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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:54:43 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:54:56 GMT -5
 Vertigo E10
Agganis Arena
Boston, MAThe scene fades in as Zero McHannon is walking into the Agganis Arena through one of the side doors. He’s wearing a pair of sunglasses, blue jeans, backpack slung over one shoulder, and a plain black tee shirt on. He stops and lets the security notice who he is before letting him in, and starts making his way down the hallway towards the locker rooms so that he can watch the show in some peace and quiet. There doesn’t seem to be anything really bothering him, but it’s hard to tell as his stone face is emotionless, a little trait that he picked up on his travels overseas. McHannon pauses at the end of the hallway, looking in both directions, and trying to figure out where he is exactly, but then something catches his eye as Cindy Parker is seen standing at one end of the hallway. Zero and Cindy just look at each other for several seconds before she starts walking in his direction. McHannon is seen chewing on his jaw some as he whispers in a low voice to himself. Zero McHannon: Sh*t… Here we go. Wonder how this is going to go. Zero forces a smile on his face as he nods towards Cindy when she approaches him from down the stretch of the halls. They stood a few feet away from each other, in awkward silence, several seconds before McHannon looks around and raises the sunglasses onto the top of his head. Zero McHannon: Look who it is. Cindy Parker. The first female FGA World Champion. How does it feel, Cyn? With the FGA World Championship in her hand, Cyn drapes it over her shoulder and squints her eyes at Zero while scowling. Cyncity: Don’t you dare think about being all nicey-nice with me, mister! Who in the green jello do you think you are, huh?! She takes a step forward and digs her index finger into Zero’s chest. Cyncity: Where in the H E DOUBLE TOOTHPICKS do you get off by saying that you… let me win at Canadian Stampede? What in the world possessed you to say something so freaking stupid, huh? Once again, Cyn digs her finger into Zero’s chest and breathes heavily. Cyncity: Here I was thinking that you of all people wouldn’t succumb to such lows, but you just proved to me that you’re no different than anyone else. You’re no different than everyone else who I either beat or pushed to the limit that suddenly changed their opinion on me. Only you? She shines off a sarcastic grin. Cyncity: You’re not passive aggressive about it like some people. No, no, no. You just decide to blurt out whatever sorry excuse you can come up when you think the camera team’s not around, but then you’re nice to my face. Heck! She taps her foot off the ground, furious and anxious at the same time. Cyncity: You’re the worst kind of jerk that there is! You’re a two-faced jerk! Run your mouth behind my back, but act like it’s unicorns and sparkly rainbows to my face! Zero’s forced smile fades. He stares at Cindy for a moment, biting down hard on his teeth. Zero McHannon: I already told you I don’t make pathetic ass excuses, and this isn’t going to be one of those times either. Did you see me make a scene out of it on television? Did you see me brag about it on twitter? No, no you didn’t. One thing I’m not going to do is let you stand here and try to degrade me because I thought I was… He looks off to the side and takes in a deep breath. His eyes linger off in the distance as he turns his head and looks back to Cindy. Zero McHannon: I never ran my mouth about you, behind your back or not. If I had something I wanted you to know, I’d say it to your damn face. You beat me square and fair in the middle of the ring at Canadian Stampede, no excuses here. You won the World Championship and finally capped off the last dream you could have. YOU did that yourself, Cindy. Zero steps up to Cindy, obviously not willing to stand there and let her talk to him the way she is. Zero McHannon: So why don’t you appreciate it some? You were all fine over the past couple weeks on twitter. Right? You didn’t seem to have a problem then, prancing around and enjoying your moment as the new FGA World Champion, but now you got something to say about it? Now you want to make a big deal out of nothing? McHannon pokes Cindy on the arm and lowers his sunglasses. Zero McHannon: But I’m the two faced one, right? Be careful how you go about this, Cindy. I wasn’t out running my mouth about this whole situation, but if you keep this sh*t up then I’ll have to shut you up. You won that title. You’re the champion. I lost. There’s nothing more to it than that. What you heard? It’s different from what you actually know. So if you’re going to stand there and talk to me this way, then you better get your facts straight. I’ve gone mine right, so get on the same page as me. Zero’s face goes back to the stone look as he doesn’t seem to be pleased anymore. Zero McHannon: Anything else, champ? Or can I go to my little secluded corner of the arena and watch the show now? Ignoring his last few words, Cyn remains stuck on something Zero said and backs up a few steps. Cyncity: Ohhhhhhhhhh. You’re gonna shut ME up, tough guy? Not a second later, Cyn launches the FGA World Championship directly into Zero’s face as he watches it fall to the floor and grits his teeth, holding back the anger to the best of his ability. Cyncity: You know what?! Screw you! I dare you to try and shut me up because you did exactly that at Canadian Stampede and you couldn’t do it! You think that I’m just gonna forget that you CLEARLY and LOUDLY said that you let me pin you? Okay, Zero. See, maybe this act worked on all those EXODUS and HKW dorks you’re so used to being around, but that crap is not going to work on me! Cyn glances at the FGA World Championship on the floor points at before she looks back up at Zero. Cyncity: You’re right about one thing, Zero. I did beat you fair and square at Canadian Stampede. There was no fudgery involved in that match at all, despite what you wanna say during pay per view aftershows. See, maybe you could’ve kicked out, but did you? She shakes her head from side to side. Cyncity: Nope. And you didn’t do it because, as you say, you wanted to let me have my moment. You didn’t kickout because YOU quit. That’s why you’re not the champion anymore, Zero. You’re a gosh darn quitter! When the going gets tough, Zero quits! Grinding down on her teeth, Cyn takes a step forward and looks ready to pick up the title, but decides against it. She stares at Zero with a disgusted look on her face as she shakes her head from side to side. Cyncity: I am the FGA World Champion, Zero… and it’s not because you let me win. It’s because I beat you. Not saying another word, Cindy begins to walk away as McHannon is the one to pick up the FGA World Championship, holding it out in Cindy’s direction. Zero McHannon: Is that anyway to treat your newly acquired belt, Cyn? She ignores him and keeps walking as Zero turns completely around in her direction, letting the strap drop to his side as he points at her with his other hand. Zero McHannon: You want the truth? Fine, I’ll give you the truth! I let you win! Even with that, we blew the damn roof off that building with one of the greatest matches anyone can pay for to watch! Is that what you wanted to hear, Cindy?! You won off a roll up. I could’ve broken that pin, but I thought it was the best time to let you have your time. I’ve been a world champion, I’ve had my moment. I didn’t threaten to have retirement matches or any of that shit! He pauses as Cindy stops in the hallway, but doesn’t turn towards him. Zero McHannon: The rest of this locker room? You aren’t anything like them. You appreciated everything I’ve done since I showed up at the Gold Rush Rumble. You treated me like a friend. You know what the hell you’re doing and you don’t put up with the bullsh*t. You don’t play overly nice just so that people will respect you by being nice to the pieces of sh*t that roam this hallway. You stand up for yourself. You’re yourself. TWO YEARS! You deserved this moment. No one should’ve ever known what I did, but now they do. You wanted the truth? That’s the truth. You deserve to be the champion. Two years. Six months. I came into FGA and won that championship almost quicker than anyone in this business, all while you got screwed over and over in having a match for that gold. You helped build this company from the bottom and were unappreciated. Pushed to the side for Cordy Stevenson. No one wanted to take you seriously until you MADE them take you seriously. Zero is breathing heavily as he knows Cindy is listening. Zero McHannon: So there’s your truth, whether you want to accept it or not. She throws up a hand to him and makes her way out of the camera frame and makes a turn around the hallway. McHannon is left to himself with the FGA World Championship as he looks down at it and just stares. He turns around and punches a door as hard as he can, making the employees in the hallway look at him with a confused face, before walking away with the World Championship in his hand. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:55:11 GMT -5
The show comes back to Jimmy Page. He's sitting down in the middle of the ring, catatonic, thumping the microphone quietly on his head. The fans are booing him, giving him no mercy. They shout obscenities at him, which began to grow louder. Page having heard enough, raises the microphone to his lips.
Jimmy Page: 2015 was Hell.
Page pauses, scanning the ground.
Jimmy Page: 2015 took a lot out of me. I felt as if, last year was the beginning of the end. After fighting so hard to be recognized for all of my work it was squandered when I lost the FGA World Heavyweight Championship. You people...will never understand how much I loved being seen. You will never realize how much being champion meant...to me. When I was on top, no one could touch me! I beat anyone who they put in front of me, I was the standard!! I was the status quo, I was the blueprint! And if you wanna dispute that, you can, but you'd be WRONG! Everything was going my way, I was finally somebody and then--
Page pauses, a hand slowly runs down his face as he hands his head low. It felt like torture talking about this. He raises the mic up.
Jimmy Page: Chandler Scott...took it all away. He took it away, he took everything from me, and he doesn't care. Chandler Scott doesn't care he ruined my life. He doesn't care that he took away my happiness. And that's what makes Chandler Scott the bastard he is. Chandler Scott would rather see someone rot away into obscurity, than him not be in the spotlight!! And you want to know something that pisses me off even more?! He loses the belt...to the man I beat: ZERO McHANNON!!! Who not too recently lost to--
Page kicks the chair from under himself and leans on the ropes, his eyes wild with confusion.
Jimmy Page: CINDY PARKER...?! I FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL SO THAT PEOPLE LIKE THEM WOULD NEVER HOLD THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! MY HEART, MY SOUL, MY PAINS, MY SORROWS!!! YOU TOOK MY BELT, AND YOU'VE TARNISHED IT!!! YOU DID THIS TO ME SCOTT!!!! YOU DID THIS TOO ME!!! I'M NOTHING BECAUSE OF YOU!!!! LOOK AT ME!!!! WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW FOR MY WORK?! LOOK AT ME!!!!
Page's eyes become puffy and pink. Tears stream down his face as he continues to look frantic. The fans continue to boo him, as Page continues to glare into the camera in front of him.
Jimmy Page: You are nothing more than a parasite!! And I'm sure since you've lost you've already got calls lining up to take you from your shame. Hell Scott, I'd be ashamed too if I was coddled for months to pad my reign. See...
Page tilts his head to the side.
Jimmy Page: Losing the belt? Losing the belt Chandler isn't enough for you. You haven't repent enough. See, I've been thinking of a way of punishing you. I've thought of maiming you, picking you apart piece by piece, I've even thought about tearing the flesh from you body. Those long sleepless nights...those ideas...I realized it wasn't enough. So, I've decided to fully make you suffer, I want you at the Gold Rush Rumble...
The fans seem surprised, a mix of boos and cheers are heard after the gauntlet was thrown down.
Jimmy Page: I WANT YOU SCOTT!!! If you're a man, you'll give me an answer!! If you have any ounce of dignity you'll show your face at the end of the night and accept my challenge!!! BE SOMETHING MORE SCOTT, BE SOMEONE WITH A SPINE!!! DON'T GO LOOKING FOR THE PAYCHECK, COME FACE ME LIKE A MAN!!! ...You owe me that much...
Page drops the microphone over his shoulder. He wipes the tears from his face and rolls under the bottom rope. He heads to the back, head down as he would sit to wait for Chandler Scott's answer.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:55:30 GMT -5
While Jimmy Page heads up the aisle, the camera cuts to Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger, who remain seated in shock.
Kris Cruise: We haven’t even had our first match yet and I’ve already been blown away. What in the world is going on here tonight!?
Stephy Auger: Zero McHannon is admitting that he purposely lost the World Championship to Cyncity!? Jimmy Page is challenging Chandler Scott to a match at the Gold Rush Rumble!? If this is any indication of how the rest of this night is going to go, we’re in for a wild ride.
Kris Cruise: We might just be. In our main event tonight, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine defends his FGA Pride Championship against Johnny Karma. These two men squared off on the very first edition of Vertigo for that championship. Let’s take you back to last September…
Kris Cruise: Many have challenged Tony Carmine. Some have pushed him to his very limit. But at the end of the day, all have failed. By hook or by crook, Tony has slithered away time and time again with that Pride Championship! Will he once again find a way out of this match?
Stephy Auger: It doesn’t matter how Tony wins, all that matter is that he does win! You can cry about cheating this and cheating that. The thing is, Kris, is that people know what Tony’s going to do. They can see it coming a mile away. But Sunshine Scandalous is so damn good that it doesn’t even matter! He gets the job done anyway. Tonight, The Last Star will once again shine bright when he retains the Pride Championship!
Kris Cruise: Well ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a ton of action for you tonight. But let’s not waste any more of your time. Let’s send it to the ring to kick things off with our opening contest!
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:55:45 GMT -5
Chris Vector vs. Sara Cochran "Classic" by MKTO hits, and the top of the ramp fills with smoke. Sara Cochran bursts through the curtain, and emerges from the smoke to a tepid reaction from the FGA faithful. She bounces on the balls of her feet with a smile on her face before sprinting down the ramp to get a head of steam, then leaping into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, doing a lucha roll up to one knee as she takes the center of the ring. That draws a small pop with a tiny smattering of boos mixed in, and she pops to her feet. J.A. Aldridge: The following is your opening contest of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bellevue, Washington! Weighing in at 144 pounds… SARA COCHRAN! Heading to her corner, she climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and blows a kiss towards the stands before hopping off to await the start of her match. Kris Cruise: This FGA newcomer is coming into this one with a positive attitude and great spirit... Stephy Auger: But it seems like some of these fans aren’t exactly taking to Cochran. Maybe her attitude is a bit much. I don’t know. But her concern shouldn’t be on these fans. It should be on starting her FGA career off on the right foot. You only have one chance to make a good first impression. Try not to screw up, kid. "My Sacrifice" starts as Chris Vector walks out to cheering fans "Hello my friend we meet again It's been awhile, where should we begin Feels like forever Within my heart are memories Of perfect love that you gave to me Oh, I remember" Chris is slapping hands with fans and puts up his hands "When you are with me, I'm free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes My sacrifice We've seen our share of ups and downs Oh how quickly life can turn around In an instant It feels so good to reunite Within yourself and within your mind Let's find peace there 'Cause when you are with me, I'm free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes My sacrifice" J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Mason City, Iowa! Weighing in at 234 pounds! He is “OLD SCHOOL” CHRIS VECTOR! Chris speeds up to a jog while still slapping hands until he gets to the ring then he slides into the ring doing a Macho man spin with his arms outstretched "When you are with me I'm free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes 'Cause when you are with me I am free I'm careless, I believe Above all the others we'll fly This brings tears to my eyes My sacrifice, My sacrifice I just want to say hello again I just want to say hello again My sacrifice" Kris Cruise: This is Chris Vector’s second outing here in FGA. During his FGA debut, he fell to Aries Reed. This time, he’s stepping into the ring with an FGA newcomer. Stephy Auger: Vector’s got a tremendous advantage in experience. That could easily come into plan in this one. The match starts with Sara clapping while circling the ring. She’s trying to get the crowd involved. But outside of a select few, no one is really joining in. After sizing each other up, both grapplers head towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Vector places Sara in a side headlock. After an initial struggle, Sara’s able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. She then spins vector around before bringing him down to the mat with an arm drag. Sara then transitions into an armbar. The ref kneels down and asks Vector if he wants to give up. But the vet refuses to quit. After battling his way back to his feet, he moves Sara into the ropes. He then shoves her off of him and into the far ropes. When Sara comes back, Vector goes for a back body drop. But Sara slips down from behind. She quickly grabs him around the waist. But before she can do anything, Vector is quick to reach down, pry her arms from around him and transition into an arm wrench. Sara then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and brings him down with a headscissors takeover. Kris Cruise: Well that’s one way to get out of an arm wrench. Nice move there by Cochran. Vector gets back to his feet, but Sara knocks him down with a dropkick. Vector gets back to his feet. But Sara knocks him down with yet another dropkick. When Vector returns to his feet, Sara goes for an irish whip. But Vector reverses, sending Sara into the ropes. When Sara returns, she brings him down with a diving headscissors takeover sending the veteran rolling underneath the bottom rope and to the floor. Sara pops back to her feet and pumps her fists. But once again, the crowd doesn’t appear overly thrilled with the newcomer. Kris Cruise: She’s got Vector on the outside. What is she going to do here? Stephy Auger: She might be about to take it to the air, Kris. As Vector gets up on the outside, Sara runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she leaps through the ropes, knocking him down with a suicide dive. Sara rolls back into the ring and pumps her fists. But again, the crowd doesn’t seem all that enthused. So once Vector begins to get back to his feet, Sara takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, she hurls herself through the ropes and knocks him down with another suicide dive. Kris Cruise: I guess once wasn’t enough. Sara picks up Vector and rolls him back into the ring. She then rolls herself back in before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vector gets his shoulder up. Sara picks up Vector and moves him into the corner. From there, she delivers a knife edge chop before letting out a loud WOO. But the audience doesn’t join in. So she begins to deliver rapid fire knife edge chops. Sara then takes Vector and goes for an irish whip. But the veteran counters, sending her into the opposite corner. Vector runs across the ring. But Sara catches him with a back elbow smash. She then nails him with a quick elbow strike, knocking him back a few steps. After hoisting herself up onto the middle ropes, Sara knocks him down with a diving spinning back elbow. She then gets to her knees and pumps her fists before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vector gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Nearfall for Cochran. Stephy Auger: Sara needs to stop playing to this crowd and get the win. Vector’s a veteran. She needs to put him away while she’s still in control. Sara picks up Vector and whips him into the ropes. When Vector comes back, Sara knocks him down with a dropkick. She pops up and pumps her fists before stepping out onto the apron. Sara walks along the apron and slaps the top turnbuckle numerous times to try and get the crowd involved. She then begins to scale the ropes. Once she gets to the top, Vector grabs Sara and throws her down with a slam. Stephy Auger: See, what did I tell you? When Sara gets to her feet and turns around, Vector runs from out of the corner and knocks her down with a Bionic Elbow. Sara gets back to her feet, but Vector knocks her back down with another Bionic Elbow. When Sara gets back up, Vector kicks her in the midsection and goes for a vertical suplex. But Sara’s able to slip down from behind. She then shoves Vector into the ropes. When Vector comes back, he knocks Sara down with a forearm smash. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sara kicks out. Kris Cruise: The tide has turned and now Vector’s the one in control! Vector picks up Sara and whips her into the corner. The veteran then runs across the ring. But Sara nails him with another back elbow smash. After delivering a quick elbow strike that knocks Vector back a few steps, Sara faces the crowd and delivers a springboard moonsault into a reverse DDT. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vector gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: How about that move by Cochran!? Sara picks up Vector and whips him into the ropes. When Vector comes back, he brings Sara down with a sloppy sling blade. Vector picks up Sara, lifts her up from behind and deliver an atomic drop. While Sara’s still feeling the effects of the attack, Vector runs into the ropes. When Vector comes back, Sara knocks him back with a discus two-handed chop. She then runs over and sends him flipping down to the canvas with a step up enzuigiri. Sara picks up Vector and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a handspring corner clothesline. Sara tries to follow up with a bulldog. But Vector shoves Sara off of him and into the ropes. When she comes back, Vector goes for a bicycle kick. But Sara catches his foot. She then brings Vector down with triple rolling dragon screw leg whips. Sara brings Vector back to his feet before rolling forward and locking him on a calf slicer. Kris Cruise: Orange Crush! She’s got the submission locked in! As Sara begins to apply pressure, vector quickly taps out on the mat. “Classic” plays as a few cheers and some boos can be heard throughout the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SARA COCHRAN! Sara gets her arm raised to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Sara Cochran picks up the win her her debut match! Not a bad way to start your career in FGA. Stephy Auger: She got the win, so good for her. However, she nearly cost herself the match on a couple of occasions. She’ll need to make less mistakes going forward. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:56:00 GMT -5
[Off screen there's a clearing of the throat as the camera pans back slight to show Aries Reed with a large smile on his face and a pair of black shades over his face. Closing the gap between himself and Spencer as he shakes his head slowly. He reaches into the inner pocket of his black suit jacket and produces a single index card handing it to Spencer with a nod of his head.] Spencer Burke: Aries, what's this? Are we are really going to do this again? I mean it was cute the first -three- times you had me do this but now it’s just getting... [Aries slowly pulled the shades down to the bridge of his nose and only pointed towards the index card as Spencer looks down at the writing on the other side and shrugs his shoulders slightly while rolling his eyes.] Spencer Burke: Fine. Ladies and gentlemen...it’s my esteemed pleasure to bring to you the Man… [Aries hands in another index card.] Spencer Burke: ...the Myth… [Another card.] Spencer Burke: ...the Legend… [Holding a stack of index cards in his head, Aries just smiles and hands Spencer yet another card.] Spencer Burke: ...the greatest thing to ever happen to FGA Wrestling… [Another index card.] Spencer Burke: ...The Ring Tactician… ...The Suplex Suivant… ...The Match Strategist… ...The Blackest Sun of FGA… ...I have the prestigious honor of introducing you to Aries Reed. [Spencer rolls his eyes as Aries takes back the index cards, stuffing them back into the pocket of his jacket. His large smile has yet to fade as he nods his head with a sense of approval.] Aries Reed: Spence, Spence, Spence...once again an introduction that’s only fitting of the Gods. Spencer Burke: But you wrote… Aries Reed: Shhhhhhh…..Shhhhhh...you just shut that pretty mouth of yours. It doesn’t matter who wrote it, you’re asking the wrong question. Spencer Burke: But I didn’t ask a question… Aries Reed: Shhhhhhh…..Shhhhhh...just shut your whore mouth. At the Canadian Stampede, I finally put a proverbial knife into the back of Nero. I ended whatever little infatuation he might have had with me. I told him that this wasn’t going to be what he wanted and everything that happened to him...he deserved it in spades. I don’t apologize for it, I don’t regret it. If Nero ever looks in my direction again, I will make sure that it’s the last thing he’ll do in a FGA ring. Count on it. But let’s not focus on those who don’t deserve the light of day. Finally, you’re going to see Aries Reed back in a FGA ring. Spencer Burke: Indeed, we are. It’s been a long while, about 4 weeks. The last time we saw you in a ring, you suffered a heartbreaker to Johnny Karma... [The smile on Aries face slowly fades as he wraps his hand around the FGA microphone, pulling it close to his mouth.] Aries Reed: ...you’re like the rest of them aren’t you, Spence? Spencer Burke: E-Excuse me, what do you like the rest of them? Aries Reed: Always happy to watch me lose… Spencer Burke: What? Aries, I’ll have you know I’m a professional and… [Aries slowly shakes his head, ripping the microphone from Spencer’s hand] Aries Reed: ...that’s enough out of you, Spencer. For 4 weeks, I’ve been out of the FGA and not a word spoken to me about it. And honestly, it pissed me off...more than it should’ve...it royally pissed me off. And finally I’m given a chance to shine again against the likes of Mark Storm and if you think that for one minute that I’m going to come to the ring with a smile on my face, tap-dancing down to the ring so happy that the powers-at-be finally decided to put me back into a ring again, you got another thing coming. I’m Aries Reed, goddammit, and I refused to be silenced, I refused to be relegated to the back of the bus week after week and just be happy as a clam that I’m able to perfect my craft. I came here to win, I came here to dominate and if I have to beat Mark Storm to start that trend then I’m going to do one better, I’m going to simply destroy Mark Storm. It ain’t nothing personal against Storm, but it’s just a means to an end. Come hook or crook...win-lose-or-draw, the FGA will know who the hell who Aries Reed is and those who doubt me, those who criticize me, those who wish me ill will...will know that Aries Reed is the truth and there ain’t a damn thing anyone can do about it. [The a solid thud, Aries slams the microphone into the chest of Spencer before storming off as we fade.] [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:56:15 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage where we find FGA World Tag Team Champions Luke Jackson and Ricky Valero in their locker room. Seated on a bench in front of his locker, Ricky is pulling on his boots as Luke stands beside him. His title belt sits comfortably on his lap. It’s evident from the look on Ricky’s face that something is bothering him tonight as he angrily ties his laces. Luke looks at Ricky he senses something is wrong and pats him on the back. Luke Jackson: You alright man? Ricky hesitates to respond at first, letting out a quiet sigh to indicate he’s annoyed. Ricky Valero: Yea. Just peachy. His eyes remain focused on the ground beneath his feet as pretends to be doing some slight stretching while remaining in his seat. Luke Jackson: Out with it Ricky. I’ve been with you the past few months and I can tell there is something wrong. Is this the whole Mayu thing because if so I wholeheartedly apologize man. She’s my friend and I didn’t want to see her hurt. He looks down at Ricky and shrugs his shoulders his title moving a little bit. Ricky Valero: But you dimed me out, dude. You tattled like a five-year-old kid as if I’d stolen your box of crayons or something. And because of that, Mayu and I are finished. That’s not exactly something I’m just going to wake up one day and be cool with. And you did it right before our title match no less...like really? Finally, he picks his head up and shakes it at Luke. Ricky Valero: I know you didn’t like me sleeping with Larissa. I get it, I do. I’m not too stubborn as to realize that the reasoning behind it wasn’t exactly the kindest thing I’d ever do either. I mean I literally slept with your sister just to get at you. But you’re supposed to be the bigger man here. That was what? 8 months ago now? Instead, you get me back like that? I don’t know, man. Luke nods his head and sighs a little bit. He looks at his title and then Ricky’s. Luke Jackson: Look man it was wrong for me to do and I admit that. I guess it was just one of those things where I didn’t think before I spoke. It just kind of pissed me off when I see a video of my sister and you. Then having Jules see it. Kind of a sh*tty way to find out that you slept with my sister. Ricky cracks a minor smirk, but quickly retracts it realizing humor probably isn’t the best way to handle this situation. He nods his head. Ricky Valero: I get that. Originally, I did intend on you seeing it, obviously. But man, not now. Not before our big tag title match. I’m not that stupid, so I’m sorry you had to see that. I don’t how or why it wound up in your possession. I guess that’s not really important...We just gotta get over it this and let it die. There’s too much at stake for us to be butting heads like this. Luke Jackson: I agree, we are the FGA tag team champions. Luke pats the title and smiles. Luke Jackson: We might have this past that really isn’t good man but we are in the right now and we need to defend these titles to our best ability. So we need to work on letting sh*t go. Ricky Valero: You’ve got that right. Bygones be bygones. We overcame everything and got this gold… He says as he pats the tag title belt still sitting in his lap. Ricky Valero: Now we have to do everything we can to make sure it never leaves our grasps. Luke smiles and nods his head. Luke Jackson: We good? He extends his fist to Ricky looking for a reassuring bump from his tag partner. Ricky hesitates. He looks at his partner’s hand for a few seconds...and then… Voice: Ricky, could I get a few words with you about tonight’s match? Luke and Ricky are interrupted by FGA interviewer Spencer Burke now standing before them with a stupid smile on his face. The tag champs are dumbfounded as they look at him. Ricky Valero: Haven’t you ever heard of knocking? Spencer Burke: I apologize for my intrusion… Ricky scoffs, shaking in his head in utter disgust. Luke Jackson: Hey man, I’ll catch you later. Ricky nods, still shaking his head at Spencer as Luke departs. Ricky Valero: By all means, you have the floor now, Spence. Nervously, Spencer nods his head. Spencer Burke: Right, so...tonight, you’re heading into your first singles match in a few weeks as you square off with the sensational Molly Reid. Thoughts? Ricky Valero: I think I gave my thoughts earlier this week, didn’t I? I have the utmost respect for Molly, and heading into this match, I know she’s going to want to bring the fight. She is a fighter. If you know nothing else about Molly, you have to know she’s a fighter. So I have to be on the top of my game. I have to be prepared for anything she could bring to the table and outperform her at every turn. Easier said than done, sure, but I’m confident that I am better than Ms. Reid, and I’m confident that will result in a big W here in Boston. Spencer Burke: You did have some rather scathing things to say about Molly as well earlier this week. Ricky smirks. Ricky Valero: I suppose I did, but I’m not one to pull any punches, Spence. If this sport was about being nice, I wouldn’t be holding this FGA World Tag Team Championship. I wouldn’t even be standing in front of you today. I call it like I see. I talk the talk and I walk the walk. Some people don’t like it and some people love it. It’s not my job to appease my opponents with kind words and gentle kisses. Molly Reid IS a shell of her former self. The minimal accolades she’s racked up since IWF are proof of that. Am I a bad guy for pointing that out? Then so be it. I’m a bad guy. Molly Reid wouldn’t be the first woman to say so, and she definitely wouldn’t be the last. But this is just getting into minute bullsh*t. The time for talk is over. Tonight, we find out who is actually better inside the ring. I’ll let my actions do the talking from here on out, if you don’t mind. IT’S GAME TIME BABY!
Ricky Valero: And I’ve got myself a match to win. With that, he bounces up to his feet with the FGA World Tag Team Championship in hand, bops Spencer Burke gently on the head and walks off. The FGA interviewer stands there silently as we cut back to ringside. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:56:28 GMT -5
Nero vs. Ruby Tyler Come heavy or don't come at all,
You leave your piece at home that's your call,
It never paid to be merciful,
Come heavy or don't come at all The lights come up as the music rises and Ruby Tyler bursts through the curtain, running down the ramp and high-fiving fans along the way. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of College Park, Maryland! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is “THE HUNTRESS”, RUBY TYLER! Come heavy or don't come at all,
Been here before and watched a better man fall
I smell the fear on you boy
Come heavy or don't come at all Tossing her jacket aside, Ruby turns to face the crowd and pumps her fist in the air before sliding underneath the bottom rope, grinning as she heads to her corner and climbs the turnbuckle, her head bobbing as the chorus plays out. Once the music fades, she hops down and turns, waiting for her opponent. Kris Cruise: Ruby Tyler makes her long awaited FGA debut her tonight. But she faces a unique opponent in the form of the disturbing Nero. Stephy Auger: Everyone's been waiting for the arrival of Ruby Tyler. But I don’t see what’s so special. Kris Cruise: You don’t see what’s so special? The woman’s a former champion. She’s competed against some of the best our sport has to offer. If she’s able to bring that same fire here to FGA, there’s no telling how far she could go. Silence and darkness. There is nothing. But soon, there is a single clap. A slow clap... that soon escalates into the beginning of Lady GaGa's "Applause". Red and white lights change rapidly, fluttering throughout the darkness. As soon as the chorus begins, the lights go pitch black. That is until the fast pace of the music picks back up and a single light shines from beneath the entrance area. A silhouette stands, motionless, one hand upon one hip, the other throw to the heavens. As the song returns to the chorus, the lights regain their rapid fluttering between red and white lights, and the face of the man known simply as Nero begins his strut to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Arkham, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 192 pounds! He is “THE LEPER MESSIAH”, NERO! His face is cold and stoic, absorbing the malice from the audience. They hurl insults and boos at him, and he drinks it up. Once he reaches the ring the slides under and crawls to the center of the ring, remaining on his knees as the music continues and the lights continue to flutter around him. The boos and the jeers get louder and louder as he continues to stay there, on his knees, in the center of the ring, until the music stops. The lights go dark, save for a single spotlight lighting him from below and to the side, his shadow masking part of the audience. A microphone from above comes to rest just in front of his face as the Leper Messiah himself slowly begins his tirade against humanity. Kris Cruise: Nero’s romantic evening at Canadian Stampede left him with a broken heart as Aries Reed lured him in and beat the holy heck out of him. Stephy Auger: I’ll give Aries credit. He laid the trap and Nero took the bait. But I’ve got to wonder. Does Nero look like someone you want to make an enemy out of? Does Nero look like someone you’d want to double cross. Aries got one over on him at Canadian Stampede. I just hope he’s prepared for what Nero will do in retaliation. The bell sounds as Ruby and Nero motion for a lock up. But Nero cheap shots her with a boot to the midsection. The crowd boos as he delivers several clubbing shots to the back of the head. After placing Ruby in a side headlock, Nero goes over and rakes her face along the top rope. Once Nero lets go, Ruby stumbles into a nearby corner. Nero then stalks her from behind before raking her back. He then turns Ruby around before driving his shoulder repeatedly into her midsection. Nero then takes The Huntress and goes for an irish whip. But Ruby reverses, ending him into the opposite corner. Ruby charges across the ring. But she gets caught by a boot to the face. Nero then moves her into the corner, latches onto her neck and chokes her as he leans forward. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE.. FOUR… Nero releases the choke… and follows up with a backhand slap across the face. Kris Cruise: I don’t think that was a good idea… The crowd boos the disrespectful action. But the boos turn to cheers as Ruby grabs Nero and tosses him into the corner. She unleashes an alternating series of knife edge chops and punches on The Leper Messiah. Nero then begins to slump down in the corner as Ruby unleashes a flurry of right hands to the face. Kris Cruise: Look at her go! Ruby then begins to deliver a series of alternating stomps to the chest and face. Once Nero stops defending himself, the ref forces Ruby back. But she moves the ref out of her way before marching back into the corner. Nero then quickly pulls himself back up and kicks Ruby in the midsection. He then cracks her with a straight right to the jaw, sending her stumbling back. As Nero approaches her, Ruby nails him with a with a right cross… and another… and another. After a kick to the midsection, Ruby takes Nero and whips him into the ropes. When Nero comes back, Ruby sets up for a back body drop. Nero counters with a sunset flip. But Ruby rolls through it, gest back to her feet and blasts him in the face with a Soccer Kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero kicks out. Ruby picks up Nero, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Nero around, Ruby rocks him with a series of European Uppercuts. She then takes Nero and whips him into the opposite corner. While Nero arches his back in the corner, Ruby runs across the ring. Nero leans back and goes to cut her off with another boot to the face. But Ruby puts the brakes and catches his foot. She then yanks Nero hard, sending him flying out of the corner and landing back-first on the canvas. As Nero sits up, Ruby runs over and nails him with a Soccer Kick to the back. The thud from the kick can be heard throughout the arena. She then drops down, pushes Nero down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero kicks out. Kris Cruise: Nero may have had a slight advantage earlier. But this thing has been all Ruby for the most part. Stephy Auger: It’s still early... Ruby picks up Nero and whips him into the ropes. When he comes back, Ruby goes for a jumping side kick. But Nero ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Nero comes back, Ruby brings him down with a leg lariat. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero gets his shoulder up. Ruby picks up Nero and nails him with an elbow smash that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. Ruby then goes over, grabs Nero and goes for an irish whip. But Nero reverses, sending Ruby into the ropes. When Ruby comes back, she slides through Nero’s legs. When Nero turns around, Ruby throws out another right cross. But Nero ducks. He then connects with a shin kick. He goes to follows up with a roundhouse kick. But Ruby ducks and counters with a legsweep. Ruby makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ruby continues to use those well-timed strikes to get the better of Nero. Ruby picks up Nero and whips him into the ropes. When Nero comes back, Ruby goes for a big boot. but Nero catches her foot. He then turns her away from him, grabs her from behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ruby gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: He didn’t get the fall. But he’s got control of this match again. Stephy Auger: And now, he needs to stay on top of her. Nero brings Ruby back to her feet and delivers alternating shoot kicks to the legs. zhe then steps back before knocking her down with a spinning roundhouse kick. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ruby gets her shoulder up. Nero presses her shoulder back down and executes another lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ruby gets her shoulder up. Nero gets back to his feet and delivers multiple knee drops to the face. The crowd boos as he then makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Ruby gets her shoulder up. Nero then takes his forearm and grinds it across Ruby’s face. He pulls Ruby back up to her feet, doubles her over with a deep knee strike and then whips her hard into the corner. After Ruby’s back collides with the corner, she begins to stumble towards the center of the ring. Nero then takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, Nero goes for a running bulldog. But Ruby shoves him off of her and into the ropes. When Nero comes back, Ruby sets up a back body drop. But Nero counters by planting her with a DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ruby gets her shoulder up. Nero sits up Ruby and fish hooks her. She begins to scream in pain as Nero tries to rip apart her mouth. The ref immediately gives Nero until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Nero lets go. He then transitions into a rear chinlock. The ref gets down and asks Ruby if she wants to give up. When she refuses to quit, Nero pulls back further, increasing the pressure of the hold. Kris Cruise: Ruby’s trying to slowly fight her way out of this hold. She didn’t picture her FGA debut ending in a submission loss. Stephy Auger: But if she doesn’t escape this hold, that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Nero continues to keep the hold applied. But Ruby is doing her best to fight off the pain. She slowly rolls over onto her knees before returning to her feet. She nails Nero with five elbows to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, Ruby takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for another big boot. But again, Nero catches her foot. He then turns her away from him, grabs her from behind and delivers a German Suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ruby gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ruby’s not done yet! Stephy Auger: She should’ve been... Nero picks up Ruby and goes for an irish whip. But Ruby reverses, sending him into the corner. Ruby then runs into the corner, but Nero hoists himself up, wraps his legs around Ruby, turns and locks her in the Tarantula. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… When Nero lets go, Ruby collapses to the canvas. As she crawls away from the corner, Nero can be seen slowly waving her up. Once Ruby returns to her feet and turns around, Nero charges out of the corner and throws out an attack. But Ruby knocks him down with a jumping side kick. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero gets his shoulder up. Ruby picks up Nero and goes for an irish whip. But Nero reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Ruby comes back, she takes Nero down with a Sling Blade. Ruby returns to her feet and waits for him to get back up. As Nero turns over and gets up on one knee, Ruby runs over and spikes him on the mat with a hurricanrana. While Nero’s down, Ruby steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. When Nero returns to his feet and turns around, Ruby knocks him down with a diving forearm smash. Kris Cruise: This hot crowd is on their feet as Ruby’s back in the driver’s seat! Ruby frantically waves up Nero. When The Leper Messiah finally returns to his feet and turns around, Ruby runs over, jumps up and delivers The Crimson Kiss. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Heavy” plays to cheers from the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, RUBY TYLER! Ruby gets her hand raised while the crowd continues to cheer. Kris Cruise: Ruby Tyler starts her FGA career off on the right foot as she picks up the win over Nero. Stephy Auger: She won her debut. Good for her. But it only gets tougher from here. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:56:40 GMT -5
A beaming Sara Cochran is seen making her way through the backstage area with a bounce in her step. She stops as she's approached by Spencer Burke, microphone in hand, and ready to do his job. Spencer Burke: Sara, would you mind a few quick words? Cochran quickly flashes a toothy smile. Sara Cochran: Of course not! What's up? Spencer Burke: Earlier tonight you picked up a win in your FGA debut. How do you feel now that you have that match under your belt after a long layoff? She takes a moment to consider his question, before lightly shrugging her shoulders. Sara Cochran: Weeelll, it wasn't quite the classic affair I had hoped for, I'll admit that. But a win's a win, especially over someone with the legacy in this sport that Big Match Vex has. Spencer Burke: I hate to address the elephant in the room, but you talked before the match about feeding off the crowd's energy. Were you disappointed that you didn't get more of a response for your match? As she reaches back to undo her ponytail, Cochran does her best to mask a small twitch of the eye. She places the elastic band around her left palm before answering. Sara Cochran: That's one way to look at it. I personally, you know, as someone who knows the ins and outs of the ring, saw it as more of a silent reverence. It was a very Japanese type crowd, they just wanted to soak in a veteran of the business passing down his teachings. He may have lost, but he's a guy you can learn from every time he's in the ring. It just so happens the student became the sensei on this night! Spencer Burke: Mmmhmm. Sara Cochran: Come on, let's focus on the positives! I won my return to the ring, and I made it out healthy. With the injury bug going around this place, I could've ended up a vegetable like Noelle Smith! She lightly punches his arm. Sara Cochran: Right? Right? The interviewer does not seem to share her enthusiasm. Spencer Burke: Ms. Smith is healing up well from her injuries she suffered at Canadian Stampede, from what I hea -- Sara Cochran: Relax, I was just joshing around! Banter, that's how a locker room bonds! A defensive, and slightly offended expression cross her face as she takes a half step back. Sara Cochran: You didn't think I was serious did you? Geez, say one thing and people try to turn it into -- Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head before forcing herself to perk back up. Sara Cochran: Anyhoo, enough of that negative stuff, let's back to your question. I feel good, and most of all, I feel like I could have gone another hour out there! It's a rush, and I can't wait to get back in front of these great FGA fans. She bites her lip. Sara Cochran: Unfortunately it can't be next show, I had a pre-existing commitment in Cali with Habitat for Humanity & the Parks Department to build shelters for some hard luck orphaned otters in a Stockton barrio, buuttt after that I'm good to go! I'm excited Spence, Gold Rush Rumble is around the corner! Can't wait! With a hearty slap on the shoulder, she bounds off. Burke clears his throat, before squaring off to the camera. Spencer Burke: Sara Cochran everyone; let's go back to ringside. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:56:57 GMT -5
Nero Darling vs. Camellia D. Magna As "The Bitch Came Back" begins to play, Cami steps onto the ramp, gazing out over the crowd. Pausing for only a moment, she slowly makes her way down the ramp avoiding eye contact. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina … CAMELLIA D. MAGNA! When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. After entering the ring, she moves to one corner, waiting patiently for the match to start. Kris Cruise: Cami Magna returning to action, and tonight she finds herself against one of the latest signings, Nero Darling. Stephy Auger: Still in her rookie year, but out of the KWI academy down in Knoxville, which has produced some of the hottest independent talents out there at the moment, Nero hasn’t managed to win a match so far in her FGA career. And she’s up against one of the most experienced members of the FGA roster. Kris Cruise: A former fan favorite, Cami Magna has been with us for over three years now. But her recent shift in attitude has brought a more aggressive side of her to the ring. If Nero wants to win tonight she’s going to have a fight on her hands. The lights dim down before the opening strains of "Hate Me Now" by Nas sweep through the arena and the Nerolings begin screaming in anticipation. Teal blue lights sweep through the crowd and over the ring until they center on Nero Darling. She steps out onto the stage, her face and signature blue hair hidden under the hood of a black sweatshirt. Her head bowed so that her face is in the shadows of the hoodie as she pauses at the top of the ramp. It's been a long time, been a long time comin'
It's life or death for me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This what makes me, this what I am...As the beat picks up intensity, Nero stretches her arms out and walks slowly towards the ring. The lights pick up the words on the back of her hoodie, cursive and embossed in gold, "Ms. 502". She basks in the screams and cheers of the audience and hides a bright grin in the shadows of her hoodie.
You can hate me now, but I won't stop now
Cause I can't stop now, you can hate me now, c'mon.
But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now
You can hate me now, you can hate me now... J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Louisville, in the Kentuckies... YOUR GLORIOUS LEADER... NERO DARLING!!! She finally breaks into a run, sliding into the ring on her stomach and popping up to her feet as she throws the hoodie off and runs to the ring ropes, hopping up on the middle rope with her arms outstretched. She holds the pose as the beat picks up around her and she blows kisses to her fans, many of whom are holding up signs emblazoned with her name and hearts. Well you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too
It's as simple as that
Die motherf*cker, die motherf*cker, die
You don't give a f*ck, I don't give a f*ck
Go down any way you want it to go down
Weak, jealous motherfu*kers
F*ck y'all!
Nero drops down to the canvas and bounces in place with a bright smile on her face as she waits for her opponent. The bell sounds to start the match as Nero and Camellia both circle the ring; the Boston fans are already cheering for Nero Darling as she goes for a collar and elbow tie up, only to get caught by a boot to the gut. Magna fires off a couple of forearm shots to the face as Nero staggers away towards the corner. Cami closes in, moving towards the corner as well when Nero catches her by surprise with a boot to the midsection. Kris Cruise: Nero has been impressive in her first few FGA matches, despite coming out on the losing end. Will her gumption and fighting spirit be enough to carry her to a victory over stalwart, Cami Magna? Nero fight back, shooting off a couple of clubbing blows to the back but it’s of little use. The larger Cami drives a heavy knee up into the gut of her opponent, cutting off Nero’s momentum. Magna brings her opponent out of the corner with a rolling snapmare before catching the seated Nero with a dropkick to the face. She brings Darling back to her feet and executes a body slam, then drops a diving knee down across the face of Nero Darling. Cami assumes a mounted position astride Nero’s chest and shoots off more than a couple of punches to the face before rising to her feet. Stephy Auger: All the spirit in the world won’t carry Nero through if Cami Magna continues with this sort of aggression. I pity whoever’s in the ring against her when she’s like this. Cami struts around the ring, taunting the crowd as they continue to pour their scorn down on her, before she raises Nero back to her feet once again. An Irish whip sends Nero running towards the corner as Cami runs in after her, leaping with jumping splash – NO! Nero ducks out of the way as Camellia hits the turnbuckles hard. The redhead staggers away clutching at her chest as Nero moves back towards the corner, pushing herself up to the middle rope before leaping with a crossbody block – NO! Camellia counters with a dropkick, catching Nero in the stomach as the rookie falls to the mat. Magna crawls over and hooks the leg for the first cover of the match. ONE! . . TWO! . . Nero kicks out. Stephy Auger: Terrific ring awareness by Cami Magna there, and she’s right back in control, Kris. Kris Cruise: Nero is struggling to find a way into this match, but if she gets the chance to quicken the pace here then Cami may be in trouble. Magna drags her opponent back to her feet and fires off a couple of forearm shots to the face. An Irish whip sends the Kentucky native from running towards the corner as Cami charges in after her – straight into the raised boot! The crowd cheer as Nero runs out of the corner, pulling off a headscissors takedown that sends Cami sprawling across the ring. But she pops up to her as Nero does the same; the Kentucky native strikes first, leaping up with a dropkick that sends Cami back against the turnbuckle. Nero takes a moment to get back to her feet, trying to catch her breath in the process, as she launches herself at her opponent with a flying forearm smash. Cami tries to stagger away, but Nero grabs her by the head and moves up the turnbuckle to deliver the tornado DDT! And a cover by Nero Darling! ONE! . . TWO! . . Cami kicks out! Kris Cruise: A nearfall by Nero, and she’s found a way back into this one, Stephy. Nero goes to lift her opponent back to her feet, but Cami pulls her forward, sending Nero tumbling through the ropes and out onto the apron. Magna gets back to her feet and shoots off a roundhouse kick, but Nero ducks under it. As Cami turns to face her opponent once more, Nero catches her with a modified step up enziguiri! The crowd cheer as Cami stumbles away from the ropes, allowing Nero the opportunity to springboard up onto the top rope for a bulldog. Magna gets driven face first into the mat as Nero gets back to her feet; the fans are chanting her name as Darling looks around the arena, the adrenaline beginning to flow through her veins as she runs towards the ropes for the lionsault! And the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Cami gets the shoulder up at the last second, and Nero can’t quite believe it. The official assures her it was only a two count, so she lifts Magna back to her feet, and gets raked across her eyes for the trouble. Stephy Auger: Cami Magna knows that she has to do whatever it takes to win, Kris, so the occasional shortcut isn’t a problem for her. Kris Cruise: Shortcut? She just raked the eyes of Nero Darling, and the referee is rightfully admonishing her for that. Undeterred, Cami catches her opponent with a boot to the gut before hoisting her up for a suplex. She brings Nero crashing to the mat before taking a moment to catch her breath; Cami kneels over her opponent, not going for the cover just yet, before she stands up and lifts Nero to a vertical base as well. An Irish whip sends Nero against the ropes as she comes back and gets caught with a back body drop. Darling catches some serious hang time, and lands with a thud, holding her back as she writhes on the mat. But still no cover as Magna stomps at her prone opponent. Nero gets brought up by a handful of hair before Cami sends her head first into the top turnbuckle. And again. Darling slumps into the corner, and Cami fires off some shoot kicks to the chest to try and drive the air out of her lungs. Cami lifts her opponent up onto the top rope before climbing up to the top rope also, hooking Nero in position for a superplex. But the rookie still has some fight in her. Nero fires off a couple of shots to the midsection, and Cami stumbles, falling down with her legs either side of the top rope. Stephy Auger: Oh, that has to hurt no matter who you are. The crowd “ooh” in unison as Cami remains precariously positioned astride the rope, but Nero rope walks towards her before hitting a hurricanrana to send Cami back into the ring! Kris Cruise: What a move there by Nero Darling! Stephy Auger: But she’s had so much taken out of her already, Kris. Nero can’t capitalize on the advantage here. Nero is struggling to get back to her feet, dragging herself up with the aid of the ropes as Cami remains down behind her. As Nero stands up, she notices the position Cami is in, and vaults up onto the middle rope for the lionsault – NO! Cami raises her knees in time to counter the move, and Nero crashes ribs first across them! Both competitors slowly get back to their feet, Nero hunched over and holding her midsection still, as Cami drills her with a superkick to the side of the head. Down goes Darling, and Cami falls on top and hooks the leg! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Kris Cruise: How did Nero kick out of that one? Magna looks to the referee in anger, but goes right back to the match as she lifts Nero up to her feet. Another suplex looks to be on the cards, but Nero slips down the back and catches Cami by surprise with an inverted facelock before hitting the Osaka street cutter out of nowhere! Stephy Auger: What the – how did she manage that one!? Kris Cruise: The PIKA PIKA PIKACHUUU connects, and this could be it! The fans are on their feet as Cami hits the mat, but Nero isn’t done yet. She moves quickly towards the corner, climbing out onto the apron before ascending to the top turnbuckle. And she flies through the air with an AK-47, driving her knees down across Cami’s chest before going for the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, NERO DARLING! Nero stands back up, and gets her arm raised by the referee as the crowd continues to cheer for her. Kris Cruise: An impressive victory for Nero Darling here, and she’s finally got her first FGA win. Stephy Auger: Just when Cami had this one in the bag, Nero stealing the victory out from under her. But I’ll admit, she has some fight in her does Nero Darling. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:57:07 GMT -5
In 1849, California Gold Rush era....
Treasure seekers the world over streamed to California looking for a quick fortune.
Just over 150 years later, Frontier Grappling Arts witnessed the event again.
This time, in Hershey, Pennsylvania. Over 20 FGA grapplers will meet up in the ring for one night only.
It's a shot at glory.
It's a shot at gold.
There can only be one.
Saturday, April 16, 2016.
Who will be the last grappler standing? |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:57:22 GMT -5
J.A. Aldridge: The following match is set for one fall! The lights in the arena begin to dim and the FGA audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Storm is Coming" by Junkie XL begins to play through the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the stage and the audience begin to applaud, as emerging from the clouded mist is the self proclaimed spokesman of a generation - Mark Storm, who stands tall at the top of the entrance ramp. A smile is plastered on his face as he marvels at the scenery, embracing all the cheers as he close his eyes and widens his arms before coming down the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: From New York, Brooklyn; weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds.. He is the spokesman of a generation.. ladies and gentlemen give it up for, MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM! Standing by the edge of the ring, he lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him as he jumps onto the apron before he slingshots his way over the top rope. Dressed in his usual wrestling attire; consisting on black boots, with black knee pads, wrestling trunks with his name written on them and with stars coming down both sides, tape wrapped around his elbows, and mixed martial arts styled gloves. He falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at the heavens as his theme music slowly begins to fade out. Kris Cruise: Mark Storm is aiming to get one in the win column. But that’s easier said than done as he’s taking on Aries Reed. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent… 'The following thoughts and ideas are not those expressed by FGA, its Sponsors, or its Affiliates.
Viewer Discretion is advised." Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice. As the sun falls, darkness shall come... The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling. J.A. Aldridge: And now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...he is the Silver Tongued Devil...ARIES REED! Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally. Stephy Auger: Aries Reed appears to have finally removed Nero from his life at Canadian Stampede. With The Leper Messiah now a thing of the past, Aries can finally get back to doing what he does best. That spells bad news for Mark Storm. Mark Storm vs. Aries Reed
DING! DING!! DING!!! The match gets started with both men stepping toward the middle of the ring and tying up. Reed pulls Storm into a headlock, but Storm pushes Reed away before he could do anything the else. The two competitors face toward one another and Storm lunges forward, catching Reed with a stiff right hand to the chin! The shots causes Reed to stumble back a bit, allowing Storm to come forward and hit swinging neckbreaker! Wasting little time, Storm immediately goes for the cover! ONE! . . . KICKOUT! Storm quickly wraps Reed’s head in a headlock, and begins pummeling away at his face with right hands. Reed manages to push Storm away, both men now scattering up to their feet. They charge toward one another, but it’s Reed who strikes first with a kick to the midsection, followed by a huge jumping DDT! This time, Reed goes for the cover as he watches the referee get in position… ONE! . . . KICKOUT! This time it’s Storm who kicks out, but Reed doesn’t waste any time pulling Storm up to his feet. Kris Cruise: Back and forth contest so far. Neither man can get a clear advantage. Stephy Auger: I think that’s what we’re going to see all match long, Kris. Both of these guys could go, and I can’t see either one of them getting the better of the other until the three count. As Reed gets Storm to his feet, he attempts to irish whip him into the ropes, but Storm turns it around and catches Reed with a snap powerslam! Not wasting any time, Storm slides underneath the bottom rope and pulls himself up to his feet. Storm climbs up to the top rope, but before he can catch his balance, Aries Reed rushes up to his feet and pushes Storm off the top rope, to the outside! Storm lands right on the protective guardrail on the outside while Reed takes a moment to catch his breath, and then slides out of the ring. Reed stalks over toward Storm and pulls him up to his feet before he sends him shoulder first into the steel ring steps! ONE!The referee starts his ten count, but Reed pays him no mind as he pulls Storm up to his feet. Reed hoists Storm over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and looks directly at the crowd. TWO!Not wasting any more time, Aries smirks before he drives Storms head onto the floor with a death valley driver! THREE!The crowd gasps after seeing the hard landing taken by Storm while Aries taunts him and then slides back inside the ring. Kris Cruise: What a death valley driver by Aries Reed! Stephy Auger: I don’t think Storm’s getting up from that, Kris. Storm still hasn’t moved after the devastating DVD from Aries, the referee with no choice but to continue the ten count. FOUR!Storm twitches his leg as the Boston starts to get behind him and chants his name. FIVE!Reed sees Storm starting to stir, and immediately exits the ring to break the ten count. Reed pulls Storm up to his feet and immediately pushes him back spine first into the apron. ONE!Before the referee can continue his count, Reed rolls Storm into the ring and follows him in. Reed waits for Storm to rise to his feet, and once he does, Reed attempts a jumping clothesline, but Storm ducks underneath it! Reed tries to stop his own momentum and then turns around right into a roundhouse kick from Storm! Storm doesn’t waste any time as he reaches down and pulls Reed up to his feet. He blasts him with a stiff forearm shiver to the face, and then hits a nice sitout scoop slam with the pin! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . KICKOUT! Reed gets his shoulder up at the count of two. Storm glances over at the referee and holds up three fingers, but the referee shows him two and the matches continues! Still hurting from the tumble he took earlier in the match, Storm staggers up to his feet and immediately grabs Reed by his head. Storm pulls Reed up to a vertical base and then pushes him back into the nearest corner. With Reed positioned right, Storm takes a step back and begins going off with kick after kick after kick to Reed’s chest! Kris Cruise: Wow! Eight! Nine! Ten! He’s not stopping! Stephy Auger: He might stop his heart if he keeps going! After the fifteenth kick, Storm finally stops and watches as Aries Reed drops to his knees. He clutches at his chest and then goes down on all fours while Storm bounces off the ropes and connects with a running front dropkick to the side of Reed’s head! With Reed down, Storm looks for his Waki–Gatame Fujiwara armbar, but Reed pulls his arm away and slides underneath the bottom rope. The relentless Storm reaches over the ropes and pulls Reed up to his feet, but Reed uses the ropes to his advantage and delivers a stungun to Storm! Storm’s head whiplashes and he falls to the canvas, allowing Reed to enter the ring and stalk his prey. Reed patiently waits for Storm to rise, and once he does, Reed lunges forward and executes his patent “Full Censorship” t-bone suplex! Reed crawls toward Storm, hooks the leg, and watches the referee get in position to make the count! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR--NO! Storm gets his shoulder up at the last possible moment! Reed argues the count with the referee for a moment, then mounts overtop of Storm and begins pummeling away at his face with rights and lefts. Kris Cruise: Looks like Aries wasn’t expecting Storm to kick out of that. Stephy Auger: Expecting? Psh. Looks like it pissed him off! He’s going to town on Storm right now After about ten shots, Reed pulls Storm up to his feet and presses him back against the ropes. Reed looks for an irish whip, but Storm holds onto the ropes and pulls Reed into a desperation lariat! Both men are down, but not for long as Storm gets to his knees and begins wagging his fists, looking as if he were getting hyped up. He stands up to his feet and watches Reed push himself up, then blasts him with a stiff elbow to the face! Reed falls back against the ropes, giving Storm the opening to come forward and slam Reed down with double-a styled spinebuster! Storm pulls Reed right back up to his feet, and hits him with yet another spinebuster, this time pinning Reed afterward. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . TH--NO! Reed kicks out just before the three count, but Storm doesn’t let up on his attack. He pulls Reed up to his feet and looks to set up for his “punch of life” but when Storm tries to launch Reed into the turnbuckle, Reed elbows Storm in the gut and then plants him with a jumping neckbreaker! Kris Cruise: Big move by Aries Reed! Stephy Auger: Feel like these two have been going at it forever, Kris. Kris Cruise: And neither one looks ready to give it up anytime soon! Reed pushes himself up to his knees with his hands and stares over at the downed Mark Storm. Reed makes a cut-throat gesture and he stands up to his feet and pulls Storm up to a vertical base. Reed spins Storm around and attempts his “3 Second Delay” lungblower, but Storm holds onto the ropes, causing Reed to land hard on his back! Storm turns right around, lifts up Reed’s legs, and flips over him for the jackknife pin! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRR--NO! Reed gets his shoulder up! Both men scramble up to their feet and Storm attempts a wild lariat, but Reed ducks underneath it and pulls Storm down with the backslide pin! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRR--NO! Storm gets out of it just as the referee’s hand was coming down for the three! Kris Cruise: Back to back nearfalls! Something’s gotta give here soon! Both men make it up to their feet, step toward one another, and start exchanging shots! Reed catches Storm with a right hook, but Storm fires right back with a European uppercut. Reed hits a European uppercut of his own, but Storm comes back with a big roundhouse kick! Reed drops to his knee, but Storm keeps up his attack. He tosses Reed into the corner and lands a big splash before taking off toward the ropes, spring up, and connecting with his patent “Punch of Life” combination! Storm falls right on top of Reed afterward, making the lazy cover! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRREEE!!!? Stephy Auger: No! Aries foot is on the ropes! The referee points over to Reed’s foot just barely on the rope, making Storm look over and throw his hands over his face. The crowd starts chanting Storm’s name as he rises to his feet and lets out a primal-like roar! He rips Aries Reed up to his feet and hoists him over his shoulders for the “Dystopia” Go To Sleep, but Reed slides down Storm’s back and pushes him into the corner! Storm hits the turnbuckles hard with his chest, then walks back right into a waist lock from Reed! Kris Cruise: The Silver Tongue?! Reed pushes Storm into the corner for the Chaos Theory, but before he could roll through, Storm spins behind Reed and executes a belly to back sitout facebuster! Storm rolls Reed around, pulls the leg back and makes the cover… ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRRRRR-NO! Reed gets his shoulder up once more as Storm falls back first to the mat, gassed after the long back and forth match. Running off adrenaline, Storm rises up to his feet and pulls Reed up. He tries to lift Reed for the fireman's carry, but Reed begins elbowing away at Storm’s face until he stops the attempt. With Storm groggy from the elbow, Reed quickly spins him around and this time hits the “Three Second Delay” lungblower in the middle of the ring! It takes him a few seconds, but Reed manages to crawl over toward Storm and make the cover with one arm… ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRRRRR-NO! Kris Cruise: Storm kicks out! Reed can’t believe it as he throws his hands over his face and looks out at the roaring crowd. Somehow Reed wills his way back up to his feet and tries to pull Storm up with him, but Storm shoves Reed back and catches him with a superkick to the midsection! Reed hunches over, giving Storm the opening to lift Reed over his shoulder for Dystopia! Storm spins around in a circle before he stops and looks out at the crowd with Reed on his shoulders. He looks ready to hit the GTS, but Reed slides down Storm’s back and locks in the dragonsleeper! Stephy Auger: He’s got it! Reed has the dragonsleeper applied! Kris Cruise: But can he lock on the body scissors!? Reed pulls Storm to the mat as the referee gets in position to ask Storm if he gives up. Storm shakes his head no and continues fighting through, preventing Reed from locking in the body scissors with the sleeper! The crowd tries to cheer Storm on, but he starts fading away! Reed finally manages to lock in the body scissors, but Storm somehow comes to life and rolls around to his hands and knees to get some of the pressure relinquished. Reed doesn’t let go, tightening his grip even more until Storm drops face first to the mat! The referee asks him if he wants to give up, but you can hear Storm softly say no! Reed continues tightening his grip until he hears… DING! DING!! DING!!! Aries Reed finally lets go of the hold and falls to the back, throwing his arms up in the air. The referee looks confused and immediately rushes over toward J.A. Aldridge, letting him know that Storm did not give up Stephy Auger: Well… what the hell just happened? Did he give up or what?! Kris Cruise: It didn’t look like he did, partner. The referee and J.A. Aldridge continue to talk as Aries Reed looks back and sees the referee motioning that Aries did not win the match. Not a second later… J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a time limit draw! The crowd boos the decision as Aries gives the referee a piece of his mind and the crowd cheers “five more minutes” over and over again. Stephy Auger: What a bunch of bull! Aries had that match won! Kris Cruise: I don’t know about that, Stephy. Storm wasn’t giving up there and look! He looks like he’s ready to fight some more! A groggy Mark Storm stands up and leans back against the ropes to hold himself up. He urges the crowd to continue the chant, hoping an FGA official would come out and give them five more minutes, but nothing. Kris Cruise: The crowd wants five more minutes. Storm wants five more minutes. But surprisingly Aries doesn’t want to go five more minutes. What gives? Stephy Auger: Hey, Aries doesn’t wrestle for free. The contract that he signed was for a match against Mark Storm. The match was set for X amount of minutes. If the time limit expires, oh well. Besides, they should award the match to Aries anyway on points alone. He clearly had that match won. These fans can chant whatever they want. Aries doesn’t owe them anything. They should be honored that he graced them with their presence. Now they want to get greedy and ask for more Aries. The nerve! [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:57:34 GMT -5
The lights go out. Complete blackness, with the only lights shining being the random cellphones and a few cameras going off. An odd hush fills the crowd as the beginning few piano notes and guitar strums of “Free Bird” hit. As the drums enter the fray and the guitars enter louder, the lights start coming back on slowly, as a dim rather than just full-blown. To a point where you still can’t tell who’s coming in or out. The crowd isn’t restless, sure, but they’re concerned at what’s going on as finally when the song reaches it’s first major crescendo, the lights fully come back on and standing at the entrance ramp without any sign of coming through the curtain, is none other than Kevin Hardaway, just looking on at the crowd, a hoodie on over his gear as he smiles at the crowd and starts the long walk down to the ring as the lyrics start up. ”If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be traveling on now
'Cause there's too many places I've got to see.” As the chorus hits, Kevin walks up the ring steps and climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Usually in past iterations of himself, he would perch up on it like a hawk looking for his prey. This time however, he doesn’t perch. He just stands on top, looking out at the crowd with a grin and a smirk as he jumps down into the ring and walks over to the corner and grabs the microphone from Spencer Burke as he gives him a nod and the music fades out. He puts the mic to his lips but before he can speak, he is greeted with a random chant of "WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!" Hardaway is quick to follow through with that. Kevin Hardaway: Seriously, thank you...but I've been back for a month. I get it. I appreciate it, but I get it. You've seen me twice now. I'm back, we get it.He cracks a huge smile and laugh and the crowd gets it, laughing and cheering with him as well. Kevin Hardaway: But to the matter at hand here. I'm just going to cut to the absolute point because I've never been one to just mess around here when I'm talking, and that's this...ever since I decided to come back to FGA, I've been without a mission, without a purpose. I pretty much just signed my name to a contract because I wanted to and I figured you guys would give me a hero's welcome and while that's awesome, that's really why I'm not here. At least for now. A couple of weeks ago at Canadian Stampede, you all saw me walk down to that ring and sit outside right there near Spencer, Kris, and Stephy and watch a little match go on that was the finals of the Joker's Wild tag tournament.
Now, I can see what was going through everybody's mind, and that was that they all thought that for some reason, I was going to get off my seat and become Dexter Jacobs's tag partner. Yeeeeah, I was never really thinking about that. No, I was scouting. Scouting not just the people in that ring, but everybody who is part of a tag team in that locker room. I was paying close attention to this tournament for a reason.
It's because I'm throwing my name into the mix.A loud pop comes from the crowd, albeit a confused one from some. Kevin Hardaway: I can hear the thought machine coming from the lot of you. But Kevin? You don't have a partner...how are you going to--His sentence is immediately cut off by the sounds of... "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. Crazy as in crazy amount of boos and whatnot. Yun stops to look over the arena from the top of the ramp, taking in the moment. She has a microphone in her back pocket as she grabs it. Yun Goeun: Just...just stop. Please. Stop this whole charade right now before I throw up because seriously...I'm going to throw up. Another round of boos come through as Kevin just looks on, wondering what in the hell is going on. Yun Goeun: You see, three months ago. I finally had ENOUGH of all of these ingrates. Everybody cheering my name, having to act like I was kissing babies, playing nice to anybody who I stepped in that ring with. I was tired of playing the hero, the whole "NEVER GIVE UP!", "RISE ABOVE!", "HOPE NEVER DIES!" type routine that I have seen countless and countless amount of times, especially from people like YOU, Kevin. A small chuckle from Kevin as he tries to hide it from Yun. He appreciated the name drop for the last one. There's a time warp for you all. Yun Goeun: Trust me, you should know, Kevin. Back in the day, one random night, you and your little cronies from Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER decide to just crash an FGA show and the rest is history, shall they say. But there you were, fighting for the enemy and then one day...OOPS, wrong side and you decide to show up in FGA as a member of OUR roster and you get a hero's welcome. Nobody seems to remember you crashing our show and starting a war with OUR roster. Nope, you come in and everybody loves you. Fast forward to last year...you leave to go join EXODUS and now you're back here and the very same thing is taking place. You're the hero for some reason. A look of confusion is on the face of Hardaway now as he is leaning against the ring ropes and he has to get his two cents in on the situation. Kevin Hardaway: Can I be completely honest with you? Who the hell are you? And I'm not trying to be sarcastic, but I don't think we've met before. And yet, here you are spouting off gibberish about how I'm always a turncoat. Umm...let me throw a rebuttal for you.
1.) I was fired from Pro-Wrestling FRONTIER and failed to win my way back there, so I joined here because they liked me.
2.) EXODUS is deader than a doornail, so I joined back here because they liked me?Yun cuts him off... Yun Goeun: THAT'S NOT THE POINT! The point is that I hate to see you come out here acting like some sort of superhero when you're really nothing more than a coward. The crowd acts accordingly as Kevin just smirks and laughs. Kevin Hardaway: You know, if you just wanted to say that, you can come down to the ring and say that to my face. I think everybody here would enjoy it a LOT better, don't you think?The crowd once again acts accordingly, cheering and popping for a chance encounter between these two superstars. Yun just cracks a smile of her own. Yun Goeun: You say that. But I wouldn't want to decimate you before Johnny Cannon gets to do exactly that later on tonight, so I think I'll pass for now. BOOOOOO the crowd goes and Hardaway just laughs it off. Kevin Hardaway: Well, the offer is on the table. Just say when!He drops the mic and "Free Bird" comes back on, Hardaway going to the top turnbuckle and posing for a few choice photographs from the fans as Yun looks on. She looks on very well. ========================== Cameras cut backstage where Zero McHannon is shown sitting in his designated locker room for the night with the FGA World Championship on his lap. In his hand is his cell phone with a number already dialed into it, but for whatever reason, Zero isn’t tapping the call button. Kris Cruise: I wonder what’s going through that man's mind right now, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Hell, I just wanna know who he’s about to call. Zero stands up and lays the FGA World Championship down on the chair he was sitting on. He begins pacing around in his locker room, glancing over and away at his phone repeatedly. Swallowing his pride, Zero finally taps the call button on the screen and presses the phone against his Zero. Kris Cruise: He’s doing it, Stephy! He’s making the call! Stephy Auger: But who is he calling? And why do you sound so excited?! Too anxious to hold the phone to his ear, Zero pulls it down and turns it on speaker as he listens to the dial tone ring… and ring… and -- “Hiiiiiii. You reached Cindy aka Cyncity aka No DVD Tapings Off aka all my other nicknames that I has. I can’t get to the phone right now, or I’m just… doing stuff, so, um… leave a message or something! Byeeeeeeee!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Zero immediately hangs up, tossing his phone down into the gym bag beneath his feet. Kris Cruise: There’s your answer, Stephy. He was calling Cyncity. Stephy Auger: Why?! Does he not remember how disrespectful she was earlier tonight?! A guy like Zero doesn’t deserve that! Kris Cruise: Hold on, Stephy. I have just received word that Cyncity has in fact left the building, and has been spotted at the Logan International Airport. Seems like she’s not coming back. Stephy Auger: Hah! Wow! That’s our World Champion, folks! Calls someone a quitter, and then walks away herself. What a joke… McHannon looks back to the world title laying on his chair and shakes his head. After running a hand through his hair, he doesn’t really know what to do, sitting down in the chair next to the title and laying his face into his hands, wiping away hard down his cheeks. Kris Cruise: All this work to keep their friendship in tact from the outsiders who wanted to see it destroyed, only to have thrown a wrench into the wheel themselves. It’s a sad sight to see, honestly. Stephy Auger: It was only a matter of time. You can’t stay friends forever when the FGA World Championship is involved. McHannon looks back to the FGA World Championship, picks it up, and lays it on his lap as he stares at it. His eyes are fixated on the gold and he looks to be in deep thought as the camera fades away to the black, and to the next transition. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:57:51 GMT -5
Ricky Valero vs. Molly Reid The lights in the arena dim as Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, bouncing around with a happy grin on her face, singing along to the song. She walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd, reaching out and high fiving some of them. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California … MOLLY REID! She slides into the ring and jumps up, holding her arms in the air as the crowd cheers loudly. Molly runs to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner. Kris Cruise: Molly Reid was victorious in her FGA debut last month in a match against Mark Storm, but she’s gone from one great to another, and tonight she’s set to face Ricky Valero. Stephy Auger: One half of our current FGA World Tag Team Champions, Ricky Valero is fresh off an impressive victory at Canadian Stampede. As well as his continued success in the Joker’s Wild Tag Tournament and his match Aries Reed, he’s on a hot streak going into this encounter. "Cinderella Man" by Eminem blasts throughout the arena. White and pink strobe lights flash as Ricky makes his appearance and stands through a cloud of fog bouncing on his toes with a sly grin on his face. He makes his way toward the ring high fiving fans along his route. He circles the ring, before reaching the far corner. Slowly he climbs up the steps and leans his back against the ropes, bouncing against them a few times with his arms wrapped over top of them before spinning on his heels and hopping into the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at 227 pounds … he is one half of the reigning FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, RICKY VALERO! Ricky spins around in the center of the ring with his arms extended out, absorbing the crowd's cheers. He walks towards the ropes on the far side of the ring and simply smiles. The music slowly quiets down as Ricky turns and leans against the ropes closest to the entranceway, awaiting the start of the match. Stephy Auger: These two have both claimed to have nothing but respect for the other, but we all know that when that bell sounds all bets are off. Kris Cruise: Not everyone is like that, Stephy. Some wrestlers are happy to play by the rules. The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring momentarily. A dual chant for each competitor starts up throughout the arena as Ricky and Molly lock up collar and elbow. Valero gains the initial advantage, catching his opponent with a side headlock. But a rambunctious Molly struggles to free herself, until after a few seconds Ricky transitions the hold into an arm wringer. Kris Cruise: There’s no doubt Ricky Valero is an excellent technical wrestler with a sixteen year career to back up that claim, but he’s at a disadvantage tonight when it comes to the speed game. The younger, faster Molly Reid might be able to tire him out tonight if she can quicken the pace and maintain it. Valero kicks the legs out from under, Molly, taking her down to her back. But Molly pops right back to her feet, spins, and counters with an arm drag, taking Ricky down. Both competitors scramble to get back to their feet as Molly takes a moment to play to the fans; Valero looks on with admiration as the fans continue to cheer for his opponent, before he goes back to business, circling the ring once more. Another collar and elbow tie up ensues as Ricky applies a side headlock again, this time performing a takedown to bring Molly crashing to the mat. Her shoulders are down for a second as the referee makes the count. ONE! . . Molly kicks out. Ricky still has the headlock applied as her uses it to bring Molly back to a vertical base. But she’s able to bounce back against the ropes and use the momentum to push Ricky away. He hits the far ropes and comes back with a shoulder block, knocking Molly down, before he sets off against the perpendicular ropes. A skip over his prone opponent, then Molly leapfrogs over Valero as he rebounds again, all culminating in a monkey flip! Valero flies across the ring, landing near the ropes; he quickly stands back, but Molly catches him flush with a standing dropkick, knocking Valero through the ropes and onto the apron. Stephy Auger: There’s that speed of Molly Reid you were talking about earlier. Valero picks himself up on the outside as Molly reaches over the rope to grab him by the head, bringing him in close for some forearm strikes to the face. She grabs Ricky by the head again, this time moving towards the corner as she goes to smash his head against the turnbuckle – but Ricky puts a foot to block it! He pushes Molly’s arm away and counters, bouncing Molly’s head against the pad as she stumbles towards the center of the ring. It allows Ricky the opportunity to climb back into the ring, and to deliver a couple of clubbing blows to the back of Molly Reid. She staggers away again, before being Irish whipped towards the corner with enough force to cause her to stumble back towards Ricky, who’s waiting for her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. A hook of the leg as Valero goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Molly kicks out. Kris Cruise: Only a two count after that backbreaker. Valero lifts his opponent back to her feet once again, and once more he applies an arm wringer. Molly struggles the break free, and fails to do so before Ricky brings the elbow down across the shoulder. Ricky wrings the arm again, but this time Molly rolls through, and counters with a takedown! Valero’s flat on his back as Molly tries for an armbar, but Ricky’s back up before she can apply it. Instead Molly settles for a standing wrist lock, until Ricky reverses into one of his own. He keeps that applied for a few seconds before Molly runs towards the ropes, springboarding off the middle one as she counters with an arm drag! Kris Cruise: And an impressive counter from Molly Reid to free herself from Ricky’s grasp. Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Molly performs another arm drag takedown. They get up again, as Ricky lunges forward with a clothesline. But Molly ducks underneath it and hits the ropes for momentum, coming back with a headscissors takedown! Valero hits the mat hard, but pops back up to his feet as Molly catches him with some shoot kicks to the chest. She backs him against the ropes before going for the Irish whip – NO! Ricky reverses it, sending Molly against the ropes. He lowers his head awaiting her return, but Molly scouts it and plants him with a DDT! Molly is quickly back to her feet as Ricky follows a few seconds after; he staggers to a vertical base, and as soon as he turns to face her, Molly plants The Franchise with a double knee facebreaker! A hook of the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ricky Valero kicks out! Stephy Auger: Molly Reid nearly got the upset pin there. Kris Cruise: It’ll take more than that to beat the tag champion, though. Neither one of these competitors will want to lose tonight, no matter how friendly a match this may be. Molly drags her opponent back to his feet and whips Ricky towards the corner. She follows in after him, hitting Valero with an elbow smash before climbing up to the middle rope for the ten punch combo. The crowd count along with each punch as Molly rains down the blows – until the sixth one, when Ricky manages to counter, lifting Molly away from the corner in a powerbomb position – NO! She rolls down the back with a sunset flip counter! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Ricky claps his legs to break the pin, and quickly rolls Molly up with a jack knife cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . Molly kicks out! Both competitors scramble back to their feet again as Ricky tries for a boot to the gut, only to have his foot caught. Quick as a flash, though, he leaps up with the enziugiri, tagging Molly round the back of the head. She drops to her knees, but Ricky grabs her in a butterfly hold to bring her up, before executing a double underhook backbreaker! Stephy Auger: Ricky’s targeting the back of Molly Reid tonight, trying to slow her down. Kris Cruise: And after that backbreaker he might have succeeded. I felt that one from here. Valero kneels over his opponent as Molly writhes in pain, clutching at her lower back. He’s taking a moment to catch his breath after that hectic few minutes, but finally lifts Molly back to her feet before throwing into the corner. A few forearm shots for good measure before Ricky whips his opponent from pillar to post, following her in with a running jumping forearm smash. Another Irish whip sends Molly back from whence she came; she hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers out of the corner towards the center of the ring, where Ricky is waiting for her with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! And he floats over into the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Stephy Auger: Molly somehow kicking out at two. Undeterred, Valero plants Reid with a swift scoop slam before delivering a leg drop. And another. And several more as he performs the Leg Drops of Jupiter. After the sixth one, Valero stands up and poses for the fans, drawing a cheer from most of them. He points towards the corner and draws another pop from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Ricky looking to go up top here. Stephy Auger: What does he have in mind? Could he be about to Bury the Hatchet? With his opponent laid out before him, Ricky steadies himself atop the turnbuckle before leaping off with the predicted double foot stomp – NO! Molly rolls out of the way! But Valero manages to roll through upon landing; both competitors rush back to their feet as Molly lashes out with a toe kick, only to get caught. Ricky spins her around by the boot, and gets caught by a dragon whip! Kris Cruise: Tremendous force behind that kick, and Ricky Valero dropped like a sack of potatoes! Both competitors are down momentarily as the referee is forced to start a count out. “ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Stephy Auger: Molly beginning to stir here. Can she capitalize on the advantage she has? Molly uses the ropes to get back to her feet, just as Ricky begins to stir also. He rolls onto his front and pushes himself up to all fours before standing up, albeit doubled up. It’s then when Molly rushes him, performing a spinning neckbreaker – NO! Ricky spins through and grabs Molly from behind with a cobra clutch as he looks for the suplex variation – NO! Molly hooks the leg to block the takedown, before wriggling free and countering with a sitout jawbreaker! Valero staggers back, rebounding off the ropes as Molly catches him with a spinning backfist! It catches Valero flush against the temple, knocking him round in a circle before Molly leaps up for the double knee facebreaker again – NO! Ricky blocks it; Molly crashes down on her back as Valero grabs hold of her legs, shifting his position slightly so he can slingshot her into the corner! Molly hits the corner chest first and stumbles backwards into the PinnaclePlex! Kris Cruise: What a move by Ricky Valero! If he can make the cover here this might be it. Stephy Auger: This match appears to have a lot out of him, though, Kris. Kris Cruise: Both of these competitors are giving it everything they have. Valero manages to crawl over, roll Molly onto her back and drape an arm across her chest. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Molly gets the shoulder up at the last second, and she stays alive! Ricky sits up and looks to the referee to be sure, but the official signs it was only a two count. Determined, Valero stands back up and brings Molly to a vertical base. He scoops her up onto his shoulder and runs towards the corner for the Oklahoma stampede – but Molly slips down the back and pushes Ricky sternum first into the turnbuckle! He staggers out clutching his chest as Molly grabs him from behind with a rear waistlock. But Ricky hooks the leg to block before Molly can do anything. He fires off a few back elbows to free himself from her grasp, before leaping up with a Pele kick! Molly falls to a kneeling position as Ricky gets back up slowly. He runs in with a clothesline as Molly stands back up, but she ducks under the arm! Valero turns around just in time to see the superkick coming, as he dodges it masterfully! The Molly Kick missing the mark as Valero dives around the back and, in the blink of an eye, hits a cobra clutch suplex! Stephy Auger: The Franchise connects! That has to be it! Valero crawls over and hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, RICKY VALERO! Kris Cruise: A hard fought contest, but Ricky Valero continues his winning ways here tonight. Stephy Auger: Nobody can say he didn’t earn this one, but Molly Reid may have given him more of a challenge than some people were suspecting, Kris. Ricky gets his arm raised by the referee as Molly is beginning to stir. In a show of sportsmanship, Ricky offers the hand to help Molly get back to her feet, which she graciously accepts. The two hug briefly before Ricky raises Molly’s arm, telling the fans that she put up a hell of a fight. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 5, 2016 23:58:02 GMT -5
The scene opens to Spencer Burke searching for someone. His eyes see his target, he takes a deep breath and walks over. Burke looks down to see Page, curled up against a wall. His eyes peered forward, almost as if it were just a shell of the former host. Burke blinks, and looks scared as he slowly begins to speak.
Spencer Burke: Jimmy, earlier tonight you issued a challenge to Chandler Scott, and that challenge was simply to face him in the Gold Rush Rumble...
Page keeps silent, Spencer sighs and continues.
Spencer Burke: The thing is, we're half way through the show, and...Scott hasn't been seen nor heard from. Does this affect you in anyway...?
Page continues to not make eye contact with Burke. He shrugs his shoulders...
Jimmy Page: ...I guess he's too much of a coward after-all...
With that said, Page stands and leaves Burke, bumping into him. Burke is rattled a bit, as he watches Page leave. The scene begins to slowly fade away to black...
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