenger. There's a moment's pause as the lights go down in the arena, but no music starts playing. The fans murmur in confusion, the only light in the room trained on Dom Harter, who looks more irritated than anything by being made to wait. Kris Cruise: Okay...what's going on? Stephy Auger: We're obviously expecting the challenger for the Pride Title, Mia Scott, but...maybe technical diffi-- Stephy's cut off by the strobe lights pulsing in time with the intro to Alice in Chains' "Man in the Box." The music draws much more of Harter's attention, a scowl curling on the Pride Champion's face as he moves to the set of ropes facing the stage, staring up the ramp. Kris Cruise: What the...what does Malcolm Drake want with this matchup? Stephy Auger: I have no idea... As the song's intro hit it's crescendo, a figure in a black hoodie pushes through the curtain, notably...shorter and slimmer than Malcolm Drake... Stephy Auger: Is that...is that Mia Scott? Kris Cruise: I think so...what the hell is she doing? Stephy Auger: Well, turnabout is fair play; Dom tried to play with Mia's head back in Spartanburg with the crowbar and the Joker face paint...I guess this is Mia's answer to it. J.A. Aldridge: And his challenger, from Fulham, London, England! Weighing in at 126 pounds… MIA SCOTT! Mia pushes her hood off, making a beeline for the ring, for maybe the first time in her FGA career NOT acknowledging the fans. Instead, she just moves around from the set of ropes Harter's currently taking up, sliding into the ring and moving into the corner, letting her hair hang in her face as she stares, expressionless, at her opponent. Harter, now past the initial shock, smirks toward the English woman, mouthing "that's all you've got?" as he holds the Pride Title over his head. Mia doesn't even flinch, just looking at Harter. Harter, whilst glaring at Mia with a wicked grin on his face, hands the belt to the ref, but before the bell rings, the lights go out again. Stephy Auger: And it looks like the mind games have worked, Kris. Did you see the look on Dom’s face? The bell sounds as ref calls for both grapplers to shake hands to start off the match. After Harter and Mia make their way towards the center of the ring, Harter extends his hand with a smirk planted on his face. The crowd boos, knowing full well that this “show of respect” is disingenuous. Mia, not wanting to get docked a rope break, reluctantly shakes Harter’s hand. But as she turns to walk away, Harter yanks her towards him. Harter then stares her in the eyes as Mia yanks her hand free after a bit of a struggle. The two grapplers then begin to circle the ring. They go to inch towards the center of the ring when…the lights go out again. Kris Cruise: What now!? Again, Alice in Chains' "Man in the Box" starts to play, getting an annoyed, slow head turn from the champion. This time, though, it really is Malcolm Drake who pushes through the curtain and storms down to the ring. While Harter is distracted, Mia runs up behind him and rolls him up in a school boy to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: She’s taken him by surprise, could we see a three count here? ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Stephy Auger: Not quite, but wait… When both grapplers get back to their feet, Mia quickly rolls him up in a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. After both grapplers get back to a vertical base, Harter rakes her across the eyes to boos from the crowd. After a kick to the midsection, he lifts Mia up for a vertical suplex. But Mia slips down from behind and rolls him up. She then bridges back into a prawn hold. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. After both grapplers get back up to their feet, Harter throws out a wild haymaker. But Mia ducks and counters by trying to bring him down with a back slide. The crowd cheers as Mia grits her teeth, trying her hardest to bring Harter down. Harter, meanwhile, shakes his head in denial as he’s slowly lowered down to the mat. Stephy Auger: Mia Scott is taking the fight to the champion here in the early goings! Kris Cruise: Harter looks like he’s miles away right now, his head certainly isn’t in this match! ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. After Harter gets up on one knee, he tries to rise to his feet. But Mia quickly darts over and catches him with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Harter gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. Kris Cruise: So close! Mia picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But a groggy Harter reverses, sending Mia into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. But Mia counters with the Circle Line, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! MIA SCOTT - 1
DOM HARTER - 0 Stephy Auger: She did it! Mia Scott has gained the first fall here tonight. Kris Cruise: And so quickly. If Dom doesn’t change something soon, he’s going to lose this title right here. A smirk appears across Drake’s face as Mia gets up and shakes her fist in excitement. As the mandatory 30 second rest period ends, the bell sounds. Harter, who is trying to shake out the cobwebs, slowly gets up on one knee. Mia sees this, so she runs over with the intention of delivering the Shining Triangle. But Harter sees it coming and quickly rolls to the outside, causing the crowd to erupt in boos. Kris Cruise: He avoids that one. While Harter is on the outside, Mia rolls to the outside and tries to grab him from behind. But it was all a trap as Harter elbows her in the face. He then takes Mia and repeatedly rams her back-first against the side of the ring. After a scoop slam to the floor, Harter picks up Mia and whips her hard into the ring post. The crowd boos as Mia’s face smacks against the ring post before she drops to the floor. Stephy Auger: Ouch, I think the vicious streak of Dom Harter is beginning to show here. Harter goes over and puts the boots to her. He then drops down to his knees, grabs two handfuls of her hair and repeatedly rams the back of her head against the floor. Kris Cruise: You weren’t kidding; I think we might see a second fall as soon as the first one if he keeps this up. Harter, while still having Mia’s long locks in his hands, yanks her back up to her feet. He then runs before launching her down ringside. The crowd boos as Mia lays stretched out in pain. As Mia slowly gets back up to her feet, Harter charges over full steam ahead. He then lunges forward with a double knee strike, sending Mia flying back into the ring steps. The crowd boos as Mia lays in agony on the floor. Stephy Auger: That one had to hurt, Kris. And what was Harter saying earlier about playing fair? Kris Cruise: Was that the same interview when he implied Mia would be on the shelf after this match? Because I think he’s trying that. Harter picks up Mia, lifts her up in the bear hug position and rams her back-first into the corner. He then takes Mia and rolls her back into the ring. Once he rolls himself back in, he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Kris Cruise: She kicks out somehow! Mia gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Harter does a double take before looking at the ref. The ref nods, acknowledging that Mia did get her shoulder up in time. A scowl forms on Harter’s face as he looks back down at his challenger. Stephy Auger: And the champion does not look happy. Harter picks up Mia and whips her into the corner. He then charges across the ring, but Mia nails him with a boot to the face. As Harter stumbles back, Mia runs from out of the corner. But she runs right into a sitout spinebuster to boos from the crowd. Harter turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up. Harter then smacks the canvas out of frustration. Kris Cruise: Another near fall from Harter. As Harter slowly pulls up Mia, he looks over and sees Drake peering through the ropes at him. After turning back to Mia, Harter unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes to the face. He then takes his challenger and whips her into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Harter throws her down with a powerslam. The crowd boos as he hooks the leg. Stephy Auger: What a powerslam. Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Mia Scott expending more and more energy each time she has to kick out. If she isn’t careful she’s going to get worn out. Mia is picked up and whipped back into the corner. After sizing her up, Harter runs back across the ring and connects with a double knee strike in the corner. The crowd boos as Mia crumbles from out of the corner and falls to the canvas. Harter then heads over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up. Harter puts his hands on his hips and mutters something to himself. Harter picks up Mia and goes for an Irish whip. But Mia reverses, sending him into the ropes. As Harter comes back, Drake trips him up to cheers from the crowd. Harter then turns back around, runs over and kicks the bottom rope out of anger, forcing Drake to take a step back. Stephy Auger: Good thing the referee didn’t see that, otherwise that would have been a disqualification right there. While Harter berates his former idol, Mia runs up from behind and connects with a standing dropkick, sending Harter over the top rope and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Mia Scott from behind! While Harter is on the floor, the ref starts his count… ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Drake makes his way over towards Harter. The ref scolds Drake, telling him not to get involved. But Drake innocently puts his arms in the air. He then quickly reaches down, grabs Harter and rolls him back into the ring. He then looks back at the ref and puts his hand innocently back in the air before motioning towards Harter. Stephy Auger: Malcolm Drake making his presence known here in this match. Kris Cruise: That time he was just helping the match continue. Back in the ring, Mia picks up Harter, brings him into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Harter around, Mia clutches him by the back of the neck with both hands and delivers a series of Muay Thai Knees. She then takes Harter and whips him into the opposite corner. Mia charges across the ring. But Harter nails her with an elbow to the face, resulting in boos from the crowd. As Mia staggers back, Harter runs from out of the corner and sends spit flying out of her mouth with a yakuza kick that flattens her upon impact. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. Kris Cruise: What a kick! Could this be it? ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Not quite! Harter picks up Mia, wrings her arm and then throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Mia ducks and counters with an inverted DDT to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Mia picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Mia into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Harter throws her down with an overhead belly to belly suplex to boos from the crowd. Harter crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. After slapping the canvas in anger, Harter yanks up Mia, knees her in the midsection and then plants her with Spin The Black Circle. The crowd boos as Harter turns Mia over. But instead of making the cover, he sits Mia up and applies Futility. Kris Cruise: Futility locked in! That move has earned Harter some big victories in the past, could he earn a submission here? Stephy Auger: She has to try and get near the ropes, Kris. A big grin forms on Harter’s face as he locks in his submission maneuver. Mia tries to escape. But she’s barely still in the match after getting dropped with Spin The Black Circle. As she begins to fade, her arm movement gets slower and slower. The ref asks Mia if she wants to give up. But Mia doesn’t respond. After a few seconds, the ref asks Mia if she wants to give up. But again, Mia doesn’t respond. So the ref raises her arm and let’s it go. The arm falls, causing the crowd to boo. The ref raises Mia’s arm and let’s go. It falls back down again. The crowd boos as Harter begins to heckle the fans. Stephy Auger: I have a bad feeling about this… The ref raises Mia’s arm a third time. It begins to fall. But then stops, causing Harter’s face to almost turn white. Kris Cruise: She’s still in this! Mia Scott is fighting through the hold and listen to these fans! The crowd begins to stomp their feet, trying to rally behind Mia. On the outside, Drake begins to time his slaps on the apron in unison with the stomps from the crowd. Harter turns over towards Drake and yells at him to stop it. Stephy Auger: Dom should focus on Mia Scott and not on Drake. Mia begins to shake her fist as she feeds off the energy of the crowd. She reaches up, grabs Harter by his fauxhawk and pulls his head down. She then lifts up her leg and repeatedly knees him in the face until Harter lets go. After both grapplers slowly get back to a vertical base, Harter runs over and throws out a lariat. But Mia ducks. When Harter turns around, Mia delivers a spinning back kick to the midsection, doubling him over. After a snapmare takeover, Mia follows up with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: So close! Stephy Auger: Mia has her second wind, and Harter could be in trouble here. Mia picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Mia into the corner. Harter then runs across the ring. But Mia steps out, grabs him and delivers a reverse STO into the turnbuckle to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Harter gets his shoulder up, causing the crowd to groan. Stephy Auger: I thought that was it, Kris. His head hit that turnbuckle with such force. Mia picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Mia into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Harter scoops her up across his shoulders. He goes to set up for a Samoan Driver. But Mia slips down from behind, turns Harter around and drops him with the Royal Treatment to cheers from the crowd. Mia turns Harter over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Harter gets his shoulder up. The crowd sighs and boos. Kris Cruise: I don’t know how Dom kicked out of that! Stephy Auger: I don’t think Mia does either. Mia picks up Harter, hooks his arms and plants him with a double underhook snap DDT, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. Stephy Auger: This is it, surely. As Mia picks up Harter, Harter purposely shoves her into the ref, causing Mia to knock him down. While Mia checks on the ref, Harter rolls to the outside, marches over towards the timekeeper’s table and swipes up his Pride Championship belt. Kris Cruise: What’s he doing? Dom Harter has his title belt in hand. After Harter rolls back into the ring, he clutches the championship in his hand. When Mia turns around, Harter clobbers her with the championship to an eruption of boos. The ref sees what happened and calls for the bell. Stephy Auger: A disqualification? Harter just cost himself the second fall and even Malcolm Drake looks disappointed in this ending, Kris. Kris Cruise: He’s not the only one. The fans here in Shreveport don’t like it either. The crowd begins to berate Harter as he exits the ring. The two former Murder members exchange dirty looks as Harter retreats up the aisle with belt in tow. Back in the ring, the ref converses with ring announcer J.A. Aldridge. Once Aldridge gets the official decision, he relays the message to the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall is MIA SCOTT! A loud cheer can be heard throughout the arenas as the referee and Malcolm Drake help Mia back to her feet, raising her hand in victory. J.A. Aldridge: Therefore, the winner of this match, two falls to zero, is MIA SCOTT! Stephy Auger: Dom Harter just cost himself the match, and the title… J.A. Aldridge: However, since championships cannot change hands via count out or disqualification, Dom Harter is STILL the FGA Pride Champion! Kris Cruise: What?! Mia and Malcolm look to the official in shock and disappointment; the crowd are booing loudly as, at the top of the aisle, Dom Harter turns back to look at the ring and two of the people in it. Drake is staring at him with more than a hint of anger flaring in those eyes of his. Mia, however, is now wearing a crimson mask after the belt shot. Her own blood covering almost every inch of her face as she glares menacingly up the aisle at the Pride Champion. Dom's scowl quickly fades, turning into a smirk as he spots the blood - he left in quite a hurry - and he raises the belt high above his head. Garbage begins to rain down on him from the fans, candy wrappers and empty soda cups from nearest him – a half full Pepsi hitting him on the chest – but none of it seems to bother Harter as he continues staring down the aisle. Kris Cruise: Did you see his expression change when he saw the blood, Stephy? Stephy Auger: He might have got himself disqualified when the going got tough, but Dom Harter seems content to still be a champion - and to have busted open Mia Scott! What a despicable human being. Kris Cruise: Do you think he knew he'd retain by disqualification or did that not factor into it? Stephy Auger: I'm not too sure right now, Kris. Kris Cruise: Either way, Mia Scott just got robbed here! She should be the new FGA Pride Champion and there’s not doubt about that. Stephy Auger: I’m not arguing with you. She bested Dom Harter tonight, but the rules mean that he is still the Pride champion. But that’s all we have time for tonight, thank you for joining us, good night! Fade out. |
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