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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:23:27 GMT -5
Dark Match
Camellia D. Magna vs. 'Terrific' Terrence Tillman The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring momentarily. The Irvine fans not giving Camellia D. Magna the warmest of receptions after her actions on the last show, but not that she minds. She comes forward to lock up collar and elbow with Tillman, who manages to overpower her. The Lions Den wrestler pushes Magna back against the ropes as the referee calls for a break; Tillman, ever the respectful competitor, backs off a step – only to find himself on the receiving end of a foot stomp. Followed by a couple of forearm shots to the face. Tillman is reeling from the shots, staggering backwards as Cami bounces off the ropes for momentum. She throws herself up into the air, performing a headscissors takedown that sends Terrence sprawling across the ring. He rolls out under the bottom rope, pulling himsefl back to a vertical base on the ring apron as Cami approaches. Tillman thrusts himself through the ropes, catching Magna with a shoulder to the gut. She staggers back, allowing Tillman the opportunity to springboard into the ring with an arm drag takedown! Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Magna charges at her opponent, right into a clothesline! She gets right back up and charges again, and again she gets knocked down by a clothesline. As she picks herself up a third time, Tillman catches her with a scoop slam. Quickly followed by a leg drop as he goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! But Cami kicks out. Tillman lifts his opponent back to her feet and, with an Irish whip, sends her running towards the corner. He follows her in with a running splash, crushing the Southern belle against the turnbuckle. The fans cheer as Terrence uses his strength to lift Cami high up in the air with a vertical suplex, holding her there for a few seconds before bringing her down with a brainbuster. The LDFC wrestler can’t believe his luck as he pops back up to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. No pin attempt this time, though, as Tillman lifts his opponent back to her feet. He sets Cami in the corner and unleashes a series of chops to the chest as the crowd “whoo” along with each one. An Irish whip follows as Cami is sent from pillar to post. Terrence charges in after her – right into the raised boot to the face! The rookie staggers as Cami composes herself, propping herself up on the middle rope as she leaps off – only to get caught in midair by a dropkick to the midsection! Another cover from Tillman! ONE! . . TWO! Magna gets the shoulder up. Tillman looks a little shocked, but continues undeterred. He drags Cami back to her feet again before going for the Irish whip. Cami bounces off the ropes as Terrence lowers his head for the back body drop. It’s scouted with ease as Cami counters with a boot to the face! Followed by some shoot kicks to the chest, but Tillman catches one. Cami pleads with him as he keeps hold of her boot, but it’s just a ploy as she leaps up with an enzuigiri! Terrence falls to one knee, stunned after the kick to the back of the head as Magna scrambles back to her feet. She goes against the ropes for momentum, coming with a running dropkick to the face before popping up for a standing moonsault. And the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Terrence throws the shoulder up at the last second. Cami looks to the referee in anger, the frustration evident on her face as Tillman pushes himself back up to all fours. A swift boot to the ribs finds its mark. As does the second one. Magna delivers a third kick before going against the ropes – but Tillman catches her with a rising clothesline! Cami flips through the air, crashing to the mat as Tillman stands back up. He can obviously feel the adrenaline surging through his body as he looks towards the corner. He steps out onto the apron and begins scaling the turnbuckle, quickly making it to the top rope before leaping with a 450 splash! NO! Magna rolls out the way as Terrence Tillman crashes and burns. He howls out in pain, kneeling, clutching his midsection in agony as Magna goes against the ropes. She handsprings across the ring, catching her opponent with a spinning back elbow before following it up with a spinning high kick! The Crown of Thorns connects as Magna grabs a handful of tights. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! Winner: Camellia D. Magna |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:24:57 GMT -5
Dark Match
Seth Lawless vs. Valcone The bell sounds as Seth Lawless goes to lock up with Valcone, but Valcone reacts with a kick to Seth’s midsection. Valcone grabs a hold of Seth’s head and smashes his face against the turnbuckle over and over again, yelling out ‘UGLY’ after each blow. Once Valcone was done, he spins Lawless around and starts driving his shoulder into Lawless’ midsection repeatedly. Valcone pulls Seth out of the corner and goes for a short-arm clothesline, but Lawless ducks underneath the clothesline attempt, stands behind Valcone, and German suplexes him across the ring! Lawless doesn’t let up on the former Prince MacRear, grabbing him his head to rip him back to his feet. With Valcone up, Lawless bounces off the ropes and connects with a HUGE lariat on the rebound! Lawless doesn’t waste any time and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Lawless mounts over top of Valcone and starts punching away at his face. Valcone tried to cover himself up, but Lawless keeps connecting with rights and lefts to the face. Once he was done, Lawless scrambles up to his feet and starts stomping away at the downed Valcone, not stopping until the referee steps in to pull Lawless away. The referee warns Lawless, keeping his attention long enough for Valcone to scramble up to his feet, charge at Lawless and connect with a running dropkick to the face! Lawless slides all the way out of the ring, Valcone immediately sliding out with him. Valcone waits for Lawless to stand up, and once he does, Valcone grabs Lawless by the head and throws him head first into the steel steps on the outside! Valcone slides into the ring to break the referee’s ten count, but slides right back out. He moves over toward Lawless and starts stomping away at his midsection, lifting him up afterward to setup for a DDT. Valcone wraps his arm around Lawless’ head, but Lawless pushes Valcone back, wraps his arms around MacRear’s waist, and executes a belly to belly suplex right into the steel steps! Valcone clutches his back, clearly in pain, but Lawless lifts Valcone up and slides him into the ring. Valcone remains down as Lawless climbs up to the rope, and hits a big splash on Valcone! Lawless makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Valcone kicks out again, but Lawless was right there to lock in a quick sleeper. Lawless tried to synch in the pressure, but Valcone manages to push himself up to his feet. Valcone hits Lawless with a couple of stiff elbows to the gut to break the hold, spins Lawless around, and executes a beautiful half-nelson suplex! Valcone bounces off the ropes, jumps in the air, and stomps right down on Lawless’ midsection! Valcone makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Valcone immediately wraps his arms around Lawless’ head and starts punching away with rights and lefts. Valcone pushes himself up to his feet and rips Lawless up with him. Valcone sends Lawless into the corner with a hard Irish whip and charges forward, connecting with double knees to the chest! Lawless falls right down, allowing Valcone to leap up into the air to connect with a high-arc knee to the back of Lawless’ head! Instead of going for the pin, Valcone spins Lawless onto his back and starts clawing at his opponent's face! The referee steps in and pulls Valcone away, but Valcone pushes himself away and goes right back to clawing at Lawless’ face. Valcone finally pulls Lawless up to his feet and drives knees repeatedly into his face. Once he was through, Valcone throws Lawless’s arm over his head, grabs his leg, and executes a picture perfect release fisherman suplex right in the middle of the ring. Valcone rolls out onto the apron and pushes himself up to his feet. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle, but Lawless scrambles up to his feet, runs toward the corner, and climbs up the turnbuckles with Valcone! Lawless hits Valcone with a headbutt, locks his arms around his waist, and executes a super belly to belly suplex from the top! Lawless crawls toward Valcone and makes the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR--KICKOUT! Valcone somehow gets his shoulder up before the referee’s hand came down for the three. Lawless looks stunned by Valcone’s kickout, but quickly goes right back to his attack. Lawless points at the corner and calls for his trademark turnbuckle DDT, but as soon as he lifts Valcone up, Valcone reaches his hands toward Lawless’ face and rakes the eyes! With Lawless temporarily blinded, Valcone shoots in, kicks Lawless in the midsection, and follows it up with a big brainbuster! Valcone crawls toward Lawless and drapes his arm across Lawless’ chest to make the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR--KICKOUT! Another kickout by Lawless! Both men were obviously gassed from the back and forth action throughout the contest, neither competitor in a rush to stand up and fight. After a few seconds, both men will their way back to their feet and step toward the middle of the ring. Lawless connects with a big right hand to Valcone’s face! Valcone stumbles back, but comes right back at Lawless with a left haymaker of his own! Lawless falls back against ropes, bounces back, and nearly decapitates Valcone with a big lariat! Lawless immediately picks Valcone up to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and delivers a big sit-out facebuster! Valcone was down and looks to be out, Lawless turning Valcone onto his back to make the cover.. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRRR-NO!!! Valcone gets his foot on the rope at the last possible moment! Lawless can’t believe it, yelling over at the referee to count faster. Lawless grabs Valcone by his mask and tries to rip it off his face, but Valcone kicks his feet and gets Lawless to move away. Valcone immediately slides out of the ring and adjusts his mask, not realizing that Seth Lawless was climbing up to the top rope! Lawless waits for Valcone to look at him before he leaps off the top rope with a cross body… … but Valcone sidesteps out of the way! Seth lands hard on the thin protective mat outside the ring, Valcone immediately pulling Lawless up to his feet. Valcone pokes Lawless in the eyes, and then delivers a reverse STO directly into the edge of the ring apron! Valcone throws Lawless into the ring before he could fall and crawls in after him. Valcone lifts Lawless up, sets him in between his legs, and executes the “Facial” front pancake slam! Valcone spins Lawless onto his back and makes the cover.. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRRRRRRRR-KICKOUT! Seth Lawless just gets his shoulder up! Valcone can’t believe it, immediately turning his attention to the referee. Valcone screams in the referee’s face, then falls to the mat and starts slapping his hands off canvas like a child. Once he was finished, Valcone turns his attention to a slowly recovering Seth Lawless. Valcone waits for Lawless to stand up, and when he does, Valcone goes for a half-nelson suplex, but Seth spins out of it, and connects with a release German suplex of his own! Valcone gets folded up like an accordion as Lawless gets back to his feet. His chest heaving as he parades around the ring, mocking Valcone before rubbing the sole of his boot against the LDFC wrestler's face. Lawless drags his opponent back to his feet and lifts Valcone high into the air for a vertical suplex - NO! Valcone slips down the back and grabs both of Seth's arms, spinning him around before planting Lawless face first into the mat: DESPICABLE YOU! And the cover by Valcone! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! Winner: Valcone |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -5
Card for 7/25/15
From the Bren Events Center
Irvine, CA
The feed pans around the Bren Events Center, displaying footage of the ever enthusiastic crowd as it highlights signs and various fanfare. After a brief moment of anticipation, "Voodoo Child" (Jimi Hendrix" Cover) by Brick + Mortar suddenly rumbles onto the P.A. system to greet those in attendance. Almost on cue, the crowd reacts with a good amount of boos and jeers as the curtains slowly begin to sway. Stepping from behind them in his usual dapper form, is none other than the British Mamba himself - Johnny Cannon. On this particular Saturday, the Englishman is dressed in his Sunday’s best; a grey two-button “Soho” style suit from Paul Smith, handcrafted in Italy, along with a Byard shirt, silk tie and black leather oxfords with polished toecaps - all of which are perfectly tailored to his measurements. The sophisticated wardrobe is accompanied by a Citizen’s Eco Drive watch, and black flat top SUPER sunglasses that complete his dashing ensemble. Behind him as always is his manager and confidant, Quinn Goodrich who dawns a fine tailored three piece as well. "well i stand up next to a mountain
well i stand up next to a mountain
well i pick up all the pieces
maybe even make
maybe make a little sense"
Kris Cruise: Folks thank you for joining us tonight for All Star Showdown IV, and more importantly a night that should be one of the best events in company history, headlined by a Main Event World Title Match between Chandler Scott and Cordy Stevenson. Stephy Auger: But it looks like we’re kicking things off with these two. One can only imagine what they’ve got to say. Jonny Cannon smiles his usual cocksure grin as he stands at the top of the aisle posing with the British ‘V’ salute, drawing more of the crowd’s scorn. Goodrich applauds him in the background, whilst he edges on the audience with his usual shenanigans. The two sharp dressed men finally begin their strut down to ringside; The British Mamba walks with his shoulders and arms swaying, as he holds his head high with utmost pride. Upon reaching the stairs, Cannon ascends them in a slow, rhythmical fashion, proceeding to wipe his feet along the ring apron once he reaches the top before entering the ring. Goodrich follows suit, and with a microphone already in hand he saunters into the middle of the squared circle, waiting for the crowd to die down and the music to fade before addressing the masses. Quinn Goodrich: Ladies and Gentleman, for those of you who do not know who I am or who I represent, please allow me this time to formally introduce myself. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the personal, and professional advocate to this man. The camera focuses on the British Mamba, who stands with his hands tucked in his pockets, quietly and calmly staring forward while QC begins to sing his praises. Quinn Goodrich: And this is a man who has been around the block and is well clued up about the ins and outs of this business. Two weeks ago in San Jose, well my client reminded you all of that. From day one my client has made it clear about what brought him to Frontier Grappling Arts, and last fortnight he did the exact same thing but of course, majority of you have proven to be quite cloth-eared and so, you had to be shown. And with your eyes you saw just a glimpse of my client’s capabilities, and a glimpse of his talent - all of which was on full display as my client went about his business by proving to the world just how common as muck that complete and utter twat Johnny Karma is because that’s what a man is supposed to do. When he says something, he does it. And my client always makes good on his promises. Goodrich pauses for a moment, whilst Cannon nods his head to echo his manager’s sentiment. Quinn Goodrich: And two weeks ago my client promised to outwrestle, and outclass Johnny Karma. And did he not? Did my client not leave Johnny Karma lying unconscious in the middle of the ring? Johnny Karma can make all the ridiculous statements, and come up with all the excuses he wants over social media, all that just goes to show how he’s truly dead up from the neck up. The fact of the matter is that none of his nonsense changes anything. It doesn’t change the fact that my client DOMINATED… DISMANTLED… and DISMEMBERED HIM! My client stepped INTO the City National Civic, and then he commenced to step ALL OVER Johnny Karma. My client CHEWED Johnny Karma up and then he SPIT him out like TOBACCO! My client didn’t just RING Johnny Karma’s bell two weeks ago, he beat TEN bells out of him! My client put Johnny Karma DOWN... then he picked him back up just to put him DOWN AGAIN! And when Johnny Karma couldn’t take anymore… my client KICKED HIS BLOODY HEAD OFF! Goodrich stares out into the audience, listening as the crowd becomes restless and tired of hearing the Brit bombast. Quinn Goodrich: Two weeks ago my client took a man who couldn’t wrestle his way out of a paper bag and carried him to twenty minutes of greatness because that’s what he’s capable of. My client has that ability - the ability to take on a former Pride Champion, or even one of you schmucks sitting in the cheap seats and put on an instant classic. And nobody else in this company, or this business can do that. And that’s what sets my client apart from the rest, and why it’s nothing but rubbish when everyone else claims to be the best in the game today, but nothing but cold hard facts when he makes that same claim because he is. He is everything he is billed to be, and he will continue to be that because of one reason and one reason alone. The strapping Englishman removes his SUPER sunglasses, tucking them on the collar of his shirt as he takes the mic from Goodrich. Johnny Cannon: Because I’m Johnny Cannon, and I’m a real man. The crowd boos as The British Mamba glares into the camera. Johnny Cannon: And you people can boo all you want, it only proves my point, because if you had any class or common sense you’d know how to conduct yourself when you’re in the presence of a real man. But instead, you choose to be disrespectful because that’s all you know. But it’s not your fault. You were raised with no values in fatherless homes, by your mother who was shagging every Average Joe in the neighborhood, condemning you to a middling life where you spend your twenties and thirties working for forty hours a week between two terrible jobs, barely earning minimum wage whilst you live from check to check to maintain your pitiful existence - an existence that you desperately try to vindicate by spending your hard earned cash flipping burgers and selling tennis shoes to purchase your tickets to tonight's Supershow just so can you live vicariously through me. But you can’t touch me. Nobody can! Goodrich yells “That’s Right!” to the crowd, further drawing their ire as Cannon presses on. Johnny Cannon: But not for a lack of trying anyway. Johnny Karma tried to touch the stars and reach the constellations, but two weeks ago I showed him that he was light years away from doing that by doing exactly what I said I was going to do. I knocked him out. One clean shot right to the temple left him sleeping like a baby. Yet, somehow I’m the one who was given the night off while he’s scheduled to compete against Fujiko Mine later tonight for an opportunity to challenge for the Pride Championship, and that bothers me. It bothers me because I was under the impression that this company valued professionalism and rewarded good wrestling NOT ineptitude and futility. And if that’s the case, it should be me in that number one contender’s match. Hell, based on my credentials, the accomplishments I’ve amassed in this industry over the last two years and on my name value alone I shouldn’t even have to earn that contendership status, it should be GIVEN to me. In fact, if the powers that be knew what they were doing, they’d allow me to replace Tony Carmine in tonight’s title bout, pitting me against Mia Scott and giving the world a contest for the ages in the process. The British Mamba shakes his head in frustration. Johnny Cannon: But instead, lesser individuals have been allowed to sit at the table while someone of my stature has been forced to watch from the outside. And that is what’s wrong with FGA's current product. That type of thinking, that sort of business sense is counterproductive, especially with a TV deal on the horizon. For FGA to be considered as the top promotion in the world, it has to change it’s way of doing business, by doing what’s best for business, and that’s putting the company on the shoulders of the best in the business, and you’re looking at that man. You’re looking at a man who has the skills, ambition, and intangibles necessary to take FGA to the next level, and that’s exactly what I plan to do. I’m here to redefine wrestling in Frontier Grappling Arts because the current definition is merely an imitation of the sport. The locker room is filled with a bunch of actors who are merely portraying roles, and instagram models who belong on runways. They’re not real men. They’re not real wrestlers. They’re gimmicks and hacks, but until tonight you had no choice but to accept garbage as gold. The ravishing Englishman opens his suit jacket, beginning to get hot under the collar as he peers out into the crowd. Johnny Cannon: But now, now you’ve been provided with that other alternative. Now you’ve been given a man who lives and breathes wrestling. A man who has honed his skills by beating the best of the best from all over the world. A man who looks like what a wrestler should look like, who dresses how a wrestler should dress, and who talks like how a wrestler should talk. That’s because I’m the last of a dying breed of professional wrestlers and FGA, don’t you think it’s time that the Pride Division was represented by an actual wrestler? I think so. That’s why I’m out here. I’m here to tell Johnny Karma, Fujiko Mine, Tony Carmine and Mia Scott that their time of making a mockery of real wrestlers is over... that their time of hogging the spotlight from real wrestlers is through… that their time of pretending to be real wrestlers is UP! The Brit looks down at his Citizen’s Eco Drive watch, before his vision turns to the camera. Johnny Cannon: But my time, the time of the last real man, and the last real wrestler is just about to begin. Cannon drops the mic abruptly, and tosses up the ‘V’ salute to a chorus of boos, as “Voodoo Child” hits the P.A. system again. After a few seconds the feed shoots to the commentary table. Kris Cruise: I believe Johnny Cannon just laid down the proverbial gauntlet, Steph. He’s made it very clear - he wants the Pride Championship. Stephy Auger: He’s got some competition for that belt, Kris. All those names he just mentioned, along with names like Evangelista, and Jason Orion. Kris Cruise: I guess it’s safe to say the heat has been turned up in a division that was already on fire. Stephy Auger: And speaking of Jason Orion and Evangelista, we’re scheduled to kick things off with a match between those two momentarily. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:30:12 GMT -5
Jason Orion vs. Evangelista J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! The drums of The Beatles' "Everybody's Got Something To Hide (Except For Me And My Monkey)" begin to play, drawing a cheer from the crowd. Stephy Auger: It's time for our opening contest! No titles on the line, no bad blood; this one's about a shared desire to make a statement and put on a five star classic. Jason Orion comes out of the tunnel with Spot Monkey across his shoulders as always. As the lyrics to the song kick in, he begins to run down the aisle, slapping hands. Once at ringside, he takes a moment to hand Spot Monkey over to a ring technician, on his leash, before vaulting over the top rope onto the centre of the ring. J.A. Aldridge: From Gary, Indiana, weighing 150 pounds - JASON! ORION! Stephy Auger: A young man who impresses every time we see him, especially in Gold Rush where he saved himself from elimination with an incredible leap right across the ringside area. But unfortunately he has an average win-loss record to show for it. Kris Cruise: Really highlighted at our show in San Jose, where he absolutely dominated Misha Cavallari for much of their match, but he left without the W as he made one simple mistake and paid the price for it. As Jason warms up, The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent... 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. Kris Cruise: Our Gold Rush Ironwoman, and what a showing that was, doubling the standing record. But since then she's had two matches in a row end in frustrating no-contests, first a Pride rules clinic against Mia Scott that got thrown out when Tony Carmine attacked them both, and then a Gold Rush all-stars showcase against the man with the most eliminations record, Zero McHannon - which unfortunately ended in a double countout thanks to the actions of Jimmy Page earlier that night! 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. J.A. Aldridge: From St Helens, England, weighing 133 pounds... EVANGELISTA! The fans cheer in anticipation as Orion and Evangelista meet in the centre of the ring. The opponents exchange warm smiles and a firm, respectful handshake. The bell rings... and their hands are still clasped together. The smiles remain, but their eyes scan each other for the telltale signals that someone's going to take advantage of this situation. Slowly, simultaneously, they break the handshake apart and take a couple of steps back from each other and begin to circle. Stephy Auger: Great sportsmanship. They both want to do this the right way. As one, they dash back in into a collar and elbow tie-up. They jockey for a moment, first Jason's knees sinking down, then Evangelista's as he regroups and pushes back. He brings a foot up to push her hand off his shoulder, grabs her wrist, and twists her into an arm wringer with both hands. He pulls her in close and ducks low for an armdrag, but she drops into a forward roll and brings both her heels up into his chest to monkey flip him onto his back! She keeps hold of one of his arms and floats over, and uses the grip to pull him up into a seated hammerlock. Evangelista presses a knee into his wrist to keep it twisted against his spine, then kicks off the canvas with her other leg and drives the knee into his shoulder. Kris Cruise: Ouch! Evangelista controlling the mobility here, dictating Jason's options. Stephy Auger: That's the mark of a great technician, Kris. It's not just about how individual holds and throws are applied - it's about using your own body to control your opponent's and set the pace to your liking. Evangelista follows up her knee strike with a shoot kick to the back of the head that causes Jason to cry out. As he leans forward, she steps off his back for a shining shin strike to the temple, then slides both calves down around his neck as she falls back. Stephy Auger: And now the headscissors. Her left knee hooks over her right ankle to form a figure four, and she brings her shin up into his jaw, planting her palms on the mat behind herself for stability. Jason clutches at the hold, then tries to bridge off the mat for leverage, but she jolts her body back and forth to make him stumble. Jason changes tack and scoots in close before flipping himself sideways. Evangelista fights to pull him back in the other direction. With a burst of energy, Jason rolls with her, and almost manages to flip them both over onto their fronts! But Leanne manages to block it and bring him back to centre. But she has to bring a hand off the mat to do it, and Jason goes for the bridge again - and this time backflips into a headstand to drag his head out from the underside of her grasp! Stephy Auger: Beautiful escape! Kris Cruise: Orion using his flexibility to his advantage! As Evangelista sits back up, Jason throws himself into a low dropkick that catches her in the mouth. She shakes off the daze, then kips up - right into another dropkick! Stephy Auger: What elevation! Almost five feet, from a grounded start! The Prodigal Daughter's knocked supine again and Jason launches himself into the air, twirling round in a corkscrew shooting star press that drives the wind from her lungs and prompts the fans to let out a massive round of applause. He drags her up in a front chancery and immediately turns that into a rolling DDT. Kris Cruise: Not allowing Evangelista even a second to get her bearings. Stephy Auger: Exactly the right call. We've seen her pull out stunning counters so many times. He has to stay on her and not let her get that opening. For the second time in as many minutes, Jason throws himself into the air in a shooting star, this time bringing both knees across the back of his opponent. He rolls to his feet and spins to face her. She rises... one legged dropkick to knock her back down! As she gets back up, she eats a spinning heel kick! And a second! And a third- no! Orion goes to the well one time too many and she anticipates it, catching the leg and spinning him around. With his back to her she quickly slips her arms under his and throws him onto his crown with a dragon suplex! Stephy Auger: Just what I was talking about! The veteran found the crack and smashed it open with that huge, huge suplex spiking him right on the head! They both take a moment to get going after that as Jason shakes off the ringing in his head and Evangelista recovers from from the general assault of the last couple of minutes. As they both clamber to their feet they nod in mutual respect before locking up again. Jason goes for a front facelock; Evangelista wheels an arm up through his to force his hand away before he can get it there. She drops her own arms around the waist of The Vanilla Midget and throws herself backwards for a northern light suplex but Orion gets the foot around her ankle to block it. They continue to battle back and forth, fighting for leverage... until Evangelista hooks an ankle round Jason's leg and yanks it out, tripping him onto his back! Stephy Auger: Again, the veteran knowing when to change strategy. Kris Cruise: The battle over the upper body wasn't working, so she went low instead! She drops into him with a double elbow to the upper back, hands clasped together for maximum downward thrust, then grips him in a rear waistlock and - teeth gritted - hauls him up in a deadlift German. But he sandbags, refusing to allow her to complete the move, and manages to drop forward and tear her in front of him with an armdrag instead! She hops to her feet - and is pulled into a lungblower! Kris Cruise: The speed of this man! Stephy Auger: And he's proving that he's got some serious counters of his own! Orion moves away before she can recover, keeping his eyes on her. As she rises he bolts in a leaps up into a double knee strike, driving her back into the corner and winding her again. She stumbles out and he sweeps her down with a drop toehold. Jason crosses to the corner and raises a fist, screaming in excitement to the fans, who scream along with him eagerly. He grips the top rope, slings himself up... Kris Cruise: Oh my god!Stephy Auger: Springboard corkscrew splash! Camera flashes capture a dizzying number of flips as Jason flies down at Leanne - dizzying to Jason himself more than anyone, as he crashes across Evangelista and then rolls aside to get his bearings back. But the impact of the incredible move more than does its job and Evangelista is left in a lifeless heap. Jason rolls onto his knees, huffing and clutching his midsection, but after a few seconds he shakes his head and forces himself upright. Stephy Auger: Time to go for a cover, maybe? It looks like Orion's thinking about it... he drags Leanne to the centre of the ring... but instead he crosses over to the corner and starts climbing! Stephy Auger: Not yet! He's going to give the fans another indelible image first! Kris Cruise: Let's hope it's not a mistake... He readies himself to fly... he soars off in a 720 corkscrew! The fans roar with delight - but Evangelista scrambles out of his landing zone on her hands and knees! But Jason sees it and manages to pull himself up, landing on his feet! Stephy Auger: Oh my god! What control! A grimace flashes across Orion's face as his feet thud into the mat and the impact ricochets up into his knees, but he remains standing. Which is exactly what Evangelista wants as she leaps up behind him and drags him down across her knee! Kris Cruise: Headbreaker- NO! Stephy Auger: JASON COUNTERS! Jason pushes out her grasp, leaving her stumbling. He spins, swinging a high kick right at her head; she backpedals, and as Jason's momentum takes him right around, she comes back in for a German suplex. But Jason catches her with elbow to the jaw and then forces her hands apart, turns around - Nebula Kick! The superkick flies at Leanne's jaw and she only just manages to get out of range, the sole of his boot whizzing past her by mere inches. They both regroup, and fly at each other - and a double sling blade attempt sends them both crashing to the ground. They roll apart, both clutching their heads, and the referee is left with no option but to start counting. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! . . FOUR! Stephy Auger: You know neither of them want this to end in a countout. FIVE! Stephy Auger: You never want any match to end in a countout, but especially such an athletic, fast-paced, back-and-forth encounter, and especially not when the whole purpose of this match is to push each other as hard as they can. SIX! Kris Cruise: That goes doubly for Evangelista, who - as we said - has seen her last two matches end in draws. SEVEN! The fans clearly don't want it to end this way either, as they stomp and boo every time the referee calls out another number. EIGHT! Evangelista's dangling off the ropes, biceps straining as she tries to drag herself vertical; Jason's at one knee and swaying slightly. NINE! With tandem bursts of adrenaline, they both throw themselves into standing positions. They jog back towards each other, and Jason throws a high kick - Evangelista ducks it, and stomps out his ankle that's still on the mat to send him to his knees. She cranks him back in a dragon sleeper and starts going for the double grapevine! Stephy Auger: Lime Street Loop! She's going for the Lime Street Loop! As soon as he realises what's happening, Orion arches his back up and spreads his legs as wide as he can. Leanne slips her own around his midriff instead. Kris Cruise: Jason with the counter, so she turns it into a bodyscissored dragon sleeper instead... But before she can get it cinched in fully, he rolls back, again bridging. Leanne's shoulders fall flush against the mat and she quickly lets go. Stephy Auger: Forcing her to break by threatening a pin. Very nice work. Jason pulls himself from her reach, rolls to his feet and throws his heel back. She catches it, and she tries to drag him into an ankle lock, but Jason turns and spins into a low enzuigiri to the side of the head! She drops to her back and he pushes her legs into a crossed position, seeking a grapevine. Once it's in tight he leans back to clasp her head - but she cuts him off with an elbow to the spine. He drops to his butt, breaking the grapevine, and she rolls over his shoulders and into a low dropkick. He splays out backwards but she hastily drags him back up, whips him around, and launches him into the corner! She charges in after, seeking a knee to the back of the head, but Jason flips himself over her and lands on his feet behind her. Stephy Auger: Big second winds now after that period where they were downed. Kris Cruise: And they're not stopping for anything! A big kick from Orion sends Evangelista into the turnbuckles. He slips her arms around her waist looking for the German suplex - she hooks her ankles over the middle ropes to block it! It takes Orion a moment to work out what's going on. But when he does, he spins round and spikes her with a basement sling blade! Kris Cruise: Nice! Stephy Auger: Very nice! This time it connects! As Jason drags Leanne towards the middle of the ring, she fires off palm strikes to the diaphragm and the solar plexus, trying to wind The Vanilla Midget. He has to drop her, and she takes advantage with a monkey flip that sends him crashing onto his tailbone. They're left sitting back to back... Evangelista hops to a kneeling position and pulls Jason's head over her own shoulder, bending his spine like a bow! As his legs raise from the canvas she works her own backwards to pin them down before trying to double over at the waist, adding even more pressure to Jason's back. Stephy Auger: Unorthodox submission, and it looks painful as hell. Kris Cruise: The look on Jason Orion's face says it all. The young man's teeth are gritted and his eyes screwed up as he tries to come up with some way to break this excruciating hold. His chest heaves as he scrabbles at the arm around his neck... but his torso is falling as limp as it can while being stretched over Evangelista's upper back. Kris Cruise: Evangelista yet again showing her experience here. She knows that Jason's flexibility has been so key for him in this match, and if she can weaken his core, she can take that away from him. Jason grunts and strains... and suddenly pops himself forward to jolt Evangelista with an inverted stunner! It succeeds in breaking the hold - but it may have done just as much damage, if not more, to Orion himself as to his opponent. Stephy Auger: The heart of Jason Orion, refusing to stay in that hold - but at what cost to himself? Kris Cruise: He was in a very difficult position there, Stephy. The proverbial rock and the hard place. Indeed, Evangelista is the first to recover. She moves back in close behind Jason and locks in a full nelson, then starts dragging him to his feet. But fighting through the pain he's in, Jason sandbags against any kind of throw. He manages to muscle her forwards, and gets his feet onto the bottom turnbuckle... runs up the corner... flips over her and comes down behind her! He has her in an inverted facelock... but not for long as he smacks her into the canvas with an inverted DDT! Stephy Auger: Oh my god, the impact of Evangelista's skull on the ring echoing around the arena! Fighting against the pain in his spine, Jason rolls over Evangelista and hooks a leg... ONE . . TWO! . . No three, as Leanne places her free heel onto the bottom rope. Stephy Auger: Great awareness from the Gold Rush Ironwoman. Kris Cruise: Incredible awareness. The first pinfall attempt of the night and she didn't let herself panic. But such a great move from Orion, too, digging deep when he had to. There's no quarter yet from Jason. As he rises from Evangelista he grips onto the top rope, leaps onto the middle, and somersaults back in a corkscrew moonsault to the delight of the fans. He rolls away from her, holding his middle in pain, but makes sure that he gets his eyes back onto The Prodigal Daughter ASAP. Slowly, wheezing and trying to suck in air after the moonsault winded her, she rolls onto her front... pushes herself to one knee... up to both knees, shakily... finally vertical... ...and eats a Yakuza kick that sends her flying back into the corner! Feeling the momentum rise, Orion crushes her with a stinger slash, then powers up in an impressive vertical leap to throw his legs around her shoulders. He tosses her into the centre of the ring with a big headscissors throw. As she gets up, he's already jumping up onto the top rope. He moonsaults out - she makes a grab for him, but swings round and flips her onto the top of her head with a tornado DDT! She falls like a felled tree and Jason rolls across her, hooking both legs this time. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Kris Cruise: Kickout, but by the skin of her teeth. Jason has definitely taken control of this now. Jason stumbles back from his opponent, caught by surprise that she managed to kick out. Leanne looks dazed as hell but she pushes herself up to her hands and knees. She almost drops prone again, but manages to catch herself in time. She forces herself to rise again - and Jason somersaults over her, dragging her over his head and drilling her head into the canvas! Stephy Auger: The International Destroyer! Kris Cruise: That has to be it! Going by the look on his face, Jason's starting to lose his second wind. But nonetheless he crawls over and pushes her into a lateral press, his head bobbing along with determination every time the referee's hand comes down. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Stephy Auger: Another kickout!? The fans roar as Leanne twists herself sideways, tearing her shoulder off the mat at the last nanosecond. Orion pounds the mat, wondering what it's going to take. But he knows the answer to that. He falls back into the corner, hunkering down and getting his breath back, beckoning her to stand... Kris Cruise: He's looking for the Short But Sweet! If he hits that, it really is over! In the same slow, piecemeal manner as before, Evangelista manages to get upright. In her semi-stupor she turns around, trying to find her opponent - who ploughs into her looking for the front flip into the DDT to end this! But she manages to throw him off with a back body drop out of nowhere! Displaying his incredible agility once more, Jason lands on his feet, but Leanne drags him down into the Headbreaker! Stephy Auger: She got him - NO SHE DIDN'T! Jason manages to block the Headbreaker and tear himself from her grasp. Stephy Auger: That was so close! Twice! Kris Cruise: Still, what quick reactions from the veteran Evangelista there, realising that the Short But Sweet was coming in an instant. Stephy Auger: Give the same credit to Jason, blocking that Headbreaker! As he pulls sideways he grapples her to the canvas in something that very roughly approximates a northern lights suplex, but is really just the first takedown he can find. He winds up in mount, falling across her stomach. She goes for an upthrust with her palm, but he catches it... pushes it back... Stephy Auger: Armtrap wristlock! Kris Cruise: A move he knows well! And with the damage Evangelista's taken over the last few minutes it might just be enough to draw the submission! The Gold Rush Ironwoman tries to hook her legs up under his armpits, no doubt looking to roll him into a sitout pin, but he leans forward into her and hugs his arms in tight, both to stymie her counter attempt and to add more torque to the wristlock. He pushes her wrist down into her chest as hard as he can with both hands. Evangelista's other hand scrambles around his head, trying to find purchase for something, anything to get her out of this, but nothing comes. The hand falls away and hovers inches from the mat, fingers curling and uncurling... Stephy Auger: Will she tap... will she tap!? Kris Cruise: What a huge win it would be for this young man if she does! Orion pushes down so hard he seems to be in almost as much pain as Evangelista. And then... a sudden cry goes up from the stands as the referee calls for the bell! Kris Cruise: What happened!? Did she tap!? Stephy Auger: I didn't see her tap out, but maybe she verbally submitted... The fans buzz in anticipation, waiting for the verdict... the referee confers with the timekeeper, then cross to J.A. Aldridge, who double checks before raising the mic. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen... this match... ...the noise increases... J.A. Aldridge: ...has been ruled... a TIME! LIMIT! DRAW! The time limit on this match has elapsed! Jason rolls onto his haunches and facepalms in disbelief. He shakes his head but then nods, and being the gentleman that he is, helps Evangelista to her feet. She thanks him, but can't hide her disappointment as she paces back and forth, shaking her wrist out. The fans don't like it either, and rain boos down upon the officials. Stephy Auger: I don't believe it! After all that, a time limit draw... Kris Cruise: We'll always be wondering how much longer Evangelista would have been able to hold on, and whether Jason would really have been able to force her to tap out there. Stephy Auger: But both of Evangelista's last matches ended in draws too! Mia Scott - draw! Zero McHannon - draw! And now with Jason Orion, that makes it three in a row! Both of the competitors look utterly furious and dismayed. They mutter to each other in mutual incredulity. The fans don't like it any more, and a chant starts up, quiet at first, somewhere at the back, but it's soon picked up until the whole building is shaking with it: FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!
*clap clap clap-clap-clap*
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!
*clap clap clap-clap-clap*
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!
*clap clap clap-clap-clap*
FIVE MORE MIN-UTES!
*clap clap clap-clap-clap* Orion and Evangelista both nod in approval, and start clapping along themselves, trying to get the noise even louder. The referee shakes his head... and has to run for his life as trash starts flying at him! Stephy Auger: The fans want five more minutes! The wrestlers want five more minutes! We want five more minutes! This match just can't end in a draw. Dodging soda tubs and balled up programs, the referee hurries to the edge of the ring to exchange further words with the timekeeper. They confer in hushed tones... ...Evangelista and Jason Orion stare on impatiently with their hands on their hips... ...the place explodes as the bell rings again! Jason and Leanne instantly lock up. Jason drops into the double armdrag again. This time, he's the one who goes for the monkey flip. Leanne lands on her feet, but Jason spins and drags her back into another monkey flip! He lets go this time and she crashes onto her back. He falls across her with a hasty elbow drop, then pushes her flat for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! Kickout. Orion lifts Evangelista to her feet and boots her in the stomach, and pulls her in for a second International Destroyer. He spreads his arms... Stephy Auger: Back body drop! Kris Cruise: Jason sent about six damn feet in the air! He lands hard on his shoulderblades, groaning as the air is pushed out of him. But he's not going down that easily. Not after all this. He kips up... ...and Evangelista wraps her arms around his head! Stephy Auger: Lime Street Loop! She wrenches him down, looking for the double grapevine dragon sleeper. But Jason spins into the hold and pushes her away - and a second later a crack reverberates throughout the auditorium as his sole catches her in the face! Stephy Auger: The Nebula Kick! This time it connects! Kris Cruise: But look at Evangelista... As the superkick sends her tumbling backwards, Evangelista rolls under the bottom rope to ringside. Jason sinks to his knees, hands clawing the air in front of his face. He shakes his head and slides out. Stephy Auger: No question, that would have been it. That would have been this match over. But yet again, Evangelista's veteran instincts are pivotal. Jason grabs Evangelista by the waistline of the tights and the back of the neck and rolls her back under the bottom rope, shoving her all the way to the middle of the canvas. Then, with a determination on his face to match any we've ever seen, he hauls himself onto the apron. He twirls a finger in the air, prompting a big cheer, and crosses to the corner and begins to climb. Kris Cruise: Orion ready to end this. He reaches the top, staring down at Evangelista, throws up a fist for the fans one more time, and sails off. Cameras flash all around him, dousing the arena in brilliant white light as he corkscrews through air in unfathomable twists and turns... ...into the kip-up from Evangelista, and her arm sliding across his chest to guide his skull across her knee! It echoes around the room like a gunshot as she rolls across him and drags both legs in deep. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! She falls off him lifelessly as "Revolution" blasts to the speakers, and the fans do their best to drown it out with cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, ladies and gentlemen - EVANGELISTA! Stephy Auger: Have you ever seen anything like that!? Evangelista caught him in mid-dive and turned it into a Headbreaker! Headbreaker to Jason in mid-air! Kris Cruise: Something tells me we'll be seeing that in highlight reels for years to come. But what a performance by Jason Orion. He was in there with our Gold Rush Ironwoman, a former Dynamic Duos finalist, a former GFC Commonwealth Champion, and for a long stretch there he was absolutely dominating her! Stephy Auger: Without a doubt. Nobody can deny he's a star after a match like that. Evangelista only survived him through veteran wiles and sheer bloody-mindedness. Kris Cruise: What an amazing contest to kick off All-Star Showdown. Slowly, the two competitors clamber to their feet, chests heaving and sweat dripping from them after their long, physical encounter. Jason sighs and rubs his face, but then raises Evangelista's arm in a fantastic display of sportsmanship. She returns the favour, pointing at him and nodding her approval, and as they break their arms apart they give each other a mutual round of applause before deciding to hell with it and pulling each other tight for a heartfelt hug. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:30:47 GMT -5
(Backstage, the view centers on one Fujiko Mine, who is in her locker room. She ignores the view of the camera, choosing instead to tighten up the laces on her boots, and then adjusting the kick pads over them. This version of her ring attire is red and white, mimicking the LA Angels of Anaheim. There is even a big "A" on her right hip.The red dazzles nicely on her, and she seems pleased after giving it a once over. She goes to stand, and as she does, Spencer Burke steps into view.)
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, "Lady Luck", Fujiko Mine.
(The introduced Fujiko feigns a little curtsy, smiling as she does so.)
Spencer Burke: Fujiko, tonight you have quite the challenge ahead of you. Your opponent, Johnny Karma, has had no shortage of ways to tell everyone that he will emerge tonight as the number one contender to the Pride championship.
(Fujiko keeps a professional smile, despite having to hear more about Johnny Karma.)
Fujiko Mine:I know, Spencer. I know that's your job; but I really have to disagree with you. He may have been spouting nonsense about me for weeks now, but he's run out of specific ways to really say what he means. He just keeps using the same comments, over and over again. It's like he thinks that if he says it enough, that it will simply become true. I'm afraid that in his case, that's just not true. He's told everyone that I don't know what the rules are, so I'lll lose. He's told everyone that my style is all wrong, so I'll lose. And he's told everyone he's Johnny Karma, darnit, so why shouldn't he just be crowned the winner tonight, nay, the Pride champion tonight. He thinks that just because he says something, it should be true. According to him, he's the main event, and everyone else is just filler, stand ins until he can take his place at the very top of FGA. So my question, then, is: Why hasn't he won the big one, yet?
(Fujiko stops, as if she is waiting for Spencer to answer her question. He does not, so she continues.)
Fujiko Mine:Why is someone who believes himself the very best this company has to offer...not getting back on the horse and going after the World title? Why didn't he win the Gold Rush Rumble, like he told everyone he would, and do that. Why has he never advanced past the Pride title? Simple. Because he's not at the level he likes to tell everyone he is at. He is good, Spencer. I have no problem admitting that. But for him to look down his nose at me, someone working their butt off to get to the top? When he can't seem to come to terms with the fact that when he tried to take the top dog down, he couldn't? I'm not interested what he has to say. What I am interested in, though, is coming down the aisle tonight, taking it to Johnny Karma, and putting on an amazing...no.
(Fujiko shakes her head and wags her finger, chastizing herself.)
Fujiko Mine:Putting on the match of the night, period. Because that's what I'm here to do. Put on the best show I can. Beating Johnny Karma with the Pride Rules in effect is an awesome byproduct of that. So I hope everyone is watching, because I am putting any hopeful to the Pride title on notice. Lady Luck is rising in the rankings, and she won't let a little bad Karma stop her. As for Johnny himself? He is going to go back to the place he's most comfortable here in FGA...
(Fujiko gives a wink to the camera.)
Fujiko Mine:Back to the drawing board. Thanks, Spence.
(Fujiko leans in and gives him a light peck on the cheek, which causes him to blush before the view goes back to ringside.)
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:31:07 GMT -5
Triple Threat Match
for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship
(c) Noelle Smith vs. Yun Goeun vs. Izzy Anders "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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Triple Threat Match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Joe Shamrock! From Seoul, South Korea, weighing in at 122 pounds! She is Seoul City’s Baddest Female, YUN GOEUN! 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. Kris Cruise: This is our first of four championship matches tonight. This one being a Triple Threat Match as Noelle Smith defends against both Yun Goeun and Izzy Anders. Stephy Auger: Yun won a shot at the title after defeating Seth Lawless in a #1 Contenders Match two weeks ago in San Jose. You’ve got to wonder what Yun’s feeling heading into this match, given the rumors that have been swirling around, as well as what appears to be the breakup between her and Sebastian Grey. Will she be distracted? Or will she be focused at the task at hand. In an instance, "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine almost blasts the speakers useless. A light red shade spreads among the crowd. When the overpowering sounds of the song settle only a tad, Izzy makes her way out. She walks out, stepping close to the camera operator. Izzy puts up a boxing stance, throws a few, playful strikes at the camera, and gives the camera a smile before turning back to the ring. She rhythmically makes her way down to the ring, cracking her knuckles. She offers her hands to the audience, slapping any outstretched hands with passion and glee. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada! Weighing in at 128 pounds! She is The Bee’s Knees, IZZY ANDERS! She reaches ringside and proceeds to walk around the whole ring, greeting every fan there. She walks by the commentary team, yelling out at them. "You all ready for this?!" she yells before, getting onto the ring apron. She ascends the top rope, headbanging to the vigorous song. She leaps into the ring, bouncing around, keeping her intensity at an all-time high. Even as she stops moving around the ring, she still opts to bounce about. Kris Cruise: Izzy Anders has made it known that she doesn’t like Noelle Smith and is going to go after her in this match. Stephy Auger: Izzy felt like Noelle was trying to give her buddy a title shot over more deserving members of the roster, such as herself. She also felt that for weeks, Noelle was ignoring her when Noelle was creating a list of would-be challengers. But Noelle can ignore her no more. Izzy’s got her in her and her title in her sights! "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: And their opponent, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 125 pounds! She is the reigning… defending… Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… 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. Kris Cruise: For as much of a sweetheart as Noelle Smith is, sure sure does find herself in a lot of drama. Stephy Auger: From Mia Scott to Fujiko Mine to now with Yun and Izzy, drama does tend to find Noelle Smith. This match is not in her favor. She can lose her title without being pinned or submitted. If I’m Noelle, I’m trying to knock one of the two out and keep the match two on two. If she doesn’t, that could be trouble for both her and her title reign. The bell sounds as Noelle’s head begins to resemble a swivel, moving back and forth between Yun and Izzy. The two challengers continues to circle Noelle as Noelle grows more and more cautious. Stephy Auger: Noelle doesn’t know which one is going to strike first. Noelle then goes over towards Yun and extends her hand for a handshake. Yun looks around at the crowd and gauges their reaction. She then turns to Joe Shamrock on the outside for his opinion. Yun slowly turns back to Noelle, extends her arm… and shakes her hand, causing the crowd cheer. Kris Cruise: Despite what reservations Yun might have, she was able to put her differences to the side and shake Noelle’s hand. Noelle then goes over towards Izzy and extends her arm for a handshake. But Izzy isn’t jumping at the opportunity to shake Noelle’s hand. In fact, she’s not even debating it. Stephy Auger: I don’t think Izzy is going to let bygones be bygones. Noelle pulls her arm back before thrusting it back out with emphasis. Noelle looks down at her hand, then back at Izzy, then back at her hand. But Izzy just slowly shakes head head from right to left. Noelle then takes a few steps back as she continues to eye Izzy. Kris Cruise: The intensity level just turned up a notch in this one... The three grapplers begin to circle the ring… until the two challengers zero in on Noelle. They take Noelle and whip her into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Noelle hangs onto the ropes. She then drops down to the mat and rolls to the outside. Kris Cruise: Smart strategy by Noelle. Let those two beta each other up first... While Izzy shouts at Noelle to get back in the ring, Yun quickly rolls up Izzy from behind. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy kicks out. After both grapplers get back to their feet, they lock up. Yun quickly places Izzy in a side headlock. But Izzy slips out, reverses into a hammerlock and then brings down Yun, where she locks her inside the Boa Constrictor. Stephy Auger: Izzy with a quick submission appl- Noelle immediately gets in and stomps on Izzy, breaking the hold. Noelle picks up Izzy, runs and tosses her through the middle ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, she picks up Yun and nails her with a stinging knife-edge chop. She then rattles off another for good measure. Noelle then takes Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Yun goes for a back body drop. Noelle counters with a sunset flip. But Yun rolls through it. After rolling up back to her feet, she runs over at Noelle and throws out a soccer kick to the face. But Noelle leans back to evade the move, then sits back up to reach up and grab Yun for a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun kicks out. As both grapplers get up, Noelle quickly grabs Yun and delivers a Fruit Rollup. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun kicks out. As both grapplers get up, Noelle takes Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Yun throws her down with a snapping fireman’s carry. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Noelle kicks out. Yun picks up Noelle and delivers an arm wrench. Noelle the rolls forward, leans back, kips up, turns and throws Yun down with a japanese arm drag. Yun gets back up, but Noelle knocks her down with a dropkick. Yun gets back up, but Noelle knocks her back down with another dropkick. When Yun gets back up, Noelle grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Noelle knocks her down with a jumping calf kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy grabs Noelle, runs into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Noelle around, Izzy unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then brings Noelle from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Izzy delivers a drop toe hold. After rolling across Noelle’s back, Izzy quickly applies a front facelock. As Noelle tries to fight her way back up to her feet, Izzy transitions into a guillotine choke. Kris Cruise: Izzy’s once again looking for an early submission. Stephy Auger: If she gets her opponent to tap out? Great. If they don’t, she’s still wearing them down. The ref asks Noelle if she wants to give up. When Noelle refuses to quit, Izzy cinches in the hold. After a few seconds, Noelle drops down to one knee. As Izzy continues to apply pressure, Noelle begins to fade. She then lets go of Noelle before running into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, she knocks Noelle down with a step up enzuigiri. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun breaks up the pin. Yun picks up Izzy and goes for an irish whip. But Izzy reverses, sending Yun into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Izzy knocks her down with a calf kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun kicks out. Izzy picks up Yun and applies an arm wrench. The ref asks Yun if she wants to give up. When Yun refuses to quit, Izzy delivers another arm wrench and follows up with a kick to the chest. The ref again ask Yun if she wants to give up. When Yun refuses to quit, Izzy delivers another arm wrench. Yun then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wrench of her own. Izzy then flips over with a headstand, carthweels back over and brings Yun down with a fireman's carry takeover. She quickly applies a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks Yun if she wants to give up. But Yun refuses to quit. After battling back up to her feet, she reaches behind Izzy and throws her down with a snapmare takeover. As Izzy gets back to her feet, Yun throws out a roundhouse kick to the head. But Izzy ducks and counters with a bridging prawn hold. ONE! . . TWO! . . Noelle breaks up the pin. Kris Cruise: Another pin broken up. Stephy Auger: That’s the thing with these three way matches. Just when you think you might have the match one, here comes the third participant to break things up. Noelle picks up Izzy, brings her into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Izzy around, Noelle delivers a series of knife-edge chops of her own. She then takes Izzy, whips her across the ring and follows her into the corner. But Izzy hoists herself up and knocks down Noelle with a horse kick to the chest. Kris Cruise: You better believe Izzy put a little something extra on that kick for Noelle. Stephy Auger: I don’t doubt it. Izzy picks up Noelle, wrenches her arm and then drags her through the ropes, where Izzy delivers The Break Up. Noelle immediately goes down, clutching her arm. Kris Cruise: Noelle might be hurt! Stephy Auger: I don’t think you’re going to see Izzy shedding any tears over Noelle. When Izzy gets back in the ring, she can be seen repeatedly stomping away on Noelle’s arm. After picking Noelle back up, she throws Noelle down with a scoop slam. Izzy then takes Noelle’s right arm and bends it at 90 degrees. She then takes the arm, places the palm flush against the mat and jumps up, delivering a stomp to the elbow. Noelle can be seen squirming around the ring as she clutches her arm in immense pain. Kris Cruise: Izzy’s targeting the arm of Noelle Smith. Could she be setting up for another submission? Does she just want to inflict pain on Noelle? Or both? Izzy picks up Noelle, hammerlocks her arm from behind and throws her shoulder-first into the turnbuckles. After Noelle stumbles away from the corner, Izzy comes up from behind and hammerlocks the arm around the top rope. The ref gives Izzy until the count of five. Ref: ONE… TWO…. THREE… Izzy makes the clean break. After waiting for Noelle to unwrap her arm from around the rope, Izzy heads back over and delivers several roundhouse kicks to the right arm of Noelle. The last kick knocking Noelle down to one knee. Izzy then grabs Noelle, yanks her back up by the arm and delivers a double knee armbreaker. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun dives over, shoving Izzy off of Noelle. She then makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy breaks up the pin. Izzy picks up Yun and applies an arm wrench. But Yun is quick to apply an arm wrench of her own. Izzy then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverse into a hammerlock. But Yun is able to reach back, grab Izzy and reverse into a shiranui. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy kicks out. Yun picks up Izzy and delivers a series of alternating palm strikes to the chest before connecting with a standing side kick, sending izzy stumbling into the corner. She then goes over, takes Izzy and whips her into the opposite corner. Yun charges across the ring. But Izzy stops her with a European Uppercut, sending her stumbling back. Izzy then runs from out of the corner and connects with a step up enzuigiri, sending Yun flipping down to the canvas. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun kicks out. Kris Cruise: Nice enzuigiri there by Izzy. But it only gets two. Izzy picks up Yun and whips her into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Yun hangs onto the ropes. So Izzy runs over to attack. But Yun nails her with an elbow strike, sending her stumbling back. She then bounces back into the ropes, comes back and takes down Izzy with a Lou Thesz Press. She then presses Izzy’s arms down for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy shoves Yun off of her. As Izzy turns and gets back to her feet, she gets caught by a roundhouse kick that rocks her. Yun then steps back and connects with another standing side kick. As Izzy stumbles back, Yun turns and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a dropkick, sending Izzy stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Izzy just got sent to the outside. It looks like Yun’s about to set up for something. Stephy Auger: What’s Yun got in mind? While Izzy tries to get up on the outside, Yun takes off into the ropes. When Yun comes back, she takes out Izzy with a suicide dive to the outside to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Yun hurled herself through the ropes and took out Izzy with that dive through the rop- Stephy Auger: What’s this? When Yun gets up, Shamrock motions behind her. When Yun turns around, Noelle dives off the apron and delivers a flying hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off for Noelle Smith. Stephy Auger: Yun never even saw her coming. Noelle picks up Yun and rolls her back into the ring. She then rolls herself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun gets her shoulder up. Noelle picks up Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, Yun bends over to set up a back body drop. But Noelle kicks her sauqre in the face. She quickly follows up with a roundhouse kick, knocking her down. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Noelle Smith. Stephy Auger: Yun’s a fighter. She didn’t come all of this way for nothing. She knows how much that championship means. Noelle picks up Yun, heads into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Yun around, Noelle delivers four kicks to the midsection, followed by a jumping back kick to the face. She then takes Yun and whips her into the opposite corner. Noelle then runs across the ring and goes for a forearm smash. But Yun moves out of the way, causing Noelle’s arm to crash into the turnbuckles. As Noelle stumbles from out of the corner, Yun takes off into the ropes. When Yun comes back, she knocks down Yun with 540 Kick to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: One Hit Wonder! Stephy Auger: That just might be it right there… or not. I think Yun might have used up her last bit out energy on that move. She isn’t making the cover. With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Both grapplers begnis to stir on the mat. But Yun is starting to get some support from the crowd as they start up a chant. “AJA! AJA! HWAITING!” “AJA! AJA! HWAITING!” “AJA! AJA! HWAITING!” “AJA! AJA! HWAITING!” Kris Cruise: This capacity crowd is starting to rally behind the Billion Dollar Baby. Can she make the cover? Will she make the cover? Yun crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Izzy dives over and breaks up the pin. Izzy picks up Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Izzy into the ropes. When Izzy comes back, she slides through Yun’s legs. When Yun turns around, Izzy gets up and delivers Dirty Dancin to cheers from the crowd. While Yun is still stunned, Izzy delivers a kick to the midsection, doubling her over. She then follows up with an Axe Kick to the back of the head. Kris Cruise: That might be it right there. Stephy Auger: Yun looks to be all but out of it... She goes to motion for a pin attempt on Yun. But just then, she turns and sees Noelle still favoring her arm. Kris Cruise: I don’t think she wants to beat Yun to win this match. She wants to beat Noelle! Stephy Auger: She’s zeroing in on her! Izzy goes over, grabs Noelle and tries to take her down with a Fujiwara Armbar. But Noelle blocks the move. So Izzy takes the arm, delivers repeated elbows to it and tries to drive her down. But again, Noelle blocks the move. So Izzy kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over. She then throws out an axe kick to the back of the head. But Noelle rolls out of the way. Izzy then throws out a roundhouse kick. But Noelle bends backwards. After standing back up, Izzy throws out a series of alternating palm strikes. But Noelle does her best to back up and avoid each strike. But she’s not able to avoid the running European Uppercut. Izzy then takes Noelle and whips her into the opposite corner. Izzy runs across the ring. But Nolle gives her an elbow to the face using her good arm. As Izzy stumbles back, Noelle heads from out of the corner. But Izzy nails her with a knee to the midsection. She then jumps up and applies a flying guillotine to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: She’s got the guillotine choke applied! Stephy Auger: Izzy’s hanging on to Noelle. But how much longer can Noelle hang on? The ref asks Noelle if she wants to give up. But Noelle’s won’t quit. So Izzy cinches in the hold. Kris Cruise: She’s got it locked in! She’s got the guillotine choke locked in! Noelle’s trying to fight through it. But how much longer can she last? While Izzy continues to keep the hold applied, Yun can be seen scaling the turnbuckles. Once Yun reaches the top, Izzy turns and looks at her. Her eyes widen with shock as Yun leaps off the top rope, delivering a flying elbow drop onto her, breaking the hold to cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Noelle owes Yun a big thank you after that one! Yun quickly crawls on top of Izzy and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun dives over, pushing Noelle off of Izzy. Yun picks up Noelle and goes for an irish whip. But Noelle reverses, sending Yun into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Noelle bends over to set up a back body drop. But Yun stops and kicks her right in her hurt arm. As Noelle stands up and clutches her arm, Yun leaps up and plants Noelle with the Shamrock Spike. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Noelle gets her good arm up. Kris Cruise: Nolle got her shoulder up just a hair before the three count! Yun gets up and begins waving up Noelle, waiting for the perfect time to strike. Once Noelle gets back to her feet, Yun runs over and throws out the One Hit Wonder. But Noelle rolls out of the way, causing Izzy to turn into the move. Kris Cruise: Izzy just got caught with the One Hit Wonder! As Yun gets up, Nolle runs up from behind and rolls her up with a schoolboy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Yun kicks out. As both grapplers get back up, Noelle grabs Yun and goes for an irish whip. But Yun reverses, sending Noelle into the ropes. When Noelle comes back, the crowd cheers as she connects with a spinning heel kick, knocking Yun down. She then gets back to her feet and makes her way out onto the apron. Once Yun returns to a vertical base and turns around, the crowd cheers as Noelle delivers a springboard clothesline using her good arm. After Noelle gets back to her feet, she picks up Yun and kicks her in the midsection, doubling her over. From there, the crowd explodes in cheers as Noelle delivers Swing, Set, Match! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Izzy drags Noelle off of Yun, drops down and after struggling to pry her arm free, places Noelle in the Fujiwara Armbar. Kris Cruise: Izzy’s finally got the Fujiwara Armbar applied! The crowd cheers as Noelle can be heard screaming in pain. Stephy Auger: And you can bet those screams are music to Izzy’s ears. She’s a mere tapout away from becoming the next champion! The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But Noelle refuses to quit. So Izzy begins to repeatedly yank the arm back, increasing the pressure. Kris Cruise: Izzy’s really cranking away on that arm! How is Noelle still in this match!? Most would have given up by now! Stephy Auger: But not Noelle! The ref asks Noelle if she wants to give up. But again, Noelle refuses to quit. So Izzy brides back, causing Noelle to scream in pain. Kris Cruise: The pain, Stephy, the pain! Stephy Auger: Noelle’s trying to grit her way through this. But how much more of this can she handle? Izzy continues to keep the hold applied. That is, until Yun kicks her in the head, breaking the hold. Yun picks up Izzy and sets her up for another Shiranui. But Izzy shoves Yun off of her and into the ropes. When Yun comes back, Izzy throws out the Capetown Sunset. But Yun slides underneath it. When Izzy gets back to her feet and turns around, Yun throws out the One Hit Wonder. But Izzy rolls underneath it. When Yun gets up and turns around, Izzy knees her in the midsection and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. But Yun slips down from behind. She quickly grabs Izzy from behind and lifts her up for a Tiger Suplex. But Izzy counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll. But instead of staying seated for the cover, Izzy keeps a hold of one of Yun’s legs as she gets up. She then quickly turns Yun over onto her stomach. She then reaches down, grabs Yun around the waist, yanks her back up to her feet, lifts her up and then delivers Roll the Bass. The crowd cheers as Yun gets driven into the mat. Izzy ten turns her over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Guerilla Radio” plays as the crowd explodes in cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… and now, the NEW Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, IZZY ANDERS! Kris Cruise: Izzy’s done it! We’ve got ourselves a new champion! The crowd cheers as Izzy’s hand the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship belt. Stephy Auger: All three competitors had their moments in this one. In the end, everything lined up for Izzy and she struck at the right time. Izzy clutches the belt before dropping to her knees. She then holds the belt away from her and admires it. Kris Cruise: How happy is Izzy right now? From feeling ignored and being overlooked to becoming the new champion. Man, what a feeling. Izzy gets to her feet and thrusts the belt in the air to cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: What’s this here? Izzy makes her way over towards Yun in the corner. She extends her hand for a handshake. Yun gladly takes Izzy’s hand and shakes it. Kris Cruise: A nice display of sportsmanship right there. You know Yun feels bad about losing. But even in defeat, she’s still gracious. You’ve got to respect that. A disappointed Noelle looks on at Izzy is still celebrating her title win. Izzy then turns and looks over at Noelle. She looks at her title belt, then back at Noelle. Izzy then holds the title in the air, causing Noelle to lower her head in defeat. Stephy Auger: Ah, a little message being sent to Nolle by Izzy, perhaps? |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:31:19 GMT -5
For some inexplicable reason there's a red carpet rolled up outside the arena, almost as if somebody wasn't aware that Hollywood Boulevard and the TCL Chinese Theatre are a shade under fifty miles away from Mesa Road and the Bren Events center - and a moment or two later that looks even more like the case when a white stretch limo pulls up at the kerb, and when the door swings open it's no surprise that Johnny Karma steps out onto the kerb
Johnny Karma: Well that's a disappointment, I was led to believe that a star couldn't walk ten feet in California without the paparazzi swarming around them.
At this point, Cherry Baum emerges from the back of the limo
Cherry Baum: That only works in Hollywood, J-K, and we're not in Hollywood anymore.
Johnny Karma: Still, you'd think they'd know their bread and butter by now. After all, there's only so many hundred pictures you can see of Lindsay Lohan looking like a cup of death's cold vomit before that particular freak show starts to get boring.
With that said, Karma approaches the side door of the arena and knocks on the door, waiting for arena security to let him in
Cherry Baum: So what's the plan?
Johnny Karma: I'm thinking of changing into my ring gear, walking into the arena to rock the world of every single fan in attendance, winning my match, having a shower, then stopping off to grab a post-show victory pizza. You know, the usual.
Cherry Baum: No, I mean...well, you know Mia Scott's defending the Pride Championship against Tony Carmine tonight, right?
Johnny Karma: I wasn't, but thanks for letting me know.
Cherry's about to continue, when a member of arena security opens the door to allow Karma and Cherry inside, so Karma steps through the door before holding it open for Cherry, and they continue their conversation once they're inside - or, to be a bit more accurate, Karma decides to have the conversation he'd rather be having once they get inside
Johnny Karma: I'm sure lil' Fuji might have a few tricks up her sleeve, or tucked in her boot, or wherever else she wants to hide the international objects she'll be bringing into the match while hoping nobody notices it or, even worse, calls her on it when she want to shmeer the name of somebody else because she likes her standards like her cup size, doubled. But for her it'll be a case of cheat me once, shame on her. Cheat me twice...no, the shame'll still be on her, but the second time she won't have the element of surprise so the shame'll be a bit more shamish because I'll catch her in the act and know exactly how to counter her blatant attempts at cheating.
Cherry waits for a beat, to make sure Karma's finished, before steering the conversation back to where it was
Cherry Baum: As I was saying, Mia Scott's defending the Pride Championship against Tony Carmine tonight, and for the past few weeks you've been speaking about taking the title off of her, but when the time for your title shot comes it might not be her you're facing.
Johnny Karma: You know, I hadn't thought of that.
Karma stops in his tracks for a moment
Johnny Karma: I've said all along that the one thing the Pride Championship needs more than anything else is a champion it can be proud of, which would be...
Karma points at himself, before continuing
Johnny Karma: ...but if the worst case scenario were to happen, namely Tony Carmine becoming another two-time Pride Champion, then the title would need me more than ever. I mean, just think of it from the point of view of the belt itself: it would once again have to be around the greasy, sweaty, funny-smelling waist of Tony Carmine, and I'm pretty sure that violates a whole chapter of the Geneva Convention.
Karma starts to walk once again
Johnny Karma: So if the worst were to happen, then it is my civic duty to remove that title from around his waist at the earliest opportunity...and then remove all of the plates on the front of said belt before demanding that a new belt be made, because there's no way I am wearing anything that has been near Tony Carmine's bathing suit area. Long story short, tonight's all about me becoming the #1 contender to that title, but for the title itself I am content to let the chips fall where they may and adjust my plans for victory accordingly.
At this point, Karma reaches the men's locker room and cracks the door ajar, then turns to face Cherry
Johnny Karma: Anyway, it's time for me to get ready, so I'll catch up with you in a few minutes.
Cherry Baum: Okay, J-K. Good luck tonight.
Johnny Karma: Hey, all I'm doing is putting on my ring gear.
Karma winks to Cherry, before he steps through the door to the locker room to prepare for his match
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:31:51 GMT -5
Johnny Karma vs. Fujiko Mine J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the new number one contender to the FGA Pride Championship. 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. She poses cutely as a few fans throw multicolored streamers around her on the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin … She is ‘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 then hops down, and places the belt down in her corner. She then bounces on her heels, ready to start the match. Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine looks ready to grab that brass ring tonight, Stephy. Stephy Auger: This could be the biggest moment in her FGA career. All that stands in her way is Johnny Karma. The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma to His adoring public, and at the exact moment Jimmy Page's riff begins making love to the crowd's ears He arrives at the top of the ramp, strutting to a vantage point where the entire crowd can see Him and, as Cherry applauds Him, He blows a kiss to the arena. Karma strolls down the ramp with Cherry stood by His side, chatting and waving to the fans who have paid to see Him do His thing tonight while making sure that every single hair on his head is in the exact place it should be. As the pair reach ringside, Cherry quickly climbs onto the ring apron and sits on the middle rope to hold it open, as Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning to face His audience and slowly raising an arm before raising his index finger to let everyone know that He is #1, before he steps through the ropes into His ring. Once inside His ring, Karma climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and unzips his ring jacket, looking out over His crowd and nodding in acknowledgment that they are all there to see Him, and that He is grateful for this. If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay Karma climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring, climbing onto the opposite turnbuckle to salute His followers.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Karma climbs down, as Cherry applauds him and prepares for his ring introduction. Cherry: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 233 of the finest pounds available, he hails from Queens NYC and is saying hooray for Hollywood...even though Hollywood is fifty miles from here, and is the thinking man, woman and child's choice to become a two-time Pride Champion, he is JOHNNY KARMA! Karma gives a regal wave to the crowd as he reclines against the turnbuckles before he swaggers into the centre of the ring so Cherry can hand him the microphone Karma: Ladies and... Karma removes his sunglasses and looks into the front row...and then whips around to look straight at his opponent Karma: ...Fuji. Karma makes a belt gesture around his waist and winks at Fujiko, before he continues Karma: It has come to my attention that, later on tonight, Tony Carmine is challenging for the Pride Championship, so I am going to ask each and every person watching this show a simple question: does F WA have some sort of Konami Code that means he can skip to the final boss fight with Wart while I'm stuck here facing off with Birdo? Karma pauses and looks to Fuji Karma: No offence. Karma turns back, with a mischievous grin on his face Karma: However, in order to get to the final boss and unlock that nice, shiny platinum trophy that looks an awful lot like the Pride Championship, I still have to beat every mid-boss in my way - and that obviously means I have to eat a power pellet, swallow Fuji whole, and watch her eyes head back to the ghost house in the middle of the level...or something like that, anyway. Karma hands the mic back to Cherry before he walks to his corner once more and starts to perform a few yogic breathing exercises to centre himself before the match. Kris Cruise: Weeks of taunting and back and forth shots, now we’re going to settle this once and for all! Stephy Auger: I can’t wait! As the bell sounds, both competitors meet in the center of the ring and lock up, jockeying for position. Karma gets Fujiko in a hammerlock, but she quickly counters, snatching him down and putting him on the mat with a side headlock takedown. Karma adjusts and captures Fujiko in a leg scissors headlock, but Fujiko quickly counters that, rolling and flipping forward for a jack knife pin. ONE! . . NO! Kris Cruise: Fujiko looking to end this one early. Karma quickly kicks out and both competitors scramble to their feet. Once they're up, Fujiko snatches him into a side headlock. She cranks it a bit before Karma shoves her off and sends her towards the ropes. As she rebounds, he throws out a clothesline that Fujiko easily ducks. She continues on towards the ropes and bounces back, only to get caught with a snapping scoop power slam from the Karmic One. He then makes the lateral press, roughly digging his forearm into her cheek during the process. ONE! . . NO! Stephy Auger: Johnny Karma is so dangerous in that ring, Kris. He can turn the match around just like that. Kris Cruise: But it’s going to take more than that to put Fujiko away. This time Fujiko kicks out at the one count. Karma pushes to his feet and lifts Fujiko to hers. He drives a series of knees to her midsection before backing her up and whipping her into the corner turnbuckle, and charging in right behind her. Fujiko grabs the ropes and hoists herself up. She catches Karma with her legs and does a beautiful corner slingshot headscissors takedown, that drives Karma directly into the turnbuckle and staggers him. She rolls away to create some distance and then quickly springs to her feet. She turns back around and surges forward, leaping into the air and connecting with a spinning wheel kick. She pounces back to her feet and then catches Karma with a running facebuster as he staggers from the corner, to cheers from the crowd. She then goes for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Stephy Auger: So close! Karma gets a shoulder up. Fujiko pulls him to a kneeling position and then fires off a couple of shoot kicks to his chest. She then hits the ropes, storming back and delivering a big drop kick to cheers from the crowd. She goes for the pin once again. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! The Karmic Lion is able to force his way out. Fujiko rises to her feet and gives Karma a few hard boot to the side of his head before making her way over towards the ropes. As she climbs, Karma brings himself to a kneeling position. He spies Fujiko heading up top and storms over, rocking her with a leaping European Uppercut that sends her flying off the ropes and crashing to the outside. Kris Cruise: That didn’t look good. Stephy Auger: She looks to have landed reasonably well, hopefully she isn’t too hurt after that fall. Karma staggers around, holding his head, still feeling the effects of those boots. He shakes out the cobwebs and watches as Fujiko begins to climb to her feet. He breaks for the ropes, gaining momentum as he storms back, looking to connect with a baseball slide. Fujiko sidesteps, and Karma lands on his feet, but he's quickly rocked by a huge roundhouse kick that lands plush. Stephy Auger: Judging by that kick, I’d say Fujiko is in fine shape! Karma falls to a kneeling position, holding his head and Fuji slowly rolls into the ring. She climbs to her feet, motioning for Karma to get up, and as soon as he begins to, she hits the ropes, and goes soaring over with a corkscrew plancha to cheers from the crowd! She drags him to his feet and then rolls him into the ring. Climbing in after him and attempting the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The Karmic Lion manages to kick out. Fujiko rises to her feet and makes her way back over towards the ropes once again. She climbs up and then flies off connecting with a huge missile dropkick to the former Pride champion. She then scrambles over to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Kris Cruise: So many near falls, but neither competitor wants to give in that easily. Once again Karma kicks out at the count of two. Fujiko stands him up and backs him into the ropes. She attempts to whip him across the ring, but Johnny reverses it, sending her speeding towards the ropes instead. He kneels down, looking to go for a back body drop, but Fujiko rolls across his back and lands behind him. When Karma turns around, Fujiko attempts to kick him but Karma catches her leg. He shakes his head at her, before sweeping her other leg out from under her and forcefully shoving her down to the mat as he applies a figure four! Stephy Auger: A figure four leglock! This could be it, Kris. Kris Cruise: The pain is clear on Fujiko’s face right now. Fujiko shrieks in pain as the ref drops to see if she wants to give up, but she furiously shakes her head no. This only causes Karma to apply more pressure to the hold. Fujiko falls back, raking her hands through her hair, still refusing to give up as the referee continuously asks her. She plants her palms into the mat, and pushes, desperately trying to inch her way towards the ropes. Finally, she makes a final lunge and manages to grab hold of the bottom rope. Kris Cruise: Fujiko might have just saved herself! Karma doesn't break the hold right away however, Instead he keeps it locked on to the last possible second, right before the ref hits that five count. He lets go of the hold, and staggers back to his feet, a cocky smirk on his face as he seems to have gained the advantage momentarily. He walks over to Fujiko and lifts her to a hobbled but standing position and then hops over the rope, connecting with the Macho Karma as he drives her throat against the ropes. Fujiko snaps back and falls to the mat hard, clutching at her throat, as Karma saunters around on the outside, his confidence growing as Ms. Baum gives him a round of applause. Stephy Auger: Don’t get too cocky, Karma. Kris Cruise: Next you’ll tell the sky not to be blue. Karma slides back into the ring, and snatches Fujiko back into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Fujiko musters up enough strength to kick out. Karma gets to his feet and then completely works her over with the Karmic Stomp, before snatching her up off the mat and connecting with the Bum Trip! He then goes for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Once again, Mine is able to kick out. Karma snatches her up and then hits her with the Dynamite Karma. He goes for another pin attempt. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Fujiko gets a shoulder up. Stephy Auger: Johnny Karma is giving this everything he has, but Fujiko just keeps kicking out. Kris Cruise: He’s not looking too cocky now. Karma grabs her by the head and begins lifting Fujiko to a vertical position. She fires off a right hand, but it doesn't seem to do much damage as Karma responds by driving a knee right to Fuji's midsection. He then pulls her up and delivers a scoop slam, before making his ways towards the ropes and connecting with a second rope fist drop. He crawls over and goes for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Kris Cruise: So close, but Fujiko is still in this one. The former Legacy champion somehow musters up enough strength to kick out at the count of two. On the outside, Cherry Baum covers her face in disbelief, having thought J-K had ended the match once and for all. Karma sits up, visibly frustrated that Fujiko refuses to stay down. He glances at Fuji who is all but out of it, and then glances towards the ropes. He gets to his feet and makes his way over towards the ropes. He climbs up and holds his arms in the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd before leaping off, looking to connect with From The Stars Above. But Fujiko rolls out of the way. Stephy Auger: She moved! Fujiko moved out of the way! Kris Cruise: Can she capitalize? The crowd roars as Karma crashes to the mat hard. He rolls around the ring, clutching his elbow in agony, giving Fujiko a moment to get her wits back. She slowly rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up, just as Karma is getting back to his feet. Once he's up, Fujiko storms towards him and delivers the 4-Play to cheers from the crowd. She quickly crawls back, scrambling to make the pin on the downed Karma. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE-NO! Karma manages to get a shoulder up which draws a mixed reaction from the crowd. But soon the crowd's reaction becomes a unanimous one as a resounding 'This Is Awesome' chant breaks out in appreciation of the both competitor's efforts. Fujiko staggers to her feet, seemingly having found her second wind. She heads out onto the apron and then makes her way up the turnbuckle. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as she reaches the top and balances herself. She then soars through the air and connects with The Hot Spring Skinny Dip to cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: The single leg dropkick connects! Stephy Auger: This could be it, if she can just make the cover. The impact takes its toll on her as well, as she bounces up, holding her midsection. She fights through the pain however, rolling back and going for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NOOOO! NO! Johnny Karma manages to get a shoulder up once again. On the outside, Cherry is looking as if she's in the midst of a panic attack, as she glares into the ring shaking her head. She begins pounding on the mat, calling for Karma to get up. Fujiko has already risen to her feet. She crouches in the corner, patiently waiting for Karma to stagger to his feet. Once he’s up, she charges forward, leaping into the air and connecting with a big hurricanrana to cheers from the crowd. She hooks the leg and leans forward for added leverage on the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-- NO!!!! Johnny Karma gets a shoulder up! Fujiko sits up shaking her head. She runs her hands through her hair, seemingly at a loss. Kris Cruise: These two are giving this everything they have, Stephy. She gets to her feet, and grabs Karma by the head, leading him back up to a standing position. Karma grabs hold of her legs however and snatches them out from underneath her. He holds one foot in his hands as he looks around at the crowd and attempts to put her in another figure four. Fujiko doesn't let it happen however, forcefully kicking Karma away causing him to stumble forward. She rolls to her feet and as soon as Karma regains his footing and turns around, she bursts forward, looking to connect with the Lucky Shot! But Karma sidesteps it! As Fujiko lands and turns around, she is blasted right in the face with a Check Your Chicklets! Karma drops down to make the pin. Stephy Auger: This has to be it! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREEE?!!! NOOOOOO!!! Kris Cruise: How!? How did she kick out of that? Fujiko kicks out and Karma is beside himself, holding up three fingers to the ref. Seeing that arguing won't make a difference, Karma climbs to his feet. He plucks Fujiko off the mat and whips her into the ropes. Fujiko hits a handspring and bounces off the ropes. She leaps back into the air, looking to connect with a Handspring Rebound Ace Crusher… But Karma sees it coming. He sidesteps, catching her by the hair and roughly yanks her out the air and down to the mat. Fujiko crashes with a hard thud. She rolls through the impact, grimacing in pain and holding the back of her head as she rises to her feet and stumbles right into a boot from Karma, who then delivers Dazed and Confused and All Messed Up!!! Karma crawls over and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and new number one contender to the Pride Championship … JOHNNY KARMA! The ref calls for the bell as Karma just lies there, fatigued. Cherry Baum slides into the ring and pulls him to a kneeling position as the ref comes and raises his hand. Stephy Auger: Fujiko Mine put up one hell of a fight, but Johnny Karma walks out of All Star Showdown as the new number one contender to the Pride Championship. Kris Cruise: Full credit to both competitors, they gave it everything they had. Stephy Auger: Now we just need to find out if Johnny Karma will be facing Mia Scott or Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine at Above & Beyond IV in a couple of months time – that match is later tonight! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:32:18 GMT -5
Cameras cut back inside the Bren Events Center, focusing on the FGA faithful packed inside the building. The cameras zoom in on a number of signs the fans were holding up in the air and then pans over to the commentators table at ringside.
Kris Cruise: It’s been one hell of a night so far, and we still have so much more to go!
Stephy Auger: That’s right, Kris! We still have three title matches on the way, along with --
Suddenly, Stephy stops speaking once he hears the sounds of a familiar tune. "Low Self Opinion" by Rollins Band fills the arena speakers, the crowd immediately reacting with a gasp, while the commentators stare blankly at the entrance ramp.
Kris Cruise: That’s… That’s Dom Harter’s theme song!
Stephy Auger: But he’s still suspended! Isn’t he?!
Kris Cruise: Guess not! Dom Harter is here at All-Star Showdown 4!
The cameras pan over to the entrance ramp, but the lights immediately go off. The crowd stirs in anticipation as “Low Self Opinion” continues to play over the arena speakers. Suddenly, a strobe light begins to flash all over the entrance ramp, making the person standing atop the entrance ramp barely visible with their back turned to the cameras.
Stephy Auger: That’s him! That’s Dom Harter!
Kris Cruise: I guess the powers that be lifted his suspension a bit early…
The strobelights continue going off until they finally stop. The arena was pitch black until the lights brightened up a bit, just enough to see Dom on the entrance ramp wearing jeans, a leather jacket, a hood over his head, and… platform shoes?
Stephy Auger: Hold on a minute… Why is Dom wearing disco shoes? Did he shrink or something during his time off?
Kris Cruise: Not that I know of. He looked to be the same size he’s always been during the SCW shows when I checked those out. And don’t you think that person standing at the top of the stage is a little too… thin to be Dom?
Stephy Auger: I really wasn’t trying to check him out, Kris. Plus, it was too dark to see anything before!
The lights in the arena get brighter and brighter, the camera zooming closer toward the person standing atop the ramp dressed as Dom Harter. Now, only a few feet away, it’s clear to tell by the figure that the person at the top of the ramp was definitely not Dom Harter. The crowd begins to stir as the person slowly turns around with their head tucked down. “Low Self Opinion” cuts out as the person takes a step down the ramp, the hood still over their head. Suddenly, “Pretty Little Psycho” by Porcelain Black takes over the speakers, and the hooded figure pulls the hood from HER head!
Stephy Auger: Holy shit!
Kris Cruise: IT’S CYNCITY! CYNCITY’S BACK! WE HAVEN’T SEEN HER SINCE THE GOLD RUSH RUMBLE!
Stephy Auger: This crowd has come unglued, Kris!
There was a big initial pop for Cyncity since the fans of FGA haven’t seen her since Glory Road, but after a few seconds, the boos began coming through. Cyn simply smiles as she looks around at the crowd, a noticeable streak of blonde in her hair. She saunters down the entrance ramp, her cheeks beginning to blush a little bit.
Kris Cruise: Wow. She really did dye her hair like Dom’s!
Stephy Auger: That prooooooobably won’t go over well with Harter. I mean, it’s one thing to tweet a picture, but it’s another to show up at the company Dom calls home looking like Dom Harter.
Cyn runs her fingers through her hair as she steps down the entrance ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans at ringside on her way to the ring. She makes her way up the steps and walks to the middle of the apron, turning around to look at the crowd. The boos were drowned out by the cheers, but there were some people in the audience who obvously hadn’t forgotten about the things Cyncity did and said before her hiatus from FGA.
Kris Cruise: Surprising reaction for Cyn here. Some boos, some cheers, but I think just about everyone in the building tonight is happy to see Cyncity back in an FGA ring.
Stephy Auger: Everyone but Dom Harter, but he’s not here tonight so you’re probably right. Hell, I’m glad to see her back!
Kris Cruise: Now the question is...what is she doing here?
Stephy Auger: Um, she works here, Cruise.
Kris Cruise: You know what I meant!
Cyn enters the ring and spins around in a circle as her music begins to die down. She steps over toward the ropes near the ring announcer, reaches her hand out and gets handed a microphone by J.A. Aldridge.
Cyncity: Um… hi?
The crowd starts a Cyncity chant, but you could still hear some boo’s directed at her.
Cyncity: I sorta expected everyone to boo me right now. You know, with everything I did and said before I left. Basically turning my back on every fan that I had, and now… I make my return by trolling you guys into believing that Dom was making his oh so triumphant return to FGA!
The crowd boos at the mere mention of Harter, Cyn sliding her fingers through her hair.
Cyncity: But it sounds like you guys really, really, really don’t like Dom. You hate him more than me, and even though that’s a good thing for me! It doesn’t make me feel any less like crap after all the stunts I pulled before I took my little… vacation from FGA.
She pauses momentarily, thinking over her words before she spoke back up.
Cyncity: There were so many reasons surrounding why I left. It wasn’t just ONE simple thing that could’ve been fixed with time. It was a whole buncha stuff! Like… it was the beginning of the summertime and my son had just finished up his first full year of school. I didn’t wanna be on the road constantly while he was on summer vacation. See, I have always been and always will be a mother first. You people in the crowd right now with your kids here tonight know exactly what I’m talking about. You wish you had more time to spend with your kids, but the problem with that is… You has to work. You has to work and work A LOT to support your families. Me? I’ve been blessed to be financially comfortable enough that I don’t has to constantly work my doopie off all the time. I could sit at home with my son every single day and just watch cartoons, or go swimming, or go to a theme park. That’s important to me, and it always will be.
The camera pans around to the families with their kids in arena before turning back to Cyncity.
Cyncity: So, that’s reason number one. Reason number two: I didn’t like who I was becoming. For the second time in my career, I became gold and power hungry. I burned bridges and did everything in my power to get myself some kinda championship gold, and during that time… I lost myself… again. That wasn’t the first time that happened, but I swear on Stitch that it will be the last!
The crowd pops for Cyn’s promise as the Sex Sells half leans back against the ropes.
Cyncity: I ruined friendships that I’ll probably never be able to fix. I said really mean things to people who didn’t deserve it. I even started cussin’ at people! And we all know how much I don’t like to curse! My mommy nearly kicked my butt when she saw all these curse words on my Twitter page! But, that’s besides the point. I was seriously turning into the people that I dislike the most in this world, and I needed some time to reevaluate everything. I needed some time to think over whether or not this wrestling thing was what I still wanted to do. And if it was, did I still want to be here…
She points at the canvas beneath her feet.
Cyncity:...in FGA.
She pulls the microphone away from her lips and thinks over her next words. The crowd waits for Cyn to answer, a small “Cyncity” chant breaking out.
Cyncity: And after some thinking and some conversations with a few peoples, I realized that…
She pauses, tilting her head down before she speaks back up.
Cyncity: I’m never going to leave again.
The crowd pops big after Cyn’s words, a smile forming on her face.
Cyncity: And since Dom feels some sorta way about me eliminating him from the Gold Rush Rumble and preventing that threepeat that he wanted so badly from happening… Welp, I’ll be right here whenever his suspension runs up with my hair dyed and my wrestling boots on! I’ll be waiting, and I’ll be ready for whatever the heck happens! Dom Harter never has and never will scare me, and if he wants to go?!
She turns her head and looks directly at the camera.
Cyncity: You know where I’ll be.
Cyn drops the microphone and steps out of the ring as “Pretty Little Psycho” fills the arena speakers. Cyn slaps some of the fans hands, and then pulls a sign away from a fan that reads “We want Cyncity” on it. Cyn shows it to the camera and yells out “She’s baaaaaaaaaack” before she makes her way up the entrance ramp and to the backstage area.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:32:43 GMT -5
Pride Championship Match
(c) Mia Scott vs. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine As RetcH's "Graceful Jewelry Removal" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him(never the same group of women). He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out. "n****s pussy I should sprinkle them with glitter, for real my n****."After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring as he instructs the females to have the ropes held for him by the time he gets to ringside. With the ladies seated on the middle rope, Tony ignores them and walks up the steps and into the ring on his own. Tony laughs as he stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to the group of females as they step off the apron. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest will be contested under Pride Rules and it is for the FGA Pride Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 179 pounds! He is SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE! Kris Cruise: Here we are with our second of four title matches tonight. You thought things were tense between Noelle Smith, Yun Goeun and Izzy Anders? Well, it’s tenfold in this one! Stephy Auger: Despite whatever feelings there might have been between Izzy and Noelle or even Noelle and Yun… Noelle and Yun respected each other. Yun and Izzy respected each other. Even Izzy respected Noelle as a champion. These two right here do not respect each other. Tony doesn’t respect Mia as a champion. Mia despises Tony. I’d be surprised if these two can abide by Pride Rules for more than two minutes. The lights in the majority of the arena dim, focusing on the entrance ramp as the intro to Fireflight’s “Stand Up” starts to play through the PA system. Look at all the lonely hearts
Shivering out in the dark
Hiding from the truth, cover up the proof...
Demons that I’ve tried to hide
Imprison me in my own lies
And all that I can do is cover up the proof... As the intro plays, the lights dim more and more, until even the entrance ramp is only barely lit. It holds that dimness for a moment or two, but the song kicks off rather abruptly, and as Mia enthusiastically runs out onto the stage, the lights kick back up to full power. Don’t be afraid...to...
STAND UP!
Stand up if you’re broken
STAND UP!
Stand up if you feel ashamed
You are not alone when you hurt this way J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Fulham, London, England! Weighing in at 126 pounds, she is the reigning… defending… Pride Champion! She is MIA SCOTT! Mia makes a quick trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by. She circles around the ring, sliding under the bottom rope before making her way to the nearest turnbuckle, pointing out toward the fans for a moment before hopping down, settling back in the corner. Kris Cruise: Mia’s looking to smash Tony into the ground after what he’s said and done over the last several weeks. Stephy Auger: Mia and Evangelista were putting on what surely would have become a match for the ages. But Tony had to ruin things by laying them both out. And why? Out of jealousy? He’s just made that Mia gets the love that he doesn’t. He’s just made that she did what he couldn’t by defeating Harter for the title. For someone that’s supposed to be so sure of himself, he sure does come off petty. After explaining the Pride Rules to both participants, the ref instructs them to shake hands. Despite how much Mia loathes him, Mia is willing to extend her hand so that she doesn't get docked a rope break. Tony then smirks as he emphatically shakes her hand… and doesn't let go. The bell sounds as Mia’s met with a hard kick to the midsection that doubles her over. Tony then grabs her by her curly locks, runs forward and flings her over the top rope, sending her crashing hard to the floor. As Mia arches her back in pain on the outside, Tony drops and rolls to the outside. From there, he makes a beeline over to the timekeeper, whom he grabs by the shirt collar and throws out of his seat. Tony then looks down and spies the black steel chair. Sunshine Scandalous scoops up the cheers and closes it empathically before making his way back over towards Mia. Kris Cruise: No, no, no, no, no... Stephy Auger: Tony, you don’t want to do this... The ref gets in between Tony and Mia. But Tony isn’t going to listen. So he palms the ref’s face and shoves him out of the way. After grabbing the legs of the chair with both hands, he tightens his grip. Stephy Auger: Tony, not like this! Tony, Tony, Tony… When Mia finally gets back to her feet and turns around, Tony clobbers her over the head with the steel chair. The crowd erupts into boos as Mia is out cold. Tony throws down the chair and smiles, proud of what he’s just done. The ref immediately signals for the bell. SCOTT - 1
CARMINE - 0 Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine just walloped Mia Scott with that steel chair. He just cost himself a rope break and a pinfall. But I don’t think he even cares. The crowd continues to rain boos down on Tony as he goes over, picks up Mia’s unconscious body and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he drags Mia to the center of the ring. From there, Tony circles the ring, doing his best to kill the rest of the mandatory rest period. Kris Cruise: He did this on purpose! He sacrificed a pinfall so that he could get one right back! Stephy Auger: He is a former Pride Champion. It’s no surprise that he knows how to manipulate the rules. After 30 seconds is up, the ref reluctantly rings the bell. From there, Tony takes his sweet time making his way over towards Mia. Once Mia’s at his feet, Tony slowly gets down on one knee, then the other. He then lays down across Mia with a lateral press as the crowd erupts into boos... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! SCOTT - 1
CARMINE - 1 Kris Cruise: I bet he’s real proud of himself. Stephy Auger: I don’t think he even cares. He just evened things up and Mia still looks out of it. Once the mandatory rest period has ended, the bell sounds as Tony once again takes his sweet time making his way back over towards Mia. He then drops down to his knees and makes the cover as the crowd erupts into boos. ONE! . . Mia kick’s out, garnering cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Tony’s not going to get two cheap pinfalls in a row over her. Tony looks down at Mia, then at the ref, then back at Mia. He once again makes the cover; this time, hooking the leg. ONE! . . The crowd cheers as Mia kicks out. Tony picks up Mia, grabs her by the hair, marches into the corner and goes to slam her face-first into the top turnbuckle. But Mia blocks the move, grabs Tony and slams his face-first into the top turnbuckle while the crowd counts along. Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! Mia turns Tony around, applies a Muay Thai Clinch and delivers a series of knee strikes to the face. The last strike sends Tony slumping down in the corner. From there, Mia repeatedly knees Tony in the face. She then reaches down with her foot and chokes him. The crowd cheers while the ref gives her until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Mia reluctantly lets go. After reaching down and pulling Tony back up to his feet, she whips him into the opposite corner. Mia runs across the ring, but Tony nails her with an elbow to the face, sending her stumbling back. Tony then runs out of the corner. But Mia tackles him down with a double leg takedown. Once she’s able to get into full mount, she rains down 12-to-6 elbows on Tony’s face as the crowd goes wild. Tony tries to cover up. But some of the elbows still pierce through his defense. She then transitions into a lateral press, making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia picks up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Mia throws him down with a belly to belly suplex as the crowd cheers. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia picks up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Mia bends over to set up a back body drop. Tony counters with a sunset flip. But Mia rolls through it and counters with a dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia picks up Tony and knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. After delivering a series of alternating knee strikes to the face, she hooks his arms and plants him with a double underhook snap DDT. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Tony gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Mia’s taken it to Tony after getting knocked out with that chair shot. Stephy Auger: She said she was going to snap him in two. I’d say she’s well on her way if she keeps this up. Mia picks up Tony, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tony around, she delivers a shoot kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Mia then grabs Tony by the wrist and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tony stumbles back, Mia goes for a German Suplex. But Tony blocks the move. So Mia tries for another German Suplex. But again, Tony blocks the move. Tony then repeatedly elbows Mia in the face until the hold is broken. From there, he runs into the ropes. But Mia runs right beside him. When Tony comes back, he stops and sees Mia not in front of him. When he turns, Mia runs back, grabs him and delivers the Royal Treatment. The crowd explodes into cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Tony gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: The score may be all tied up. But this match has been all Mia for the last several minutes. Stephy Auger: She’s unleashing a lot of pent up frustration on Tony. But this isn’t just for her. It’s for Evangelista, Annie and everyone else he’s disrespected in recent weeks. Mia picks up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, she delivers a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia then quickly turns, grabs that same shoulder and tries to apply a cross armbreaker. But Tony clasps his hands, preventing Mia from hyper extending his arm. Mia continues to tug back, trying to break apart the grip. Tony then rolls over, pushing Mia’s shoulders onto the mat. ONE! . . TWO! . . Mia kicks out, sending Tony back down to the canvas and into a cross armbreaker. The crowd cheers as Tony groans in pain. Kris Cruise: Mia’s got the submission applied. She could snap his arm in two right here! The ref asks Tony if he wants to give up. But Tony won’t quit. He then reaches over and grabs the bottom rope, using up his second rope break. This crowd boos as the ref gives Mia until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Mia reluctantly breaks the hold. She then picks up Tony and whips him into the corner. After sizing him up, Mia charges across the ring. But Tony stuns her with an elbow to the face, then delivers a snapmare into the turnbuckle. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Mia gets her shoulder up. Tony picks up Mia and delivers a snap suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Mia gets her shoulder up. Tony picks up Mia and repeatedly knees Mia in the midsection, doubling her over. He then places her in an abdominal stretch. The ref asks Mia if she wants to give up. But Mia won’t quit. While the ref is still checking in on Mia, Tony slowly reaches back and pulls on the middle rope, increasing the pressure of the hold. Kris Cruise: Some blatant cheating right there by Tony and this crowd is letting him have it. Tony quickly lets go just before the ref looks up. He looks at Tony, who swears up and down that he’s done nothing wrong. The ref then turns his attention back to Mia, asking her if she wants to give up. But again, Mia refuses to quit. While the ref continue to check on her, Tony reaches back and pulls on the middle rope, causing Mia to shriek in pain. Stephy Auger: He’s doing it again! How does the ref not see this? Tony lets go just before the ref looks up at him. The ref looks at the rope, which is still shaking. He then turns back to Tony and narrows his eyes. As the ref goes to check on Mia, Tony reaches back again to use the ropes. But this time, the ref catches him red handed. The ref then kicks Tony’s hands off the ropes. After Tony throws down Mia, he and the ref get into it. Kris Cruise: You can hear the ref warning Tony that if he catches him cheating or doing anything illegal more time, he’s taking away his third and final robe break. Stephy Auger: I don’t think Tony liked that one bit... Tony marches away from the ref. He then picks up Mia and whips her hard into the corner. As Mia stumbles from out of the corner, Tony hoists her up and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Mia gets her shoulder up. Tony sits her up and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Mia if she wants to give up. But again, Mia refuses to quit. So Tony slips his hands up and transitions into a fish hook. The crowd boos as Mia can be heard groaning in pain. The ref then docks Tony his third and final rope break. The crowd explodes into cheers upon seeing this transpire. Kris Cruise: That’s it. Tony’s out of rope breaks. If he gets pinned or put in a submission, he’s on his own. Stephy Auger: Good. After screaming at the ref, Tony turns to Mia. He then proceeds to repeatedly stomps away at her head as the crowd boos. He then picks up Mia and throws her down with a scoop slam. From there, he marches into the corner, where he scales the turnbuckles. Once Tony gets to the top turnbuckle, he flips off, going for a Phoenix Splash. But Mia gets her knees up. Kris Cruise: Tony just came crashing down across Mia’s knees! Stephy Auger: Mia had that move well scouted and Tony’s paying for it. As Tony curls up and guards his midsection, Mia slowly rolls over towards the ropes. The crowd’s beginning to rally behind the Pride Champion. After pulling herself up using the ropes, she turns and zeroes in on Tony. As Tony turns and gets up on one knees, Mia runs over and nails him with a Shining Wizard. Kris Cruise: Mia just drove that know right into Tony’s face! I wonder if he still thinks she has an inferior Shining Wizard? Mia gets back to her feet and heads into the ropes, where she once again waits for Tony. When Tony gets up on one knee, she runs over and nails him with another Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Not after that one. Mia can be seen crawling over into the corner. She then reaches up and pulls herself back up to a vertical base. After turning around, she frantically waves up Tony. Once Tony gets in position, Mia darts from out of the corner and clobbers him with a third Shining Wizard, causing the crowd to explode into cheers. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia picks up Tony and repeatedly knees him in the midsection, doubling him over. She then turns and takes off into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Tony doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He turns turns and takes off into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Mia knocks him down with a dropkick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Tony gets his shoulder up. Mia picks up Tony, quickly grabs him from behind and goes for another German Suplex. But again, Tony blocks it. After stomping on her foot, Tony performs a standing switch. He then tries for a German of his own. But after Mia is hurled over his head, she’s somehow able to land on her feet. So she runs into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Tony gets up and throws out a clothesline. But again, Mia ducks and runs into the ropes. When Mia comes back, Tony knocks her down with a reverse discus elbow. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Mia gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd. Tony picks up Mia, heads into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Mia around, Tony climbs up onto the turnbuckles and goes to swing his hips. But Mia quickly grabs him, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Tony’s doubled over, she turns Tony around and delivers a bridging German Suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Tony turns over to get his shoulder up. But Mia turns over with him and never lets go of the hold. After pulling Tony back to his feet, Mia goes for another German. But Tony flips over her shoulder and lands on his feet. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Mia nails him with a knee to the midsection, sending him flipping over over her knee on the way down to the canvas. When Tony turns over on one knee, Mia runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Tony gets up and turns her inside out with a clothesline. He then picks up Mia, hoists her up and delivers It’s Always Sunny in Sicily. While Mia’s down, Tony marches into the corner, where he scales the turnbuckles. After reaching the top rope, Tony flips off, connecting with the Phoenix Splash. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd explodes into cheers as Mia gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: She got her shoulder up in time! Stephy Auger: How did she do that!? Tony crouches down, waiting impatiently for Mia to get up. Once Mia slowly turns over and gets up on one knee, Tony harges over and connects with #PimpShit. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Graceful Jewelry Removal” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts into boos. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… and now, the NEW Pride Champion, TONY CARMINE! Tony gets his arm raised and is then handed the Pride Championship belt. Tony raises the belt over his head as the crowd responds with jeers and boos. Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine wins, becoming only the second two-time Pride Champion. Stephy Auger: Tony beat Mia. But let’s not act like that chairshot didn’t play a major part in this. All he did was prove Mia right with his actions here tonight. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:33:03 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a dark room, lit by a single, flickering light. A quiet, almost eerie whistle is heard as the light sways back and forth, barely illuminating the small room. The camera slowly pans down to reveal a man standing, his back to it, wearing a long trench coat with a hood over his head. He begins speaking in a oddly familiar voice.
???: A journey, a message ... something simple, yet effective. I put everything into you, but got nothing in return. I sacrificed my well-being, my future and my soul. This is how you repay me for all that I've done? Do you have any clue what you've done to me?
The man in the trench coat reaches back, grabbing onto his hood with both hands. He unhurriedly turns around whilst pulling the hood off of his head to reveal just why his voice was familiar. Donning the same mask that he wore months back when he tormented FGA stands Mirage, glaring into the camera from behind that very mask.
Mirage: I believed in good. I believed in just. I believed in right ... but you changed that. Now, all I believe in is the wicked, the evil and the diseased. You've corrupted me. I bled for you, both physically and mentally, and all you did was take the knife I shoved into myself, twisted it and pushed it in further. You murdered what little bit of innocence I had left. And for that, I will never forgive you ... Mirage.
His voice changed completely as he said the name of the man whom is known for wearing that mask. He reaches up to his feet and grabs a hold of the mask, proceeding to take it off and reveal his face. Underneath that mask was not the face of Danny Diamond, the man Mirage shared a body with. Behind it was the face of Joey Miles, Mirage's former protege. Joey holds the mask up to his face, staring into it as he licks his lips, before nonchalantly tossing it over his shoulder. He looks back at the camera.
Joey Miles: Surprisingly not a hard voice to get down, heh. Mirage ... oooh, Mirage. You used me. You used me for your own selfish needs. You promised me the world and gave me nothing. Now look at you, burnt to ashes. You're gone and you're never coming back, all courtesy of the tiny mind you corrupted into doing your work for you. I'm probably confusing some of you watching right now, ain't I? Well, let me explain. For those unaware, my name is Joey Miles. Maybe you in FGA would recognize me better as Abaddon, though, the name given to me by Mirage. See, Mirage, that delightful little psychopath, thought he could use me, as well as two other "loyal followers" to get what he wanted. He claimed he just wanted to spread a message, but I soon learned the bullshit in that. He just wanted the world to fear him. Once I realized he was just another normal man with some serious lunacy issues, I didn't fear him. In fact, I did to him what he attempted to do to Christina Holiday. You remember that, yes? Mirage kidnapping Chaz's poor sister and damn near setting her on fire. Well, a few months ago, in a place known as HKW, I confronted him. I told him I was done being his messenger and, well, you can probably guess where that went. Yup, up in flames.
Joey lets out a slight chuckle.
Joey Miles: Since I removed Mirage from my life, things have been ... interesting, to say the least. Things have been looking up for me, relatively speaking. But, now with Mirage gone, I feel as though many new paths have opened up for me. I feel like this new breath of life in my lungs. I'm fucking excited. I've got competition in HKW, competition in XWA, but that's not enough. I want more. I want the fame, the money, the glory. Mirage was hungry for chaos. I'm hungry for a fight. So, here I am. Frontier Grappling Arts, a place where some of the best enter the squared circle to fight for prestige. I want in. I slayed the beast in Mirage, now I want to take out each and every person put in front of me, all for one goal; to be worthy of being called a legend.
Miles looks up at the swaying and flickering light, his eyes following it.
Joey Miles: I'm not a religious man. I don't believe in a benevolent, all seeing, all knowing force looking down at us. But that's not to say I don't believe in God. I simply believe that God isn't so much a being, rather God is that sense of hope you feel in the pit of your chest when you know something is within reach. The thing is, while God is in each and every one of us, we can't all reach him. It's up to us to bring out that hope, to fulfill our wildest dreams. If you dig deep enough, you can do it, but not everyone has that kind of power. And, of course, God is not alone.
He looks back down at the camera.
Joey Miles: There's somebody us inside of us. This entity is known as Satan. If God is the hope, then what would that make Satan? Well, Satan is the tools needed to utilize that hope – that barbaric, animalistic, demented mindset needed to pull the hope out and make something of it. It's rare enough to find somebody who has found the God inside of them. It's even rarer to find somebody who can control their Satan in unison with God. If you can find your hope and you can find the maniacal tools to utilize it, you will achieve true success. That's what I believe, at least. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right. Who knows? One thing, however, is for sure. I'm here now and I'm not going to leave without making an impact. Whether you love me or you hate me, you will learn to respect me. That's all I want.
Joey pulls the hood back over his head as he goes to turn around. He stops, briefly looking back at the camera.
Joey Miles: Y'know, Mirage was right about one thing. ... Chaos is pretty fucking awesome.
"Satan's Protege" lets out another chuckle before turning and walking away, whistling as he does so. The camera looks back up at the still swaying and flickering light, before the scene fades out.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:33:42 GMT -5
Jimmy Page vs. Zero McHannon
J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers. The music picks up a little bit, but eventually slows back down and to a complete stop after half a minute. The bass hits again, this time it lights up the top of the ramp in a bright white light as Zero McHannon walks through the curtain with his manager, Gambino, walking out shortly after him. “Hide my face again, harbor in the shadows,
Feel this weight of sin, hammering away...
DIEEE!! With the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers,
DIEEE!! Watch the scythe usher me astray…” Gambino is standing on one side of the ramp, trying to pump the crowd up as Zero makes his way down the rampway. He reaches out to his right, letting the fans reach over the barrier to touch him, then he does the same with his left. Zero makes his way to the bottom, touches the ring post, and slides into the ring on the side. He instantly bounces to his feet after sliding in, while Gambino takes the steps to the ring. “I can’t go on this way,
Not as I am today,
The ugly side of me is strong....
Take aim a loaded gun,
Pulls back on all who run,
A coward’s truth inside the wrong...” Zero McHannon climbs the nearest turnbuckle spread his arms and begins to yell towards the crowd as they do their best to cheer over him. He freezes for a moment, taking in the atmosphere, then hops from the corner ropes, and tests the mat under his feet. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… Residing in Long Island, New York… ZERO MCHANNON!! He is talking to himself as he crosses the ring and stands up on this turnbuckle, pointing to the crowd, and slapping himself in the chest. Finally, he hops down and meets up with his manager in the middle of the ring. THIS MEANS WARRRR!!! In the middle of the ring, his manager gives Zero some hard taps in the head, trying to psych him up for the match ahead. Kris Cruise: I gotta admit. This is one of the matches I’m looking forward to the most. Stephy Auger: You and me both, Kris. Both Zero and Page have been at each others throats since Zero debuted in FGA, and it all started with a simple stare from Jimmy Page. Kris Cruise: But things have certainly escalated since then. Just a few weeks ago we saw Jimmy Page leave Zero and Gambino laying, and tonight… Zero McHannon gets his revenge. Stephy Auger: Or does Jimmy Page have a little something extra in store for Zero? You really never know with that guy. Regardless, this should be one hell of a contest. Once it seems like he is ready, he goes to his corner to wait for the start of the match, stretching himself out at the turnbuckle. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent… 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. J.A. Aldridge: From Flint, Mich-- Just as J.A. was ready to announce Jimmy Page, Zero McHannon slides out of the ring and charges up the ramp to spear Page down onto the ramp! Zero starts hammering away on Page’s face with right hands, then grabs the sides of his head and starts bashing Page’s skull off the entrance ramp! Kris Cruise: Doesn’t look like Zero’s giving Page a chance to even make his entrance! Stephy Auger: Can you blame him? Page has been messing with the guys head for weeks now, and Zero’s tired of it! Zero pushes himself up to his feet and starts putting the boots to a still down Jimmy Page. Zero hunches over and grabs Page by the head, lifting him up to his feet only for Page to jab him with a thumb to the eye! Gambino is heard in the background trying to cheer on his client, but he gets the attention of Jimmy Page. Page begins walking toward Beeno with his fist clenched, but before Page can attack, Zero leaps onto Page’s back and knocks him down onto the ramp! Zero starts wailing away on the back Zero’s head with clubbing rights and lefts. Zero lifts Page up to his feet again and whips right into the steel steps at ringside! Stephy Auger: Holy crap! Page hit his head hard off those steel steps! Kris Cruise: You don’t piss off an already angry man, Steph. Jimmy Page is paying for every single thing he’s done over the last couple of months to Zero. Hell, to just about every person on the roster. Stephy Auger: Including Annie! Kris Cruise: Indeed. Zero lets out a primal roar, the fans in attendance on their feet as they watch Zero beat the holy hell out of the former FGA World champion. Zero patiently waits for Page to push himself back up to his feet, and when he does, Zero charges forward, but Page tucks his shoulder and back body drops Zero over the protective guardrail at ringside, and right onto the laps of the people sitting in the front row! Zero looks at the audience members he was lying and quickly pushes himself up to his feet. He steps up onto the guardrail as Page shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Page finally turns around, and gets jumped on by a flying Zero McHannon! Zero takes Zero down once again and starts hammering away with right hands. Once he was done, Zero pushes himself off of Page and reaches his arm underneath the ring, pulling out a steel chair! Kris Cruise: Uh oh. This doesn’t look good for Page! Stephy Auger: But what about the match?! These two should be in the ring right now! Page is trying to crawl away up the ramp, but Zero is stalking over him with the chair in hand. WHAP! Zero swings the chair on Page’s back, making him fall to his stomach. He tries to crawl away a little faster, but Zero reaches back with the chair again and… WHAP! Another smack echoes throughout the arena as the fans start to cheer Zero on, reaching out over the rail to try and touch him, but his focus is on Page. Kris Cruise: Zero McHannon is trying to cripple Jimmy Page. Stephy Auger: You know what they say about karma, Kris. Zero pulls back for another shot by the chair, but Page rolls onto his back and kicks with both feet as soon as Zero is about to hammer away, causing the chair to shoot out of Zero’s hands, ricocheting back to hit him in the face! He stumbles backwards on the ramp, but Jimmy finally gets back to his feet at the top, staring Zero down. McHannon charges to the top of the ramp and throws himself at Page, but he’s caught in mid-air! The crowd moans as Page belly to belly suplexes Zero through the curtain behind him and vanishes! Page walks towards the curtain, but Zero flies out from behind it with a massive right jab right to Page’s face! Stephy Auger: They’re going the wrong way, Kris. The ring is right there, not back there! Kris Cruise: It doesn't appear that either of these guys give a damn about the match! They just want to fight! Page takes a few steps backwards after the impact, then yells as he charges forward, delivering a running big boot that sends McHannon tumbling back through the curtain. The cameras come closer as Jimmy Page pushes them away and makes his way towards the backstage area. Kris Cruise: I’m not sure what happened to this match anymore. They have to be in the ring for it begin, but they can’t do that from backstage. Stephy Auger: We need to get a cameraman back there! These two didn’t seem to be finished yet. A camera flicks on the screen and cuts into Page bouncing Zero’s head off the floor in the hallway. He lifts Zero back to his feet and throws him back first into the door across the hall. Zero is groggy as he stumbles to the middle of the hall, and is instantly thrown off the opposite wall! They come to the opening in the lobby, where Page throws Zero over one of the merchandise stands, causing it to crash to the floor and scatter the items everywhere. Page tries to find Zero in the assortment of t-shirts, but he doesn’t notice him until it’s too late. Zero pops out from behind the stand with a t-shirt and wraps it around Page’s face, throwing Page down with a surprise spinebuster. Zero rolls off to the side and shoots a look at Page, who is already climbing back to his feet once again. The fans in the lobby are cheering them on as both men charge each other, but it’s Page who locks Zero up into a bear hug. He edges his way towards the merchandise table behind him and puts McHannon through the table with an exploder suplex. Stephy Auger: The floor in the lobby isn’t like the one that surrounds the ring. Zero is going to feel that one for a while I bet. Kris Cruise: Wonder if the “you break it, you buy it” rule applies here. The fans have started to form a circle around the pair of wrestlers, watching them brawl in the lobby of the arena. Page starts to run his mouth at the crowd, pointing to Zero laid out through the broken table, and yells out “this is what he deserves”, as the fans start up a “Fuck You Page!” chant in the middle of the lobby. Page grabs his hair and begins to thrash around as they yell at him, making his way back over to Zero and lifting him back up by his beard. He whips Zero into the concession stand area as McHannon bounces hard into the countertops. Page runs forward, throwing a knee to Zero’s gut, but it misses! Zero rolls out of the way just in time and strikes back with a devastating clothesline that sends Page tumbling over the countertop. Jimmy uses a table inside the concession stand to keep his balance, but Zero has jumped over the countertop with a flying elbow that strikes Page right in the jaw! The crowd goes wild after the move, closing in the concession stand to watch more of the fight. McHannon throws his hair back, out of his eyes, but Page is reaching up and grabbing him by the line of his tights to try and keep Zero there. McHannon tries to pull away, but it only helps Page back to his feet after being dazed by the clothesline and elbow strike. Page delivers a couple of knees to Zero’s gut, then throws him face first into the popcorn machine, busting it wide open! Popcorn goes flying everywhere as Zero is down on the floor, holding his head in pain. Page is leaning against a table inside the concession stand, catching his breath and eating a piece of popcorn while he is at it. Kris Cruise: This is all just a sick and twisted game to Jimmy Page… He wants to show people that he should be the centerfold to FGA. Stephy Auger: As he’s trying to make McHannon pay for it. All in the same night, Page lost his World Title match and McHannon brought home the elimination record at Glory Road. It was hard to tell things were going to escalate between these two from there. Kris Cruise: Oh, it has escalated alright. These guys don’t even care if they’re in the ring! Page throws a handful of popcorn over his shoulder and walks toward Zero, but Zero storms up to his feet and spears Page through the exit door! Both men are now outside the arena, Zero on top of Page. Zero grabs the sides of Page’s head and smashes the back of his head against the concrete sidewalk over and over again! Zero finally stops, and rips Page up to his feet by his beard. Zero pulls Page by his beard toward the nearest car, and smashes Page’s off the hood! Kris Cruise: I knew I should’ve found a better parking space… Stephy Auger: Hahahaha. Zero rips Page’s head up once again, then smashes it against the car hood over and over again! Once Zero was done, Page falls back and lands on the concrete floor, Zero now climbing up to the car roof. Zero takes a quick glance at the the crowd outside the arena and then dives onto Page with a big elbow drop! Zero doesn’t stop there, quickly wrapping his arm around Page’s head and hitting him with a fury of right hands. Zero gets up to his feet and stomps on Page’s face before he hunches over and rips his rival up to his feet. Zero tries to pull Page toward the car, but Page kicks Zero in the midsection, spins him around, and hits Zero with a German suplex directly on the car hood! Another crowd of people come out the doors as Page hops up on the car hood and lifts Zero back to his feet. It looks like Zero is about to get another suplex, but it’s reversed and Zero slams down Page onto the roof of the vehicle with a back body drop!. Page, almost like he didn’t feel the impact, wraps himself up in Zero’s legs and brings him down, trying to smash his head off the back windshield, only getting him a couple of time before Zero kicks him off the vehicle altogether. Both men scramble up to their feet, and almost walk into the middle of the street, but McHannon strikes quick with a kick to the midsection, and he follows it up with a DDT to the backend of a car! Zero tries to lift Page back up, and there’s yet another reversal as Page puts a dent in the side of the next car with Zero’s body. Kris Cruise: Wha-- What are those red and blue lights?! Stephy Auger: The law is here! Then the red and blue lights begin to flicker, the sirens going wild as a couple of cop cars pull into the scene, hopping out of their vehicles instantly, and subduing both Page and Zero to the best of their abilities. They pull apart both wrestlers, but they grapple back up between the gap, fighting for position of a headlock, until more cops pull in to break them away. They finally get separated, and the cops try to keep them at opposite ends of the street from one another. Kris Cruise: The cops are here. We don’t have a match. This is mayhem! Stephy Auger: And I loved every single minute of it! Both Zero and Page continue yelling obscenities at one another, but the cops finally manage to keep Zero and Page separated as All-Star Showdown cuts to a different part of the arena. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:34:01 GMT -5
(Music echoes down the halls of the Bren Events Center. It's tinny as hell, but just about clear enough for those familiar with the song to be able to tell what it is...)
Last night, I had a dream about you
In this dream, I'm dancing right beside you
And it looked like everyone was having fun
The kind of feeling, I've waited so long
(A voice calls over the tune. It's female and Japanese-accented.)
Whiskey Ayano: Laurel-chan? Whiskey knows that must be you!
(Into frame steps the Drunken Honey Badger herself, one half of 2015's Dynamic Duos winners. The camera follows behind her as she tracks the music, seeing where it's loudest.)
Whiskey Ayano: Like the damn-u Lost Woods in here...
(Finally she steps round a corner and there, hanging off a metal railing with her legs crossed, is Laurel Anne Hardy. On an upturned crate beside her is an MP3 player plugged into little travel speakers, and beside that rests the scarred half of the FGA World Tag Team Championship. The Matriarch of the #Sparklebuddies pauses mid pull-up, biceps trembling, as she catches sight of her friend - not to mention her opponent later this evening - pausing the music.)
Whiskey Ayano: Hah! What did Whiskey say?
(Laurel frowns, not understanding. She uncrosses her legs and drops down to the floor with a grunt.)
Laurel Anne Hardy: Iunno. What did Whiskey say?
Whiskey Ayano: Never mind... Laurel-chan better not-u wear herself out before our match?
Laurel Anne Hardy: As if, babe. Just workin' off some... some excess energy.
(There's a slightly evasive quality to the way she says "excess energy". Whiskey raises an eyebrow... and her gaze flickers to the title belt for just a second.)
Whiskey Ayano: On a scale of one-u to ten, how much would Whiskey and Dex-kun taking the World Tag-u Team Championship-u from #Sparklebuddies piss Laurel-chan off?
(Laurel's reply is quickly mumbled:)
Laurel Anne Hardy: Zero. But look, you didn't just come here to tryta psyche me out, did you?
Whiskey Ayano: No, Laurel-chan just seems-u... distracted.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Just got a big few days ahead of me is all. Four more pay-per-views after this. Includin' one in Tokyo, so that means a fourteen hour flight or some'n crazy like that... after this run's up I'm takin' another break to rest up, that's for bloody sure.
(Whiskey smiles; it's not that long since Laurel refused to admit anything less than total invincibility regarding her own body. But then Whiskey shakes her head and swallows nervously.)
Whiskey Ayano: Actually... Whiskey needs to talk-u to Laurel-chan after the show and wanted-u to know if you could, or if you had to go straight-u to the airport...
(Concern overtakes Laurel's face, and she takes a step towards Whiskey.)
Laurel Anne Hardy: Course we can talk. You know I'm always here for you. What's up?
Whiskey Ayano: After the show. After our match.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Okay...
(But she keeps scanning Whiskey's face for any tell as to what might be wrong.)
Whiskey Ayano: It's not about the match or the titles. Whiskey swears on Vod-kun's life.
(Laurel nods.)
Whiskey Ayano: If Laurel-chan is still-u talking to Whiskey then... Whiskey knows how important Dynamic Duos is to Laurel-chan. Whiskey would not-u blame Laurel-chan for feeling frustrated that Whiskey Dex won the only accomplishment-u that mattered to her. And Whiskey knows that facing friends rather than enemies is hard for Laurel-chan these days...
Laurel Anne Hardy: Baby, baby, no - no title will ever mean half as much to me as my love for my friends. I promise. And everything that the World Tag Team Championship does mean to me is about that love. I know how much this match an' this title mean to Annie, and to you an' Dexter... listen, far as release goes, I'm gonna get my hands on Jimmy Page sooner or later. An' me an' Chris Bond are puttin' together this big deathmatch soon. Tonight ain't about all that. If we go out there an' make magic together, the four of us, put everything into this an' give everyone watching something they'll never, ever forget... then it don't matter who wins an' who loses. We'll've done the championship proud either way.
(And she pulls Whiskey in for an embrace.)
Whiskey Ayano: You understand-u why Whiskey has to do everything she can to win-u tonight.
Laurel Anne Hardy: Of course.
(The two friends pull apart but keep holding hands, and smile at each other with the love they just described evident in their eyes. On this, we fade.)
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:34:32 GMT -5
Herreras vs. Vanagloria J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 340lbs, Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso, VANAGLORIA! The opening chords of Bang Camaro's “Night Lies” begin as Christian Kane and Kitty Sasso appear on the stage. Kitty is bouncing with excitement and all smiles though she ignores the fans entirely, Kane on the other hand interacts with them, slapping a few hands and doing the slick fade from a fist bump before the pair start down the ramp for the ring. Load in, she's there
I am a big deal, baby
Tune up, prepare
I make a lot of moneyKitty slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to her feet, sitting on the middle strand to allow Kane to enter the ring. She twirls and removes her ring jacket, 'accidentally' dropping it and bending over slowly to pick it up while Kane urges the fans to applaud with a smirk on his handsome face. We can be all you need
Lick it up, all we're saying
We can be anything you can dreamKitty winks at the ring announcers and then tosses her jacket out while Kane strips out of his shirt, tossing it out to the fans and doing a pose to show off his form. Kris Cruise: Kitty Sasso has a lot of nerve showing her face in FGA again after the revelations of her antics a few weeks ago. Stephy Auger: She took the old adage of ‘whatever it takes’ a bit far, Kris. But right now we’re about to see the rematch from the semi-finals of Dynamic Duos as Vanagloria go up against The Herreras. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 335lbs, Dan and Hadley Herrera, THE HERRERAS! An edited version of “Pretender” by Foo Fighters begins playing over the PA system in the venue. The drums from about thirty seconds in on the original track begin banging as Dave Grohl begins singing. Smoke begins flaring up at the gorilla position til the curtain can no longer be seen. Dan walks out through the smoke throwing his hands in the air. The fans begin cheering loudly. Dan smiles at them walking forward a little bit before turning around and putting his hands out summoning out Peaches and Hadley. The pair walks out through the smoke and Dan walks up hugging each with an arm and planting a kiss on Peaches cheek before turning around and heading towards the ring. Hadley walks down one side slapping hands with the fans while Peaches takes the other side. What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender!
What if I say that I will never surrender? Dan slides into the ring and walks around pumping up the crowd. While they all begin screaming, Dan walks over and props the ropes open as Peaches makes her way in and Hadley jumps over the top rope. They trio heads over as the referee checks Dan’s taped up hands. They then head to their corner talking strategy as they wait for the match to begin. Stephy Auger: If looks could kill, either Hadley or Kitty would be dead right now. Kris Cruise: Dan doesn’t look too fond of Christian Kane either. Stephy Auger: Do you think Kane knew of Kitty’s plan at all? Kris Cruise: He said he didn’t, and I’m inclined to believe him, Stephy. The bell sounds to start the match as Hadley Herrera is ready to start things off for her team. On the other side of the ring, Kitty tells Christian that she wants to do the same for their team. The fans here in Irvine immediately rally behind Hadley as she sets her sights on Kitty. Hadley lunges forward, but Sasso sidesteps to avoid the attack before she backpedals into a neutral corner. Again, Hadley moves towards her opponent, but Kitty masterfully avoids the grapple attempt; she saunters around the ring, drawing a chorus of boos from the FGA fans as Kitty makes the tag out to Kane. Stephy Auger: Looks like she didn’t want any of Hadley just yet. The sarcastic little wave as Kitty steps out onto the apron only serves to enrage Hadley, but she soon has to focus on Christian Kane as the Handsome Drifter steps through the ropes. The two legal competitors lock up collar and elbow and Kane immediately gains the upper hand, locking in a side headlock. Hadley tries to break free, but Kane wrenches it tighter. The pair of them begin to drift closer to the ropes as Hadley bounces off them, using the momentum to push her opponent away. Kane goes against the far ropes, only to knock Hadley down with a shoulderblock upon his return. Herrera turns over onto her stomach as Christian goes against the ropes again, skipping over his prone opponent before he goes against the ropes again. Hadley pops up to her feet and goes to leap frog over her approaching opponent – but Kane held onto the ropes. Hadley looks a little agitated as Kane moves towards the center of the ring once more. Another collar and elbow tie up ensues as Kane again gains the upper hand, applying a side headlock before taking Hadley down to the mat. The headlock remains applied as Hadley is grounded, struggling to free herself from the vice like grip of her opponent. Kris Cruise: I’m not sure if he’s trying to wear her down or just trying to wind her up enough so Hadley starts making mistakes, but the fans here in Irvine don’t like it one bit. Kane drags Hadley up to her feet as the hold transitions into a front facelock. A few clubbing blows land across her back as Hadley almost falls to one knee, only to be pulled up by Kane. He backs into the corner and makes the tag out to Kitty, who enters the ring and delivers a sharp boot to the exposed ribcage of Hadley Herrera. Kane steps away, leaving his partner in control as Kitty throws her opponent head first into the top turnbuckle. Herrera falls back in the corner as Sasso unleashes a series of kicks to the midsection. Stomping a mudhole. Hadley fires back, landing a hard right hook that sends Kitty back a step, but as Hadley prepares to attack again, Kitty sidesteps like a matador avoiding the raging bull. Hadley picks herself up, rubbing her sore ribs, an irate look on her face as she glares across the ring at Kitty. Sasso smirks and makes the tag back out to Christian as Hadley, begrudgingly, does the same. Dan enters the ring just after Kane, and the two men circle the ring. On the outside, Peaches starts cheering on her boyfriend, rallying the FGA faithful behind the stalwart as Dan and Christian lock horns. They jockey for position as Kane pushes his opponent back into a neutral corner. The referee calls for a break, which he gets at three; Kane backs away before going for a right hook, but Dan ducks under the attack. He spins Kane around and unleashes a series of hard rights of his own. The fifth one nearly sends Kane over the top rope, but he manages to remain in the ring as Dan goes for an Irish whip. Christian is sent from pillar to post as Dan follows him in, only to find nobody home. Herrera hits the turnbuckle chest first before Kane turns him around, firing off some hard rights before performing a snapmare takedown, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. Kris Cruise: Neither team able to gain an advantage so far, but we all know this is going to be an explosive encounter. Peaches looks on in concern as Christian assumes the mounted position, firing off shot after shot to Dan’s head and face; Herrera does his best to cover up, but the assault is halted as Kane stands back up. He delivers a jumping elbow drop, landing flush against Herrera’s sternum before rapidly delivering several more elbow drops – and the fans boo him for it. Stephy Auger: Perhaps it’s by association, but these fans do not like Christian Kane tonight. Kris Cruise: He did nothing wrong though. Kane lifts his opponent back to his feet, throwing Dan head first into the neutral corner before unloading with some knife edge chops to the chest. Dan throws out a boot to the gut, buying himself some time, but he can’t capitalize before Kane lands a hard forearm to the jaw. They move out of the corner before Kane goes for an Irish whip, but Dan reverses. Kane goes against the ropes, coming back with a clothesline – but Dan ducks it. Kane carries on running, hitting the far ropes before rebounding into a Samoan drop! A small pop from the crowd as Dan sits up and makes the first cover of the match. ONE! . . TWO! But Kane gets the shoulder up. Kitty calls out from the corner, supporting her partner as Dan drags The Handsome Drifter towards the Herrera’s corner. A quick tag out to Hadley before they perform a double team suplex. Dan makes his way back out onto the apron as Hadley stomps away at her prone opponent. Rapidly and viciously, perhaps not making as much impact as she’d wish, though. Finally she drags Christian Kane back to his feet and whips him against the ropes. Unfortunately, the much larger Kane is able to counter. Hadley goes against the ropes, but hangs onto the top one to stop herself before Christian charges in. He gets caught by a drop toe hold, landing throat first across the middle rope. Stephy Auger: This could be dangerous. An excited Hadley runs across the ring, hitting the far ropes before executing a tiger feint kick! The crowd pop again; Hadley shoots Kitty a glare as Kane flops back into the ring, rolling through to his feet as Hadley steadies herself on the apron. She leaps up onto the top rope, springboarding into the ring with a cross body block – NO! Kris Cruise: He just picked her right out of midair, Stephy! A picture perfect dropkick from Christian Kane takes out Hadley Herrera, causing her to crash to the mat. She tries to pick herself up, but Kane drives her face first into the mat with a bulldog before making the tag out to Kitty. Vanagloria take the opportunity to double team Hadley, stomping at her until the referee orders Kane to leave the ring. Sasso picks her opponent up and performs a gourdbuster, dropping Hadley across the top rope. The fans in attendance boo as Sasso taunts them, before she turns her attention back to Hadley, viciously clubbing across the back and ribcage of the FGA wrestler. Finally, Kitty pulls the top rope, forcing Hadley to crash down to the mat as she holds her midsection in pain. Kitty places a boot across the chest of Hadley as the referee drops to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! Kris Cruise: How disrespectful can she be? Hadley Herrera gets the shoulder up. Kitty makes the tag out to Kane again before dragging Hadley back to her feet. An Irish whip follows as Herrera goes against the ropes, coming back to be met by a double team dropkick. Sasso leaves the ring as her partner performs a standing shooting star press into the cover. ONE! . . TWO! But Hadley gets the shoulder up again. She’s immediately rolled over onto her front as Christian Kane grabs her arms, performing a standing surfboard submission. The referee checks of Hadley wants to give in, but she vehemently protests against it. In the corner, Dan Herrera is getting antsy as he watches his sister being worked over. Peaches on the outside is shouting for Hadley to keep fighting – but the point is moot as Kane releases the hold, instead dropping a series of elbows down across the back. Then, with one knee against the spine, he applies a chinlock to Hadley Herrera. At this point Dan tries to storm the ring to break up the hold, but the referee stops him. With the official’s back turned, however, Sasso seizes the opportunity to connect with a sneaky dropkick to the face, much to the chagrin of the fans! Stephy Auger: Kitty Sasso taking advantage of the referee being distracted. Kris Cruise: Did you expect any different from her? Kane releases the hold, allowing Hadley to writhe in agony again as he makes the tag out to Kitty Sasso. Kane quickly lifts Hadley back to her feet before hoisting her vertically up into the air with a stalling suplex; Kitty makes her way to the top rope and dives with a cross body as Kane brings Hadley down with the suplex at the same time. He exits the ring as Kitty makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Kris Cruise: Admit it, Vanagloria have some decent team work, Stephy. Sasso looks to the official, but the referee assures her it was only a two count. Frustrated, she drags Hadley back to her feet and goes for the Irish whip. Herrera is sent against the ropes before Sasso goes for the back body drop. But she lowered her head too early. The crowd pop as Hadley counters with a boot to the face of Kitty Sasso! The auburn haired vixen staggers about as Hadley tries to compose herself. Dan is in the corner screaming out for the tag – but Hadley goes after Kitty, bouncing off the ropes for some momentum – only to run into a hurricanrana! Stephy Auger: She got over eager, Kris, and now Hadley Herrera finds herself in trouble again. Hadley rolls through, popping back to her feet, albeit unsteadily as she turns to Kitty. A quick drop toe hold sends Hadley throat first across the middle rope. Kitty goes against the ropes again, coming back with a leapfrog body guillotine. Hadley collapses to the mat, gasping for air as Kitty looks over to where Dan is still calling out for a tag, and she wags her finger, no. Lifting her opponent back to a vertical base, Kitty Irish whips Hadley into a neutral corner before taking a run up. She charges across the ring, handspringing up with a back elbow – NO! Hadley dives out of the way as Kitty hits the back of her head against the top turnbuckle! Kris Cruise: This could be the chance Hadley needs to tag out! Stephy Auger: Don’t get greedy now, Hadley! Hadley pushes herself up to all fours, her body wracked with pain as she looks in each direction. Kitty is stirring, crawling towards the corner as Hadley forces herself up and leaps across the make the hot tag out to Dan Herrera! The crowd cheer loudly as the FGA stalwart enter the ring and catches the rising Kitty Sasso with a clothesline. Christian Kane enters the ring, but he gets caught by a forearm shot. Sasso is back on her feet as Dan knocks her down with a forearm shot. Kane catches Dan with a forearm shot of his own and soon the two men are trading blows near the center of the ring. Dan begins to gain the upper hand, landing two, then three shots in a row when Kitty approaches from behind. She launches herself forward with a spinning heel kick – but Dan ducks! She hits Christian square in the face, knocking her partner down. Stephy Auger: A miscommunication from Vanagloria there! Kitty stands up, horrified, as she looks down at Christian rolling out of the ring. But her horror is short lived as she turns around, right into the SPEAR! A huge pop from the crowd as Dan Herrera damn near takes Kitty out of her boots with a huge spear! And the cover. Kris Cruise: This could be it! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE-NOOO!!! Dan is dragged out of the ring by Christian in the nick of time. Peaches and the fans can’t believe it; Kane throws the FGA stalwart back first against the steel guard rails as Herrera collapses to the mat in pain. Kane puts the boots to him, but he doesn’t notice Hadley is back on her feet until it’s too late. She leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive, taking Kane out as the pile of bodies on the outside increases to the size of three. Dan is the first to his feet as he and Peaches help Hadley get back to her feet. But they don’t notice Kitty Sasso positioned on the top rope. Sasso leaps through the air with a cross body block, taking out all three of them as the crowd are on their feet! Kris Cruise: Bodies everywhere! Stephy Auger: They’re laying everything on the line tonight, Kris. All the personal rivalry going into this match, nobody wants to walk away without the victory. The referee begins the count-out as the pile of bodies on the outside remains motionless. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Kitty begins to stir on the outside, followed close behind by Dan as they each begin to move towards the ring. “FIVE!” “SIX!” Kitty grabs hold of the apron, using it to pull herself up as Dan slides into the ring. The count stops as Herrera, groggily, moves towards his opponent. But Kitty fires off with a hard right hand. Then another. Followed by a high kick over the rope. Dan falls to one knee, but pushes himself back up as Kitty moves towards the corner, climbing to the top rope – but Dan shakes the rope, crotching Kitty on the turnbuckle. The fans in the arena start cheering as they see what’’s coming. Dan hooks the legs and moves away from the corner with Kitty on his shoulder… Kris Cruise: Kitty Sasso just got her Walking Papers! The crowd are on their feet as Dan hooks the leg. Stephy Auger: This one is over! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE-NOOO! Christian Kane making the save at the last possible second! A well placed elbow across the head of Dan Herrera to stop the count. Herrera staggers to his feet as Kane steadies himself. The SuperSexyKick connects! Kris Cruise: Down goes Dan! Stephy Auger: Wait, what’s Hadley doing? Hadley has positioned herself on the top rope, as she waits for Christian Kane to turn around. The diving hurricanrana connects! Kane is sent sprawling across the ring as Hadley slowly picks herself up, still holding her ribs in pain – but Kitty is up. Sasso catches her opponent from behind, Boing! Hadley is driven face first into the mat as Sasso rolls her over and hooks the leg… But the referee won’t count it. He’s telling Kitty that Hadley isn’t the legal competitor, but by the time the message sinks in, Dan is back on his feet. He drills Kitty with another spear as the crowd roar in delight. And a hook of the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match THE HERRERAS! Kris Cruise: They did it! The Herreras have beaten Vanagloria here tonight at All Star Showdown! Stephy Auger: I can’t believe it, Kris. Justice has been served! Peaches climbs into the ring, helping Dan and Hadley to their feet as the referee goes to lift their arms in the air. The fans here in Irvine are on their feet, cheering The Herreras on as, on the outside, Christian Kane helps Kitty Sasso back to her feet. Sasso continues to glare at Hadley Herrera as Vanagloria make their way backstage, leaving The Herreras and Peaches to celebrate in the ring. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 25, 2015 21:39:16 GMT -5
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