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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:39:25 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:47:32 GMT -5
¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!
Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea 
Amarillo Civic Center
Amarillo, TXAs the intro music to the latest installment of Vertigo ceases we cut directly to the ring, where we see Quinn Goodrich standing in the center, leaning on a gold throne that has the FGA World Championship folded in its lap. In Quinn’s right hand resides a microphone, in his left a crown made for a king. The crowd boos loudly in anticipation of the Brit’s guaranteed grandstanding, and knowing this Quinn simply smiles gleefully. Finally, after a brief moment to take it all in he leans off the lavish chair and looks out into the crowd. Quinn Goodrich: Ladies and gentleman! My name is Quinn - He suddenly stops, chuckling lightly to himself for a second. Quinn Goodrich: On second thought, there's really no need for me to introduce myself anymore at this point, because you people know EXACTLY who I am. The audience boos loudly in response, but the Brit simply goes on to spite them. Quinn Goodrich: I’m the man who gets to say, I told you so. I’m the man who gets the last laugh. I'm the man who gets to stand here, basking in success and good virtues while you all sit behind those security walls wondering how we got here, wondering if it’s all just a bad trip or a bad dream, pretending like none of this is real. Quinn looks around the arena now. Quinn Goodrich: But this is very real. You all saw what happened at All Star Showdown V. You saw what my client did -- and that's exactly what I predicted he would do, and exactly what he’s done since he stepped foot in Frontier Grappling Arts. He DOMINATED! Goodrich stresses, getting fired up and animated as per his usual shtick as the crowd throws massive heat his way. Quinn simply embraces the hate. Quinn Goodrich: HE TOOK ZERO MCHANNON TO TASK! HE WAS ALL OVER HIM LIKE DARREN SHARPER ON A DRUNK BIMBO IN A BATHROOM STALL RIGHT AFTER HE SLIPPED HER THE MICKIE! THAT’S HOW BAD MY CLIENT BEAT ZERO. HE ABUSED HIM! TOOK HIS PRIDE! STRIPPED HIM OF HIS GLORY! HE SHOWED HIM WHAT A REAL MAN LOOKS LIKE WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY TAKING HIS MANHOOD FROM HIM! HE PROVED TO THE WORLD THAT MCHANNON WAS NOT A TWO TIME WORLD CHAMPION BUT MERELY A TWO TIME FLASH IN THE PAN! Quinn paces around the ring now, just yelling and screaming as the crowd grows even more nauseated by his nonsense. Quinn Goodrich: AND WHEN ZERO COULDN'T STAND THE HEAT IN THE KITCHEN ANYMORE, MY CLIENT KNEED HIS FACE OFF! HE ENDED THE FARCE! ENDED THE FACADE! HE PROVED HE’S EVERYTHING HE’S BILLED TO BE! IT CAME DOWN TO TWO MEN! TWO MEN FOUGHT FOR THE BIGGEST PRIZE IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING FOR WELL OVER THIRTY MINUTES BUT WHEN THE DUST SETTLED - Goodrich calms down a little, walking to the ropes to lean over the top as his voice lowers a bit into a more serious tone. Quinn Goodrich: When the dust settled, only ONE man was standing on top of the world. Only one man could be king. So ladies and gentleman, at this time I urge you to stand up, and join me as we celebrate HISTORY. As we usher in a NEW ERA. As we CORONATE the NEW KING OF FGA! JOHNNY CANNON! Suddenly, Brick + Mortar’s cover of Voodoo Child comes across the speakers, which is immediately met with deafening boos. Without much delay, the man of the hour steps into clear view of the crowd. Standing tall in an all black Emporio Armani tuxedo is The British Mamba. With a cocksure grin plastered on his English mug, Cannon begins sauntering to ringside. "well i stand up next to a mountain
well i stand up next to a mountain
well i pick up all the pieces
maybe even make
maybe make a little sense"
Stephy Auger: Love him or hate him, Johnny Cannon did what few thought he could do at All Star Showdown. He went toe to toe with one of the best in the business in Zero McHannon and knocked him right off the top of the mountain. Kris Cruise: And he owes a great deal of gratitude to that man in the ring, Quinn Goodrich. He supplied the distraction that helped Cannon seal the victory. Without that assist, I think the circumstances would be different right now. Stephy Auger: Oh don't you start, Kris. Cannon earned that victory. Besides, that's all in the past now. Tonight, it's a celebration! With both Brits in the ring now, Cannon stands in front of the throne as his theme music slowly begins to fade away. He looks at Quinn, who offers his congratulations and gives him a round of applause. With a grin Cannon removes his tux, gently folding it on the arm of the chair as he takes a seat on his throne, draping the FGA World Championship over his right shoulder. Quinn then places the crown upon his client’s head, chanting “All Hail The King” repeatedly, garnering massive heat as the live audience boos and jeers. ”YOU’RE NO KING!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
”YOU’RE NO KING!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
”YOU’RE NO KING!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*The FGA World Champion waits for the crowd to finish before speaking into the microphone to address his FGA Kingdom. Johnny Cannon: Damn it feels good to be the king! Cannon drops the mic at his side as the crowd boos. With Quinn cheering on beside him, Johnny raises the mic again. Johnny Cannon: It feels good to be able to bask in my hard work and dedication, to know after running this marathon for eight hundred and twenty-nine days that I’d be sitting here, enjoying the fruits of my hard labor? It's bittersweet. He confesses, as he folds his left leg over the right, making himself comfortable. Johnny Cannon: It’s bittersweet because I’m not quite savoring, and enjoying this moment like I did when I captured my first World Championship over two years ago. Back then, it was like lifting a gigantic hurdle off of my shoulders, like a tremendous burden of some sort had been removed. I guess that's because two years ago I never expected to be World Champion. It was less of an accomplishment and more of a dream being realized. Something that happens in fairy tales and sports films. I was a different man back then. However, the man sitting before you today, well he ALWAYS knew he would get back here. I KNEW from the very moment I stepped foot in FGA that I would someday hold THIS! Cannon stands up now, raising the FGA World Title into the air with the utmost pride as the crowd boos the gesture. Johnny Cannon: It’s because I'm the BEST! I'm the best WRESTLER walking God’s green Earth. Hell I’m the best living or dead, and it's not because I say it, because ANYBODY can make that claim. So many have said it before me, and I know many will say it long after my soul has returned back to its Creator. The difference between me and all the rest is simple; I’ve dedicated my life to pursuing GREATNESS. I've fallen in love, no I'm OBSESSED with my craft because THIS is all I know. I live and breathe THIS sport. While the vast majority of you so called “wrestlers” go out of your way to do everything BUT wrestle, this is all I do. Cannon begins walking around the ring now, unbuttoning the top buttons on his white shirt as he begins to get incensed. Johnny Cannon: I don't appropriate various cultures by making terrible parody music. I don't sell my body on Playboy magazines, or post semi-nude photos online, nor do I waste my time and money buying shares in sports teams in start up leagues that will fold by next Summer. I just wrestle. I just punch in and got to work every two weeks for this company putting on the best performances regardless of where they put me on the card because I want to go down as the best to ever step foot in this place. But even then, that's not enough for me. I want MORE than this. Cannon slaps the FGA World Championship a few times, clearly fired up as he addresses the world. Johnny Cannon: I want to go down as the greatest wrestler in HISTORY! That's why I work so bloody hard, and I won't let ANYONE stop me from achieving that goal. I can't afford to be distracted. I've cut off longtime friends, gone out of touch with family members, ended relationships and lost lovers, I've even missed birthday parties and births because it HAD to be done. To create a legacy that withstands the test of time you have to make SACRIFICES! Johnny Cannon takes the FGA World Championship and wraps around his back so that centerpiece hugs his lower spine. Johnny Cannon: A fortnight ago I sacrificed Zero McHannon for my legacy. And you all doubted that I could do it, just like you've doubted and counted me out my entire career. Claimed I’ve rode Tony Carmine’s coattails to get to the top. Claim I’ve not earned my position, brought up my character flaws and personal life as if that has ANYTHING to do with what I do inside these ropes. You mock me online. Throw dirt on my name, and wish evil upon me with your spiteful eyes. And even now you STILL mention my name with your hateful tongues. I heard you all talking about me the moment I got off my plane and landed in this stinking town. But that's fine. Go right ahead. Cannon points out at the entryway now, addressing the FGA locker room. Johnny Cannon: I know none of you in that locker room like me. None of you respect me. And I could care the hell less. I don't give a bloody hell what you think about me. Cannon turns around, giving his back to the curtain. Johnny Cannon: In fact, I'm going to wear this belt around my back so when you talk behind it you NEVER forget that you're addressing the CHAMP! Never forget that I’m the MAN around here! Never forget that I am the NEW KING of FGA! I'm the man you all want to be. I'm the man you're all gunning for. This belt makes me a target, well I DARE any of you to take your shot. If any of you wankers want a piece of the FGA Champion you let me know. I'll pencil you in on the goddamn schedule! You don't have to hope I blow up in the ring Ruby Tyler you irrelevant piece of *CENSORED*. Do it YOURSELF! You can take me on in the next Vertigo Main Event, Lord knows you’ll never get in one unless my names attached to it. Kris Cruise: He’s booking his own matches now? Stephy Auger: You can do that when you're untouchable. Cannon drapes the World Title back on his right shoulder, his white shirt now fully open as he continues to get everything off his chest. Johnny Cannon: I’m done letting you people run your mouths, questioning my GAME as if I'm not the best IN the Game. I'm the WHOLE damn game, the show, ALL of IT. You disagree? Put your money where your mouth is. Don't tweet about it, BE about it. Come step in the ring with the BADDEST MAN ON THE PLANET and see for yourself what the hype is about. You hear me? This is the Year of the Mamba. The year of kicking ass and taking no prisoners, rather what I WANT and what I DESERVE. Tonight, the guard has officially been changed and a new era has been ushered in. The AGE OF CANNON, and if you’ve got a problem with the KING of FGA, by all means come out here and make yourself heard! Johnny sits back down on his throne, dropping the mic as he waits for a response. Suddenly the lights dim. Cannon looks to Quinn quizzically, and Quinn just shrugs. A scene is set within a very old forest. Trees dating back hundreds of years; greenery and shrubs. A lake hidden in the back. A trail is slightly covered; the dirt floor hidden beneath grass and leaves. As the view pans around this rustic scene it stumbles upon what appears to be a stone. A large sword sticks out of it; moss growing along the north side. Upon further inspection, there appears to be something etched into the stone. Three numbers to be precise. 829. The camera pans back to Cannon who just smirks, clapping his hands at the obvious nod to Camelot and King Arthur. After a moment there is a loud roll of thunder, and a single bolt of lightning crashes from the sky into the sword! The stone explodes and Cannon is left expressionless. The camera fades to static and after a few seconds, the screen cuts to black. “December 28, 2015” appears across the screen in large, white lettering. There is a brief pause, focusing in on Bond’s victory. The echoing of the cheering crowd is soon cut with a collective gasp. There is static once more. Silence cascades out over the crowd and a roll of thunder echoes throughout Civic Center Colliseum. Another bolt of lightning strikes and this time the number 194 flashes across the screen and then silence. The camera repans to Cannon and Quinn who are in the ring. Cannon looks around, waiting for anything. And after a moment there is nothing. Cannon leans back in the throne and just smiles. Quinn looks out into the crowd who is no booing, upset over what appears to be a set-up. But suddenly the familiar opening chord of “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell hits and the crowd erupts into a chorus of cheers! The lights dim a little and the two-time Pride Champion and current head-trainer for the Lion’s Den Fighting Championship steps from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. The crowd explodes even louder; and Johnny Cannon jumps to his feet. Quinn Goodrich starts to exit the ring as Chris Bond heads toward the ring. Decked out in a pair of dark blue cargo shorts and a retro FGA Lion Hero t-shirt, the man who has been out of action for seven months continues to the ring, his eyes solely on Cannon. Goodrich is out of the ring now and starts shouting at Bond, pointing to the back, screaming at him, telling him he has no business out here. Bond’s eyes dart slowly draw away from Cannon to Goodrich, only for a moment as Bond cold-cocks Goodrich right to the ground. After a brief pause a smirk, the Battle Hardened Vet sprints to the ring and grabs for the FGA World Heavyweight Champion, who just barely makes it out of there by the skin of his teeth. The crowd is upset, obviously waiting for Cannon to get his comeuppance. Bond is seen shouting some obscenities at Cannon, wrecking what décor was in the ring and pushing his throne over and kicking at it. Cannon backs his way up the ramp as Goodrich makes his way to his feet, holding his jaw and looking on at what has just happened. Bond bends down and picks up the microphone that Cannon dropped. Bond’s music is cut and Cannon stands, grasping his title belt and staring at Bond, shaking his head. Chris Bond: 194 days, Cannon. You took 194 days from me. I’ve had seven months to sit back and watch you waltz around here. You didn’t get fined. You didn’t get suspended. You didn’t pay a single cent or a single day for the crimes you’ve committed. All of that changes. All of that changes right here and right now, tonight! I’m back and I’m going to make you pay for everything you’ve done to me. This is just the beginning, Johnny. Get ready for a whole world of pain and misery. Bond drops the mic and points up to the World Champion, shouting obscenities and threats to him. Cannon just shakes his head and responds with a “No. You're going to regret this.” kind of look. Goodrich tries pulling him back as Bond stands in the ring, staring a hole right through the reigning, defending FGA World Champion and New King. Bond stands, basking in the adoration of the Texas crowd. The fans cheering him on with chants of “WELCOME BACK!” [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:47:59 GMT -5
The cameras cut to the backstage area, where we see a pair of double-doors leading to the parking lot thrust open. Legs clad in dark jeans and obnoxiously vibrant violet Chuck Taylors strut into frame before the camera slowly pans up… revealing the beaming face of Evan Envi.
Evan Envi: Look. At. You.
Evan places his hands on his hips, looking with amusement toward Spencer Burke as he draws near, microphone already in hand as he looks ahead at “The Chief” Evan Envi.
Spencer Burke: Evan, let me be the first here tonight to officially welcome you to FGA.
Evan Envi: OOOOH, a greeter! Huh. And here I was, thinkin’ this place wasn’t even all that fancy. I stand corrected. You guys got it like Wal Mart in here.
Spencer Burke: I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions, Evan, and I know a lot of our fans are eager to find out exactly what brought you to FGA.
Evan Envi: Ah, but the intelligent fan-- the real Envi fan-- would already know. When I was in SCW I complained that today’s fans didn’t have real heroes like I did when I was growing up watching wrestling. There used to be guys that you could get behind. They were talking to some scrawny-necked dork in a bowtie about passion, about struggle, about hard times, and I could reach through the TV and feel that, man. I could believe in that. But now?
Evan shakes his head at Burke.
Evan Envi: Magic’s gone. There are no more heroes, Burke. Not real ones.
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before releasing a sigh.
Evan Envi: Bullies, thieves, whiners, complainers, keyboard warriors… those are the kinda people my kids are gonna grow up idolizing if someone doesn’t do something about it. GROSS, SPENCE.
He frowns, but goes on.
Evan Envi: Luckily, FGA was able to nab someone snazzy like me, with boatloads of charisma and raw wrestling ability that’ll take me to the top of this company and give me the platform a wrestler needs before anyone listens. I’m here, Spence, to give these people hope.
He shrugs a little, half-wincing as if to reconsider or alter his statement.
Evan Envi: These people are so used to empty promises and false hope though, it’ll take a bit to get through. But I will, Spence.
Giving the interviewer a confident half-smile, Evan pats him on the shoulder, though he has a distant look in his eye.
Evan Envi: I’ll get through.
Evan begins to walk away, but Spencer takes a step to catch up with him.
Spencer Burke: But Evan, if I may ask, what are you doing here in Amarillo tonight?
Evan stops, turning slightly to glance back in Spencer’s direction.
Evan Envi: Watching carefully. Later, man.
With a slight pause, Evan continues his strut down the hall, leaving Spencer standing in silence as he fades from view.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:49:10 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Yun Goeun vs. Matt Bishop “Lionheart” by War of Ages blares out the arena PA system. Matt Bishop comes out all fired up. He beats his chest and roars as the crowd cheers him on. He makes his way down the ramp and slaps some fans’ hands as he passes them. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the arena cracking his knuckles. He walks around the ring and stops in front of a steel steps. He climbs the steps and stops on the ring apron. He turns to the crowd, spreads his arms and roars as the crowd goes wild. He slips into the ring, walks to his corner and warms up and stretches as he awaits his opponent. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing at 230 Lbs, making his FGA debut, MATT BISHOP! "They say, I have no answers... They see me as a problem child. I'm just young and free. (Ay Ay) They say, I don't listen. I should say the same thing. What chu know 'bout me? (Huh?)
They say that I'm crazy. Its okay, everybody is crazy. Why not me? (Ay Ay) They say, that I'll never make it. But all I want to be is myself." J.A. Alridge:And his opponent, from Seoul, South Korea … YUN GOEUN! "FxxK Wit Us" by Lee Hi plays over the PA system as Yun Goeun comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. Yun smirks and ignores the boos as she walks down to the ring. As she hits the ramp, her new bodyguard Yoshihiro Gotoh steps out from the back and just stands there, keeping his eyes on the fans around her as Yun continues to make her way to the ring, not once even so much as looking to the fans. As Yun reaches the ring she slides in and quickly walks to her corner and sits down, crossing her legs as she does, leaning back against the lower turnbuckle. With Yun now in the ring, her bodyguard walks down to the ring and takes his position in her corner. Kris Cruise: Matt Bishop is going to have an uphill battle for his FGA debut tonight. Yun Go-eun is already a tough competitor, a champion, and a former contender in her own right, but you have to follow that up with her sinister attitude that we’ve grown used to. Stephy Auger: Tonight isn’t the night for Bishop to worry about making a good impression, he has to survive this. The bell sounds, followed by both competitors circling the ring. As Bishop looks to start it off, Yun exits the ring. The crowd immediately boos her actions as she walks around the outside, looking dismissive of her opponent in the ring. Bishop stands there, irate. Yun gives him a derisive glare before continuing her time around the ring. Kris Cruise: And there we go with the antics already. Stephy Auger: Yun doesn’t need to waste her time with rookies. She’s got championships to win and food to eat, you know, the important stuff. Bishop grows tired of getting stood up by Yun’s actions and chases her outside. Yun gets some pep in her step as she circles around the outside. When Bishop rounds the steel steps, Yun rushes into him, hitting him with a dropkick. Bishop stumbles back and hits the steel steps. Yun, takes note of his knee, and charges in, making a sandwich of it and the steel steps. The crowd resounds with massive boos at Yun’s heinous assault. She shrugs as she continues to stomp away at Bishop’s knee until she’s satisfied. Stephy Auger: And just like that, Bishop got taught an easy rookie mistake. Don’t chase women like Yun, she’ll break your knee AND your heart. Kris Cruise: Her tricks and madness might lead the medical crew to come out here and help Bishop. That was his knee that he favors a lot, from his college days. ONE! TWO! THREE! Yun casually relaxes on her corner. FOUR! Bishop starts to get up, wincing at the pain rushing through his knee. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Yun gets out of her corner, before starting to “rally the crowd”. Yun Go-eun: Aja! Aja! HWAITING! COME ON! AJA! AJA! HWAITING! The crowd boos harder as Yun laughs as the referee continues counting. EIGHT! NINE! Bishop manages to slide into the ring, to the cheers of the crowd. He holds his knee and makes it to his feet. Yun claps her hands, in false appreciation. She rushes in to try to capitalize, but Bishop shoves her out of the way. Yun hits the turnbuckle and rebounds back into the arms of Bishop, who tries for Chaos Theory! When he throws her, Yun lands on her feet, hitting a perfect backflip. Before Bishop can turn around, Yun cracks him in the knee with a loud kick. Bishop screams out before Yun takes his arms and lifts him upward. She then slams him face first into the mat with the Billboard Bust! Yun then takes to the ropes, waiting for Bishop to recover. He does, his eyes wary. When he makes it to a prone position, Yun signals for the end. She takes off and slams his knee right into the head of the Lionheart. Kris Cruise: And there’s the All-Kill! Yun follows up with a lax cover, checking an invisible watch as the referee counts. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Alridge: Here is your winner, YUN GO-EUN! Kris Cruise: Bishop tried to gain some life there, showing some heart, but Yun’s constant battery on his knee broke any chance of him coming back here. Stephy Auger: Shouldn’t have come in all beat up like that. His fault. Yun gets up, brushing her hands off on his tights. She looks at Bishop, before once again mocking him with an applause. She exits the ring, leaving the referee to check on Bishop’s knee. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:49:35 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage to where Annie Dupree is busy stretching ahead of her match later on tonight. To be precise, she’s bent over reaching down towards her toes when someone approaches from behind. It’s Dom Harter, and he’s got a hand cocked back ready to slap her on the ass, when… Annie Dupree: Don’t you dare! She barks, causing Harter to reconsider his course of action. He concedes; Annie stands back up and glares at her opponent for the evening. Dom scowls as he mumbles. Dom Harter: You win this round, Dupree. Annie Dupree: You had your fun on Twitter earlier, but you’re not gonna slap my butt, Dom. He shrugs. Dom Harter: That’s fine, I’ve got more important things to deal with tonight. But you are just the person I wanted to talk to… Annie Dupree: Do you want me to sign that Playboy for you? She asks, gesturing towards the magazine in Dom’s other hand. He gives it to her with a Sharpie pen, and Annie gladly autographs her centerfold image. Dom Harter: Thank you, but there was something else I wanted to talk to you about. I know that Salem got named as the new number one contender to that Mid-Atlantic Legacy title you hold, but I don’t think there’s any secret I want that belt… Annie Dupree: Really? I had no idea. Annie says, sarcastically; a wide smile on her face as she hands the Playboy magazine back to Dom. By this time she’s picked up the Legacy title and has it slung over her shoulder. Dom Harter: Cute. But two weeks ago I beat the most dominant Legacy Champion in FGA history, and tonight I’m facing the current Legacy champion. So it occurred to me that if I beat you like I beat Izzy Anders at All Star Showdown, then I should be in line for a shot at the title. Annie Dupree: That sounds fair, I guess. Like, I know how much the Grand Slam means to you and I always need new challengers. Dom Harter: If you’re going to be the most dominant champion – that’s five defenses – then you really do. And beating Molly is great, facing Salem might be a challenge. But you want to cement your legacy as a great champion, as a giant killer, then you need to beat me. Harter shrugs nonchalantly, that familiar crooked grin spread across his face as he does so. It takes a couple of seconds, but Annie giggles as she looks down at the belt on her shoulder. Annie Dupree: You really know just what to say, don’t you? But you’re right; I wanna beat Izzy’s record, I wanna be the best Legacy champion in FGA history. So you’re on; you beat me tonight like you beat Izzy at All Star Showdown … get that three count and I’ll make sure you get a title shot in the future. How does that sound? Dom Harter: That works for me. Annie Dupree: Awesome. In that case, I’ll see you in the ring… Annie says as she walks away with the title belt still in her possession. Dom chuckles to himself as he turns and head away in the opposite direction, clutching the magazine tightly. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:50:17 GMT -5
As the show comes back from commercial, the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Status Quo, are seen, having just entered the ring, their music still playing. They climb the corner turnbuckles, hoisting their titles into the air as the people of Amarillo give them a very warm and raucous reception. Finally, they climb down and ask for a couple of mics as they wait for the crowd to die down a bit so that they can speak. A chant of Status Quo breaks out amongst the crowd as Cordy lifts her mic to speak. Cordelia Stevenson: I… can’t even begin to explain just how amazing this feels, guys. She removes the belt from her shoulder and glances down at it, beaming with pride. Cordelia Stevenson: Dan and I standing here, before all you amazing people in Amarillo, able to call ourselves the FGA… WORLD… TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS. The hot crowd lets out a roar of approval which only seems to brighten Cordy’s smile. She giggles, before glancing over at Dan. Cordelia Stevenson: It’s been a journey. A well documented one at that, but it’s one that has led us here and it is one that I’d do all over again to be honest. Thank you all for being with us every single step of the way, and I am honored that we can share this moment with you guys. She nods, acknowledging the crowd before she turns to her tag partner. Cordelia Stevenson: Now there were a lot of questions about us, weren’t there Dan? People wanted to know if we could really make this work. If we’d mesh; if we’d be able to gel and find that chemistry as a team; if we we’d be able to shake off the ring rust in time to make a legitimate run in not only Dynamic Duos, but at these titles as well. She smirks now, walking over and pointing towards his title and then at hers. Cordelia Stevenson: I think it’s pretty damn safe to say that those questions have been answered, don’tcha think? Dan nods as he raises his mic to speak. Dan Herrera: I do think it is safe to say that, Cordy. The path certainly wasn’t easy, but we stayed the course, and you know what? We got the job done. I am proud to say that I am a champion in this fine company, and I am proud of what we were able to achieve; winning Dynamic Duos and winning these tag team titles. He glances down at the title on his shoulder and pats it before continuing. Dan Herrera: But I also know that the job is far from done. Each week, we’ve set new goals and we’ve hit them but now we have to set the standard just a little bit higher. Winning these titles? That’s not enough. It would be for some, but Cordy and I? We hold ourselves to a much higher standard, and we want to prove that we are the best tag team in this company. Some would say that we proved that by running the table in Dynamic Duos. Some would say we proved that at All Star Showdown. But Cordy and I? He walks over and taps her on the shoulder. Dan Herrera: We intend on proving it time and time again, no matter who stands across from us and challenges for these titles. Now whether it be…. Right on cue, “The Game” by Motörhead blares over the P.A. system. The fans once again burst into cheers as former FGA World Tag Team Champions Ricky Valero and Luke Jackson emerge from the back applauding the two individuals who defeated them at All-Star Showdown V. Ricky Valero: Bravo. Seriously, guys, congratulations. At All-Star Showdown, we all tore the house down battling for those tag team titles, and in the end, Cordy, Dan, you proved to be the better team that night. Some of the fans in attendance boo in disapproval, but Ricky shrugs his shoulders. Ricky Valero: I’m not happy to admit that. You all know that. But it’s true: Status Quo was better than The Next Level at All-Star Showdown. Luke and I, we gave it everything we had that night. Nobody could deny that us four, we stole the show and left the fans wanting more… A smirk creeps across Ricky’s face. Ricky Valero: We want our titles back. Those titles belong to us! So how bout we give the people what they want? How bout we give them another show? Status Quo. The Next Level. In a rematch for the FGA World Tag Team Championships! The entire arena erupts into cheers and chants at the hint of a rematch of the epic tag team title match at All-Star Showdown! Dan and Cordy both glance out at the crowd taking in their reaction before glancing at each other with affirmative nods. Cordy turns back to them, holding a finger up. Cordelia Stevenson: Now, now… I don’t necessarily know about these titles being yours… but I will agree with, Ricky that we did steal the show at All Star Showdown. Status Quo… The Next Level…. once again for the FGA World Tag Team Titles? Well you heard the people. She swivels around pointing to them. Cordelia Stevenson: They’re all for it, and quite frankly, you know what? She stops and nods over at Dan. Cordelia Stevenson: So are we. The fans erupt at this announcement, as the two teams meet in the center of the ring for a staredown. Suddenly, a haunting yet melodic synthesizer riff plays among the PA system as the crowd can be heard clapping their hands to the beat of the song. Obviously they are aware of the song being played for the entrance. “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey. Yet, when the smooth vocal harmonies of Steve Perry start singing out, the crowd is still clapping and as the first verse plays, a spotlight comes on near the entrance as Kevin Hardaway is standing there at the ramp, lip-syncing the verse as he’s the one singing it, pantomiming to the crowd Here we stand Worlds apart Hearts broken in two, two, two Sleepless nights Losing ground I'm reaching for you, you, you As the second verse starts playing though, another spotlight appears on the entrance ramp as Ruby Tyler is standing there. She...is STILL not singing her part of the entrance. We’ll get there one day. Actually, she’s absolutely baffled and annoyed by what in the hell is going on. She looks at Kevin and starts arguing with him but as the pre-chorus starts playing, the lights come back on and the both of them walk towards the ring. Kevin walking with a bit more bit in his step, Ruby behind him just casually walking to the ring, obviously wondering where she went wrong in this situation. As the chorus hits, Kevin stands on top of the turnbuckle and Ruby just casually enters the ring. There’s also something else that the two have with them tonight. The Tag Team Championships from the recently-defunct White Lion Wrestling. The two of them bring their microphones out of their back pockets and Ruby gets ready to speak, but Kevin cuts her off. Kevin Hardaway: You...you didn’t think this party would be complete without us, now would it? A roar from the audience seems fit, as a chant of “Ruby-Way” begin echoing out of the arena, Kevin smiling as Ruby just looks on with displeased enthusiasm. Ruby Tyler: See, here’s the thing. I know Next Level is entitled to their rematch for the tag belts. No one’s disputing that. But Ricky and Luke aren’t the only ones looking for a rematch. Hardaway and I want our shot at Status Quo again, too. And since White Lion Wrestling has now been closed down because this idiot here was part of the bloodiest and most violent match in Tennessee history, well… the first, last, and only White Lion Wrestling Tag Team Champions are here to declare our intention to win tag team gold here in FGA. Kevin gives a thumbs up to the crowd when Ruby name drops him being banned in the state of Tennessee for the time being, but then takes the belt away from his shoulder and looks at it and then looks at the three men and the one female standing in the ring across from the two. Kevin Hardaway: Listen, we’ve both said time and time again that we outlasted 15 of the best tag teams in the history of this sport to get these belts. People who have been in this ring. And yet, we conquered every last one of them to get to where we are right now. So guess what, guys...I’m putting my money where my mouth is, and so is Ruby. And we’re going to prove to each and every one of you, that we’re the best. That we shouldn’t have had to go through the road to get to right now. It should be us in Dan and Cordy’s shoes. So we’re giving you guys our golden tickets and we’re going all-in. To see who the UNDISPUTED FGA World Tag Team Champions really are. He leans over to Ruby. Kevin Hardaway: There. How was that? Ruby Tyler: Not bad. Sounded better than I thought it would. She looks at Next Level and Status Quo across the ring, hands on her hips. Ruby Tyler: So what do you say? You ready to prove which of the three teams in this ring is truly the best? For a moment, Ricky is speechless. He looks at Cordy and Dan, then up at Ruby and Kevin. There’s a piece of him irritated that RubyWay is trying to infringe upon The Next Level’s rematch, and then there’s another part of him--the competitive part of him--that wants this match more than anything. Ricky Valero: I have to admit, the minute you two came trolling out here, it rubbed me the wrong way a little bit. Luke and I deserve a rematch against Status Quo for the gold we lost. You two...you two have no business being out here. But you know what? You want a chance to prove your worth a damn? You think you deserve to be in the ring with Status Quo and The Next Level? I’m game. I’ve never shied away from an opportunity to prove I’m the best and I know Luke feels the same way. The Next Level’s in. Just know we don’t give a damn what you’ve done in White Lion Wrestling, and we don’t give a damn how important you think you are. The FGA World Tag Team Championships are ours, and NOTHING is going to stand in the way of us regaining them! The crowd erupts once again as Ricky makes his declaration. Cordelia simply watches on and adjusts her title before raising the mic to her lips. She looks to Ricky, wondering if she should say something to him first or…. She then turns to RubyWay. Cordelia Stevenson: You outlasted 15 other teams. She reiterates. Cordelia Stevenson: We’ve heard it so much from you guys, that I think we all know the story by now. You outlasted 15 other teams. She takes a step closer to them, standing right in front of them, looking back and forth between them. Cordelia Stevenson: But you didn’t beat us. She points to Ricky and Luke. Cordelia Stevenson: And you didn’t beat them. Ruby Tyler: You may have noticed that we were never booked against them. Cordy smirks. Cordelia Stevenson: If you had won Dynamic Duos… then you would have been. You see, I’m an earner. Dan is an earner. We haven’t been given anything. Everything we’ve gotten in this company, we’ve had to scrap for. Whether I’ve had to wrestle three matches in a night. Outlast 29 other people, or whether we’ve had to run through five other teams in five consecutive shows… we’ve never asked for anything. So do I think you deserve a shot at the FGA World Tag Team titles? She shakes her head. Cordelia Stevenson: No, I don’t. But… I’m always game for competition. And I know that Dan feels the same way, don’t you Dan? He nods his head. Cordelia Stevenson: The way I see it, the more… the merrier. Ricky interjects. Ricky Valero: But Cordy...but Cordy...they outlasted FIFTEEN other teams! He cracks that smug smirk. Ruby Tyler: And Hardaway and I were competing as a tag team before you and Dan Herrera decided to drag your asses back into FGA and hey look at that, suddenly you’re right back up at the top. We should have gotten first crack at Next Level, before Dynamic Duos was ever a thing. But instead we get thrown into a tournament and yes, we lost. But unlike every other team in that tournament? We’re still here. And we are still a force to be reckoned with. Kevin Hardaway: Everybody sees us as nothing more than a joke or just another story for the people to write their fan fiction about. But who’s always awake at the crack of dawn making sure they’re ready for the next test to come their way? We are. Yeah, we bicker and we bitch and everything else in between, but have you seen our track record? Cordy and Dan, you obviously saw that it took you guys the National Guard to make sure we were down for the count. But guess what? That was last time. The RubyWay that you’re going to see in a few weeks is one that is a few weeks stronger than we were the last time you beat us. And if you thought that was a pain in the ass...haha, you are clearly in for a rude awakening, guys! Cordelia Stevenson: And I look forward to it, Hardaway. You and Ruby pushed us to our absolute limits last time and I don’t expect anything from you the next go around, but… She turns towards Ruby. Cordelia Stevenson: There is that sense of entitlement from you, again. Was this something that you learned out in San Diego? Because I look at Zero and well… She shrugs. Ricky and Luke lean back in the far corner, entertained by the bickering between the two accompanying teams in the arena. Cordelia Stevenson: It damn sure seems to be a common theme. But then I remember my bestie Heather was out there and I don’t know, she never seemed to suffer from the same bug that has bit you all, but yes you and Kevin were a team before Dan and I, and you wrestled what? All of one match together? And you suddenly think that this company owes you something? What about The Blood Brothers? What about Team Nox? So many quality teams who have shown and proved more than you have yet strangely enough you feel you’re automatically supposed to be given a shot. Luckily for you… we’re feeling charitable. You want a shot? You want to put up your prized possessions to try and trade up? You’ve got it. Just don’t screw it up. Ruby Tyler: Don’t you ever, EVER compare me to that lowlife woman-beating piece of crap. Ricky Valero: That lowlife woman-beating piece of crap has accomplished things here in FGA. What have YOU done here? Other than bitch and complain, remind us of all the teams you’ve beaten OUTSIDE of FGA and demand a title shot you’ve yet to earn and have no business being hand delivered? But like Cordy said, the champs are feeling charitable, and fortunately for you, so are Luke and myself. But tell me, Ruby, when you two have been beaten again...when it’s been proven that once again you two have no business in the ring with any of the four of us...what’s going to be the excuse then? What’s going to be the reasoning you STILL don’t hold FGA gold? Ruby Tyler: I don’t care what Zero’s accomplished. I don’t care what any of you have accomplished, quite frankly. You don’t think we’ve earned our shot yet, fine. But we’re still here calling it. Can you say that about Team Nox or even The Usual Suspects or… well, I guess that’s it for the tag team division, isn’t it? If we lose this match, fine. We go back to the beginning, and we work our way up a very short ladder until we’re back looking for gold again. And again. And again. Until we finally prove to you and to everyone else that RubyWay belongs at the top. Kevin Hardaway: She said that way better than I ever could, so there you go. Cordelia Stevenson: Well I hope you’re prepared for your very short ladder climb, chica. And I hope you’re ready to do it time and time again. Because Dan and I, well we don’t plan on losing these belts any time soon. Dan and Cordy hold up their titles into the air for RubyWay and The Next Level To See. Cordelia Stevenson: Get familiar. Kevin Hardaway: Okay, so are we done here, all of us? Because me, Rube, and Ricky have a match later tonight. Weeee...kind of need to get ready for that, kay? That being said though. Get familiar with this sight. Kevin and Ruby hold up the WLW titles in the air for Next Level and Status Quo to see, before pointing to the titles that Dan and Cordy are holding. Ricky and Luke just roll their eyes before exiting the ring on their own accord. The show cuts to commercial. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:50:44 GMT -5
Cameras cut backstage at the Amarillo Civic Center Coliseum to a close up of the women's’ locker room. The door is shut when the camera first shows it, but after a few seconds the door swings open and the crowd cheers loudly. The new Pride champion, Fujiko Mine stands in the door, the aforementioned championship over her shoulder. She sports an oversized white & pink “You Can’t Stop Fujiko” shirt and a pair of bell bottom jeans. She is beaming as she does so, and has to stop to take a look at the championship on her shoulder before she leaves the locker room behind. She takes a good couple of steps with the camera following before something catches her eye. She squints, the smile fading for just a moment before it returns with double the strength.
Fujiko Mine: Well, look who it is…
Ryan LeCavalier: Who me?
Ryan pointed at herself suggesting that she wasn’t talking to her a small smile curled against her lips as she looked at her best friend, running fingers through her hair she folds her arms across her chest.
Fujiko Mine: Yes you, sillyface! I’m so glad to see you!
Fujiko pulls the FGA Pride championship off her shoulder long enough to bumrush Ryan for a hug. She then steps back, allowing Ryan a little bit of space.
Ryan LeCavalier: Likewise, after seeing you wreck shop at All-Star Showdown V I had to come congratulate you in person! So how does it feel?
Fujiko tilts her head to the right a little, and then turns her gaze down towards the championship in her possession. She takes a good, long look at it. So many thoughts seem to travel across her creamy brown irises before she turns her gaze back on Ryan.
Fujiko Mine: Like you wouldn’t believe, Ryan. Just...everything I’ve said, validated in this. It’s my proof in tangible form. But I know I can’t just rest on it knowing that I won it. Now, I have to defend my validation. Defend my proof. And by doing so, build it into a powerhouse that the likes of FGA has never even seen. I’m looking forward to defending this, actually. I’ve talked to some officials about how and when I can, but for tonight...I just gotta team with Mark Storm in this main event. Should be a great one, too.
Ryan’s eyes left Fujiko’s face as she looks towards the floor listening to her best friend fill her in, her ears perked once she heard the name “Mark Storm” she chimes in instantly almost as if she had a sense of déjà vu.
Ryan LeCavalier: Storm is here too? Man, this place just gets livelier by the second. Just goes to show you that FGA is home to the very best, I suppose. Really gets your blood pumping, I haven’t felt this good in a while. Just watching you last weekend, I still have goosebumps. Reminds me of what I’ve been searching for the past few months, you and Karma really made me a firm believer.
She letup mid-thought, she herself rambling. She looks slightly embarrassed at how she just started gushing.
Ryan LeCavalier: Sorry, Fuji, didn’t mean to gush at you.
Fujiko looks at Ryan oddly.
Fujiko Mine: You’re not gushing, I totally did. But I don’t need to gush about it any more. It’s my reality. And another reality?
She takes a step closer to Ryan.
Fujiko Mine: YOU’RE HERE! In FGA! I’m sooo excited! We are gonna kick all the butt together! It’s gonna be great!
Ryan shrugged with a look of confusion plastered on her face.
Ryan LeCavalier: Yeah, I suppose. I’m here mostly for a fresh start, what better way to get back onto the horse by competing with some of the best imaginable?
Fujiko shrugged her shoulders.
Fujiko Mine: You suppose? Ryan, it’s going to be the best, I promise you. You’re gonna love it here. The crowds are the best…
Fujiko pauses, allowing the cheers to siphon in from ringside back to where they are.
Fujiko Mine: The competition is top notch, and catering? OH MY GAWD. Also, you’re gonna be amazing here. C’mon, I can show you around and stuff. To catering! Because I am STARVING.
Fujiko waved for Ryan to follow her, and she skipped out of the scene.
Ryan LeCavalier: Always thinking with your gut Fujiko….
Ryan sighed as she followed Fujiko with a look of both fear and a sense of adventure.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:51:45 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Savannah Taylor vs. Senso Washi The fans in the arena are in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the match. Before they have a chance to say anything, the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the entrance begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the one and only Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage for a few seconds and glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, an air of arrogance displayed in her gait. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Qualifying Match in the Frontier Lions Cup. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in at 120 pounds… SAVANNAH TAYLOR! She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before shaking her head at the fans. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out. Kris Cruise: Some say Savannah may have got one of the more difficult draws tonight against the veteran Senso Washi. A man who’s wrestled all over the world in Japan and Mexico. Stephy Auger: And now he has to come up against Savannah Taylor in his FGA debut. I don’t envy the man, Cruise. The lights in the arena go out as the riffs slowly begin as the music finally hits he appears on one knee in a praying position he slowly rises as he looks out over the crowd. He begins to walk down towards the ring as he is doing so he holds out his hands as they are being slapped. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, by way of Mexico City, weighing in at 180 pounds … SENSO WASHI! He jumps up on to the apron and then jumps up on the top rope doing a back flip into the middle of the ring he acknowledges the crowd as he is walking to a corner. He starts to stretch in the corner as his music stops and he waits on his bell. Stephy Auger: Do you see that look on fear in his eyes? That’s a man who knows the odds are stacked against him tonight. Kris Cruise: …he’s wearing a mask. Stephy Auger: And yet I can still sense his fear. He knows Savannah has a renewed sense of purpose after recent disappointments, and she wants this Frontier Lions Cup to prove to these fans what they should already know – that she belongs here in FGA. The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring for a few moments. As they lock up collar and elbow Taylor gains the initial advantage, applying a side headlock. Washi tries to fight his way out, but it takes rebounding off the ropes to build up the momentum to push Savannah away. She runs against the far ropes, coming back with a shoulder block – but Senso Washi catches her with a Japanese arm drag! The crowd are trying to get behind the unfamiliar Senso Washi as he gets back to his feet; he catches Savannah with another Japanese arm drag, using his speed to his advantage as she’s sent sprawling across the ring. Taylor picks herself up on the far side of the squared circle, but Senso is already on the move. He charges in with a shotgun dropkick, knocking Savannah through the ropes and out onto the apron. She picks herself up once again, and this time Washi catches her upside the head with an enziguri, knocking Savannah off the apron and all the way down to the outside. Kris Cruise: Senso Washi starting off strong here. Savannah doesn’t seem to have an answer for any of his attacks. Senso Washi stands tall in the center of the ring, clapping his hands together to rally the crowd as he waits for Savannah to stand back up on the outside. The fans are all their clapping their hands together as Senso runs against the far ropes, coming back with a huge top suicida through the ropes, knocking Savannah flying backwards up the aisle! The masked man gets right back to his feet, earning a small pop from the crowd before he finally rolls his opponent back into the ring. He goes for the lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Savannah kicks out. Washi gets right back to his feet, dragging Savannah up with him. An Irish whip sends Taylor towards the corner as the masked man makes his ways to the far corner. He charges across the ring with a handspring elbow – NO! Savannah moves out of the way. Stephy Auger: Nobody home, and Senso Washi hits the turnbuckles. What can Savannah do from here? With her opponent staggering out of the corner, Savannah Taylor catches him with an inverted atomic drop. She hits the ropes, picking up speed as she comes back with a running hip strike! The crowd boo as Savannah takes a moment to pose, taunting Senso Washi as he rolls out under the bottom rope and out onto the apron. Taylor goes to grab him, but Senso drops her throat first across the top rope! Kris Cruise: Savannah thought she had a way back into this match, but Senso is right back in there… Taylor staggers away as Washi springboards up onto the top rope, flying into the ring with a cross body block – NO! Taylor ducks under the attack; Senso rolls through the landing, popping back to his feet just in time to eat the Yakuza kick as Savannah rebounds of the ropes! Stephy Auger: You were saying, Cruise? Savannah drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Senso Washi kicks out! Stephy Auger: A vicious Yakuza kick, but Senso Washi kicking out at two. He’s just prolonging the agony now, Kris, Savannah has control of this match now and she’s not going to relinquish that for anything. Kris Cruise: I can see the fire in her eyes from here; Savannah wants to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup, she’s made that abundantly clear. Savannah drags her opponent to his feet, doubling Senso Washi over with a knee thrust to the midsection before hooking him in place for the brainbuster. He gets drilled head first into the mat, and Savannah rolls over into the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Senso kicks out. Savannah looks to the referee in frustration, but he assures her it was only a two count. Undeterred, she drags him back to his feet and tosses him head first into the top turnbuckle. After which Savannah repeats the process, bouncing the masked man’s head off the pad several times before Washi collapses into the corner. From there, Savannah stomps a mudhole into his gut. The referee finally intervenes, dragging Savannah away. Senso Washi stumbles out of the corner in a daze as Savannah meets him with a toe kick. A snap DDT takes the masked man down, but Savannah doesn’t go for the cover this time. She gets right back to her feet and stomps at the prone body of her foe as the fans continue to boo her. Kris Cruise: Savannah is showing no mercy here. Stephy Auger: She has no room for errors tonight, Kris. This is her chance to show these fans she’s not to be messed with. Savannah waits for her opponent to get back to hie feet; Senso forces himself to an upright, albeit doubled over position as Savannah hits the ropes for a running corkscrew neckbreaker! She hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd boo loudly as Savannah lifts her opponent’s shoulder off the mat. A smirk on her face as she drags Senso back to his feet; a couple of right hands keep him staggered as Savannah sets herself up for the Desert Rose – NO! Senso ducks under the spinning backfist and runs against the ropes. He comes back with a spinning headscissors takedown as the fans pop! Kris Cruise: Senso Washi must have his second wind, and he’s going to teach Savannah Taylor not to take him too lightly. Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Senso ducks under a lunging clothesline attempt, countering that with an atomic drop. Washi hits the ropes, but before he can capitalize, Savannah hits him with the Desert Rose! The backfist connects and Washi is out on his feet. And he’s wide open for the Siren’s Song as Savannah drives him head first into the mat. She rolls him over and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SAVANNAH TAYLOR! Stephy Auger: A comfortable victory for Savannah Taylor tonight – no, she dominated that veteran, Kris. Kris Cruise: A few hairy moments, but Savannah was simply too much for the debuting Senso Washi. And she’ll be joining Yun Goeun in the Frontier Lions Cup. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:52:48 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Match)
Johnny Karma vs. Danny Diamond "Anything you can do, I can do better.
I can do any - I can - I can do any - I can - I can do anything better than you.
You know." Danny Diamond steps out onto the stage as the beat of Backronym's "Better Than You" hits. With a hood covering his head, he looks down, standing on the stage with his arms spread wide. Once the first verse kicks in, Danny lowers his hood and flashes the audience a grin. He begins his walk to the ring. For the most part, he ignores the fans on the way to the ring, but he may occasionally point out fans wearing his merchandise. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, now residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at a 213 pounds, DANNNNNNY DIAMOOOOOOOND! Once reaching the ring, Danny stands by its side and leaps onto the apron, before quickly vaulting himself over the top rope and into the ring. Once standing in the ring, Danny heads to the furthest corner and climbs to the top rope, where he holds his arms out again. Diamond takes his sunglasses off and nonchalantly tosses them out of the ring. He then pulls his hoodie off and does the same with it. Finally, "The Prized Gem" back flips off of the top rope, landing on his feet in a needless showing of athleticism. Kris Cruise: The in-ring return of another of the New Kings, Danny Diamond has not been seen for some time, but now he makes his return to FGA. Stephy Auger: He went away to fully realize his place in the world. A king among the common filth! The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma to His adoring public, and at the exact moment Jimmy Page's riff begins making love to the crowd's ears He arrives at the top of the ramp, strutting to a vantage point where the entire crowd can see Him and, as Cherry applauds Him, He blows a kiss to the arena. Karma strolls down the ramp with Cherry stood by His side, chatting and waving to the fans who have paid to see Him do His thing tonight while making sure that every single hair on his head is in the exact place it should be. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing his opponent, from Queens, New York, weighing in at 233 pounds … He is, JOHNNY KARMA! As the pair reach ringside, Cherry quickly climbs onto the ring apron and sits on the middle rope to hold it open, as Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning to face His audience and slowly raising an arm before raising his index finger to let everyone know that He is #1, before he steps through the ropes into His ring. Kris Cruise: Now Karma has to really be recovering mentally from his Pride Championship loss at All-Star Showdown. I’m curious to see how that affects him going into this match. Stephy Auger: He better not be off his game at all. If he is, Diamond is going to shove his foot into his throat. Once inside His ring, Karma climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and unzips his ring jacket, looking out over His crowd and nodding in acknowledgment that they are all there to see Him, and that He is grateful for this. If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay Karma climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring, climbing onto the opposite turnbuckle to salute His followers. The bell sounds with both men walking to the center of the ring. Diamond gabs off to Karma, but then offers a hand for the opening lock-up. Karma takes it. Both men struggle a bit against one another before Diamond gets up the upper hand. He applies a headlock, but it’s not long before Karma sends him off the rope. Diamond comes back, leaping over Karma, who hits the mat. Diamond comes back again, but when Karma tries to send him over, Diamond reverses the attempt into a simple, but effective hammerlock. Karma resists the hold for a moment, his eye closed with slight pain. He then gets out the hold, before getting behind Diamond with a rear-waist lock. He tries for a wrestling takedown, but Diamond stuffs the attempt, turning to dead weight. Karma breaks the hold, deciding to get his arm work in early by taking a hold of Diamond’s arm with a wrist lock. He wrenches the hold, but Diamond gets out by rolling onto the ground. He then reverses the wrist lock with a standing shoulder lock. Karma moves to try to free him, but to no avail. Diamond sends a sharp knee up into Karma’s gut before trying to take him down with a snap suplex. Karma drops to a knee, making sure Diamond can heave him up. Diamond tries for a knee to soften his opponent up, but Karma catches it. He hooks the leg and gets a single leg on Diamond. He takes him down to the mat, but Diamond immediately scrambles to get to a neutral position. When he does, Karma takes him up by the back and drops him down with a backbreaker. He does not release the hold, and then dumps Diamond out of the ring, mouthing to Diamond to “get out of my ring”. Stephy Auger: How disrespectful! Lose that Pride championship and his true colors show! Kris Cruise: Karma being a bit feisty here against a man that has helped terrorize him for the past few months. I think it’s a little warranted. Diamond favors his back and rolls in the ring. Karma gives him enough time to make it to his feet. Diamond nods as Karma offers the lockup again. Diamond looks as if he’s going to do it, but then throws a kick at Karma. Karma avoids it, but almost gets caught with a Roundhouse kick that forces him into the corner. Diamond rushes in, hitting him with a low shoulder tackle. He gets up, takes Karma by his head, and then sends him outside. Karma hangs onto the rope, but then Diamond bounces off and connects with a triangle dropkick, sending Karma to the outside. Diamond gets up and mocks Karma. Stephy Auger: Anything he can do; Diamond can do better. Karma gets up, holding his jaw. Cherry calls to him, but Karma gives her a simple thumbs-up before hitting the ring again. Diamond doesn’t give him the same courtesy, going immediately on the attack. The crowd boos at his lack of respect. But as Diamond floors Karma with a low dropkick, he gets to his feet and mouths off to the crowd. He goes back to work on Karma, hitting him with a European Uppercut. With Karma stunned, Diamond irish-whips him and hits the former Pride Champion to the ground with a Japanese Arm Drag. Karma rolls to his feet and gets another, and then another. Diamond finishes the sequence, ducking behind Karma and slamming him to the ground with a German Suplex. He retains the bridge. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out. Kris Cruise: This whole match has seemed to be structured around both men getting the one-up on one another. A game of pride and skill. That opening moment of the two not being able to capitalize showcases their mastery of wrestling fundamentals. Stephy Auger: It’s only a matter of time before Karma slips up again and Diamond gets the win. It’s bound to happen. Kris Cruise: Diamond is just as susceptible to mistakes as Karma is. Karma starts to make it to his feet, while Diamond starts to pepper him with kicks to the sides. Karma resists the pain, and cracks Diamond with a knife edge chop that resonates throughout the arena. HE keeps at it, backing Diamond up onto the ring ropes. Eventually, the referee makes his way into the back them apart. Karma takes a step back. Diamond holds onto his chest, trying to gain some distance. Karma chases him, but Diamond retaliates with a sudden kick. Karma collects his leg, but Diamond follows up quickly with an Enzuigiri. Karma hits the mat, letting go of Diamond’s leg. Diamond stands up straight and pops a moonsault onto Karma’s body, maintaining a cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma once again kicks out. Diamond shows a little frustration, resting his hands on his hips, but gets up. He brings Karma to his feet, hooking the arm again for a suplex. Karma punches Diamond in the ribs, which breaks the hold. Karma takes Diamond and sends him off the ropes. Diamond bounces off the rope, trying for a sudden springboard dropkick, but Karma hits the mat. Diamond flies over Karma and hits the mat hard. As he gets to a knee, Karma runs in and hits him with a low, but strong NYC Uppercut. He goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diamond gets the shoulder up. Karma picks up Diamond and sends him off the ropes, Diamond catches the lowered Karma with a stiff kick to the face. Karma’s body rises up; which Diamond follows with a dropkick. Karma takes the hit, stumbling off the rope into a snap suplex from Diamond. Diamond floats through, following up with a Northern Lights Suplex. He gets up and rushes for the rope. He bounces off and goes for the Lionsault. Karma rolls over, stopping the attempt, but Diamond lands on his feet. He rushes back in, but Karma hits him hard in the gut. Karma takes a hold of Diamond’s head, and tries for Macho Karma. Once he gets over the rope, Diamond sparks to life and shoves him to the outside. Karma goes flying fast and hard into the outside barricade. He bounces off it with a terrifying thud. Diamonds laughs at his handiwork and goes to check on his injuries. Kris Cruise: And Karma may be hurt. That was quite the nasty spill to the outside! Stephy Auger: He shouldn’t have tried that mess. One of these days it was going to catch up with him. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The crowd begins to muster up energy, trying to get Karma to get to his feet. Karma begins to stir, while Diamond looks on with contempt. FIVE! Karma makes it to his feet, but hangs onto the barricade. Once he approaches the ring, Diamond runs off the rope, trying for a suicide dive. However, right as he flies through the ropes, Karma catches him with Check your Chicklets! Diamond hangs on the rope, while Karma manages to crawl underneath the rope. He pulls Diamond off the rope and plants him with Instant Karma, before going for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR- Danny manages to get the shoulder up, much to the dismay of the crowd and confusion of Johnny Karma. Kris Cruise: And both men showing deep, intestinal fortitude. I thought it was over after that Check your Chicklets. Stephy Auger: Danny Diamond is a king, Kris. He’s going to keep getting up, because he’s not losing to someone he sees as lower than him. Karma rests on his knees for a second, while Diamond stirs slightly. Karma’s the first to fully make it to his feet, taking up Diamond again. Diamond’s groggy which gives Karma ample time to strike him with the infamous three left jabs. He winds up for the right hook, but Diamond ducks underneath and shoves Karma into the corner. Karma slumps down, but not completely before Diamond hits him with England’s Finest Combo. The Tiger Driver plants Karma down hard and Diamond goes for the pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Karma kicks out again! Diamond’s now frustrated as he beats on the mat. He glares at the referee, who must to his credit, stands up and shows him that it was two. Diamond rolls his eyes and makes it to his feet, groaning lowly. Karma gets up right into his clutches as he tries for the Rubix. He swings around, but before he drops the stunner, Karma stops him with a reverse suplex. When Diamond gets up, Karma cracks him with another Check your Chicklets. Diamond stumbles back, but Karma takes his arm and pulls him back into Hard Times! Diamond crumbles to the mat and the delirious Karma falls on top of him. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JOHNNNNNY KARMA! Kris Cruise: One counter was all it took for either of these men to get the win. It was just Karma that had the timelier one. Stephy remains speechless as Karma rolls off Diamond. Cherry rushes the ring, trying to help him to his feet. When he does manage to get there, he looks around, smiling gently over his victory. He throws up an arm, enjoying his win. 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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:53:15 GMT -5
The camera cuts backstage to reveal Spencer Burke standing by.
Spencer Burke: “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time… Chris Bond.”
The camera pans back to reveal Chris Bond standing right next to him. It’s our second time seeing him tonight; him earlier surprising everyone with a return here in Amarillo. The crowd is nuts, still on their feet.
Spencer Burke: “Chris, earlier tonight you made a rather surprising return. You almost had your hands on the man who took months from your career. And I’ve just been informed that he’s wholeheartedly denied you a championship match. And he’s got a message for you, in not so many nice words, that you basically need to earn your shot. What do you have to say to that?”
Spencer points the microphone towards Bond’s mouth. The Texas Native and two-time PRIDE Champion has been absent since December 28. Little beads of sweat have formed at the base of his hairline.
Chris Bond: “Spencer, Johnny Cannon took 194 days from me. He put me through four hours of surgery, weeks of physical therapy and rehabilitation. He put me on the shelf for seven months. If he thinks I came back for a title shot, he’s sorely mistaken. I don’t want his title. I want his head on a silver platter. I want his blood on my hands. I want to make him scream out in agony, twisting his body, contorting it into unnatural poses. Johnny Cannon thinks he’s untouchable now that’s the new King of the FGA Nation. This notion of kings and class systems, it’s got me thinking of one thing: I say VIVA LA REVOLUTION.”
Bond throws a fist into the air, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. It’s crazy though, him being backstage away from the hundreds in attendance. Not being able to physically see him. It’s like he’s a magician.
Spencer Burke: “Well, you were very close to putting him through some pain tonight but his pals Quinn Goodrich and Danny Diamond seemed to get in your way long enough for the FGA World Champion to hightail it out of there. Do you have anything to say to them?”
Bond just smirks.
Chris Bond: “Spencer, the dulcet tones of your voice are a godsend having been gone this long. Of course I do… they can keep trying to protect their idiot king, but it will be for nothing. I will get my hands on him, and I will make him pay. And if I know Johnny Cannon, he’s not going to agree to step into a ring with me unless he’s guaranteed a massive payday. I just so happen to have one. On September 4th, The FGA will be putting on it’s first Axxess Network special, First Wave. I want you in a match that night, Johnny. I want you to face up to the crimes you’ve committed and I want you to feel the pain and agony and anger you’ve caused me these last seven months. You’ve got a list of crimes a mile wide, and on September 4th, I’m going to be your judge. I’m going to be your jury. And I’m going to be your executioner.”
Burke seems to be as excited as the crowd in attendance. One can only hope that those at home are just as excited are tweeting out things like “#CannonIsAnIdiotKing” or “#FightCannonFight” or “#DontBeAPussyCannonAcceptTheDamnMatch”. That last one might be a little too much, but one can still hope.
Spencer Burke: “You’re challenging him to a match even after he’s denied you a title match? What makes you think he’ll fight you when nothing is on the line?”
Chris just shakes his head.
Chris Bond: “Spencer, Cannon may be a vile, disgusting, despicable human being. And he may be one of the least charismatic individuals to ever hold that title belt this side of Sean Sands. But Johnny Cannon can see the dollar signs and deep down, he wants this rematch too. Because that night that he went after my knee… I beat him. I beat him cleanly and clearly in the middle of the ring. I took away his one chance of ever denying me a match because I have a victory over him hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles. The only thing bigger than his bar tab is his ego and Johnny Cannon doesn’t like the notion of ever being second place.”
Bond smirks, remembering how great it felt to defeat Johnny Cannon all of those months ago.
Chris Bond: “Now all that being said, it’s been over three years since I last competed for the FGA World Title. At All-Star Showdown II, I challenged for Chris Q’s championship. And I came up short. It’s been three long years since I’ve had an opportunity and in two weeks, I’m given another chance. You see, I’m the mystery opponent for Chandler Scott. I’m this year’s final participant for the Lion’s Cup.”
Bond looks into the camera coldly.
Chris Bond: “And Johnny, I’ve got no problem earning my shot.”
Bond stares intensely into the camera for another couple of moments before turning back to Burke. Spencer gasps audibly.
Spencer Burke: “You… You’re the mystery opponent for Chandler Scott?!! That’s a blockbuster announcement, Chris! And I hate to play Devil’s Advocate here, but the last time you faced Chandler Scott, the former FGA World Champion bested you in a contest many people fail to remember. For featuring two well-known individuals such as yourselves, it’s one of the least remembered contests ever! Where can your head be heading into a match like that?”
Bond closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head. There may have even been an eye roll.
Chris Bond: “Chandler Scott did beat me that night. I have no problem admitting to that fact. You see, Chandler Scott was once a pompous, arrogant piece of sh*t. But I’d be dead lying if I stood here and said he wasn’t a phenomenal wrestler. I don’t like Chandler Scott. But compared to guys like Johnny Cannon who I want to wrap my hands around his throat and choke the life out of him… or Jimmy Page whose morality and disgust know no boundary… Scott is one of the few people in this business who still do it because they love it, and not for sh*ts and giggles. I’m looking forward to this contest and the opportunity I have in front of me. When I win the Lion’s Cup this year, people won’t doubt that I didn’t earn it.”
Spencer smiles and shakes his head in anticipation.
Spencer Burke: “I’m certainly excited for this rematch. We haven’t seen this side of you in a long time Chris. It’s like you’ve been rebooted or revitalized. You’re hungry for championship gold, you’ve got a thirst for vengeance and you appear to be in the best shape of your life.”
Bond smirks and just shakes his head.
Chris Bond: “Was there a question in there somewhere Burke?”
Spencer shakes his head and mouths “No”.
Chris Bond: “Look. I’ll admit that I was floating aimlessly for a while. I didn’t have a vision of what I needed to do or where I wanted to be. But I’ve got things in my life worth fighting for. A son who adores me. Who needs to see that in a world full of darkness, the night isn’t completely devoid of stars! I’ve got someone who loves me, who cares about me. She’s beautiful and funny. I’ve got some of the best goddamn talent fighting under me down at the Lion’s Den and I’ve got this desire to be more than a footnote. I’m more than the guy who lost to Chris Q twice. I’m more than someone who's been beaten by Dom Harter and Chandler Scott. I’m more than a two-time Pride Champion. I’m more than one of two people who Johnny Cannon got away with putting on the injured reserve list. My name is Chris Bond. And it seems that some of these people have forgotten that this… this is MY FRONTIER.”
Bond says with such sincerity Spencer is left standing speechless. The crowd cheers with a reaction not seen since Chandler Scott walked away victorious at All-Star Showdown V. Bond smiles, smacks Spencer on the shoulder and walks out of shot.
Spencer Burke: “B-Back to you at ringside.”
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:54:00 GMT -5
SIX MAN TAG
Ricky Valero and #RubyWay vs. The Usual Suspects and Sara Cochran "Pity Party" by Melanie Martinez hits, and the top of the ramp fills with smoke. Sara Cochran strolls through the curtain, and emerges from the smoke to a negative reaction from the FGA faithful. She points to her earmuffs, motioning to the fans to boo as loud as they want, it won't matter to her. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Six Man Tag Team Match! It is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Bellevue, Washington! Weighing in at 144 pounds… SARA COCHRAN! Cochran makes her way down the ramp, singing her entrance music to herself before she walks up the ring steps and wipes her feet on the apron, then enters the ring. Heading to her corner, she climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and blows a sarcastic kiss towards the stands before hopping off to await the start of her match. Kris Cruise: Sara Cochran was “robbed” of her match against Nero Darling at All-Star Showdown V. But she still showed up anyone and she wasn't alone. Stephy Auger: No she wasn't. Our REAL glorious leader, Skylar Cloud made her FGA debut at the pay per view as her, Sara and The Systemic dismantled Molly Reid and Annie Dupree after their Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship Match. Dimebag Darrell’s building rift of “Cowboys from Hell” by Pantera abruptly begins over the PA system and the fans rise in anticipation of The Usual Suspects. The song begins its heavy thrashing as the dual guitars begin their monstrous battle for supremacy as the arena lights dim. A red spotlight shines on the black curtains and the fog begins to rise when Phil Anselmo’s screaming vocals begin… Oh…COME ON!!!Anthony Rother steps through the curtains dressed in one of his usual suits, holding his leather briefcase that he claims is only protecting contracts with FGA Management. Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains as the house lights return to brightness. Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We’re gonna take what’s ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We’re tagged and can’t turn backBoth men are dawning black hooded sweatshirts that obscure their face over their singlets. The trio stare out into the crowd, take in boos, and then begin walking to the ring. Rother jaws with a few of the fans in the aisle way. J.A. Aldridge: And her partners, being accompanied to the ring by Anthony Rother! Weighing in at a total combined weight of 462 pounds! They are the team of Jason Marx… Chris Tryon… THE USUAL SUSPECTS! You see us comin’
And you all together run for cover
We’re taking over this townThe two men pause at the base of the ring apron as Rother ascends into the ring and steps through the ropes. Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hellKris Cruise: Sara Cochran will be joined in this match by The Usual Suspects, who are making their in-ring return for the first time in over two years. Stephy Auger: You might think there’s ring rust, but they look to be in great shape, Cruise. With their newfound attitude and with Anthony Rother leading the way, I see nothing but good things for these two. Both men hop up onto the ring apron next and enter through the ropes as the music begins to fade. They begin removing their shirts as Rother begins a brief coaching session. "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 their opponents! Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 227 pounds… 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 his partners. Kris Cruise: Ricky Valero is the first one out for his team in this Six Man Tag Match. I’ve got to wonder how he’s going to bounce back after he and Luke Jackson lost the Tag Titles to Status Quo at All-Star Showdown V? Stephy Auger: Who cares who he bounces back, Cruise? The more important question is this: how he is going to coexist with RubyWay in here tonight. Did you hear that back and forth earlier. There’s a whole lot of tension there, Cruise. It wouldn’t shock me if RubyWay left him high and dry. The lights immediately go out in the arena and the roar of the crowd can be heard. Suddenly, a haunting yet melodic synthesizer riff plays among the PA system as the crowd can be heard clapping their hands to the beat of the song. Obviously they are aware of the song being played for the entrance. “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey. Yet, when the smooth vocal harmonies of Steve Perry start singing out, the crowd is still clapping and as the first verse plays, a spotlight comes on near the entrance as Kevin Hardaway is standing there at the ramp, lip-syncing the verse as he’s the one singing it, pantomiming to the crowd Here we stand
Worlds apart
Hearts broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground
I'm reaching for you, you, you As the second verse starts playing though, another spotlight appears on the entrance ramp as Ruby Tyler is standing there. She...is not singing. Actually, she’s absolutely baffled and annoyed by what in the hell is going on. She looks at Kevin and starts arguing with him but as the pre-chorus starts playing, the lights come back on and the both of them walk towards the ring. Kevin walking with a bit more bit in his step, Ruby behind him just casually walking to the ring, obviously wondering where she went wrong in this situation. J.A. Aldridge: And his partners, weighing in at a total combined weight of 363 pounds! They are the team of Ruby Tyler… Kevin Hardaway… #RUBYWAY! As the chorus hits, Kevin stands on top of the turnbuckle and Ruby just casually enters the ring. She’s ready for the match, sure...she’s just not ready to deal with Kevin in the same corner right now. Kevin hops off the turnbuckle and slaps Ruby’s shoulder, running around in circles around her. If there ever was a definition of these two in a nutshell, this is indeed it. The song ends and Kevin stands next to Ruby, ready to actually talk strategy oddly enough. Kris Cruise: RubyWay are the first, last and only WLW Tag Team Champions. But they want more tag gold. What they want are those FGA World Tag Team Titles. Stephy Auger: Yes, they are indeed the WLW Tag Champs. I know because they won’t shut up about it. We get it. You guys walked up the hill both ways, barefoot, in the snow to defeat 80 teams. Incredible. No one is denying their talent. But if I have to hear about that Infinity Gauntlet one more time, I might have to slap someone. However, let me say this. The disrespect that they showed both Status Quo and Next Level earlier? I liked that. Oh yeah, I liked that a lot. It shows that they’re not intimidated. They’re not going to back down. Ruby and Kevin? These guys are go getters, Cruise. With this attitude, I don’t see why they can’t roll into the ring and take those FGA World Tag Team Titles. The bell sounds as Cochran and Tyler start things off before locking up. After jockeying for position, Cochran drops down to a knee before flipping Tyler over with a fireman’s carry. Tyler then tries to scramble back to her feet, but Cochran locks her in a side headlock. Tyler tries to shove Cochran off of her, but it’s to no avail. Cochran then throws Tyler down to the mat with a side headlock takeover. The ref kneels down and asks Tyler if she wants to give up. But she refuses. Tyler then reaches her legs up before reversing into a headscissors. After struggling to break free, Cochran is ultimately able to escape with a kip up. After Tyler gets back to a vertical base, Cochran locks on yet another side headlock. But it doesn’t stay on for long as she performs a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. The ref checks in with Tyler. But again, Tyler refuses to quit. She then leans forward before reversing into a hammerlock of her own. But the cheers soon turn to boos as Cochran uses her free arm to elbow Tyler in the face. After performing a standing switch, Cochran delivers a rear waist lock takedown. She then quickly switches into a north/south position from the back before locking on a front facelock. As soon as Tyler tries to rise back to her feet, Cochran brings her down with a Gator Roll to the left. Tyler again tries to return to a vertical base. But Cochran brings her back down with a Gator Roll to the right. From there, Cochran begins delivering knees to the shoulders. She then turns Tyler over onto her shoulder and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tyler kicks out. Kris Cruise: Ruby Tyler is a very good striker. But Sara Cochran is a very good wrestler and right now, Cochran’s controlling Tyler on the ground. Cochran picks up Tyler and whips her into the ropes. When Tyler returns, Cochran throws out a quick elbow strike. But Tyler ducks and runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she knocks Cochran down with a Lou Thesz Press. Tyler mounts herself on top of Cochran and begins nailing her with mounted elbows to the face. But Cochran ends up blocking most of the blows by covering up. After getting off of Cochran, Tyler delivers a stomp to the midsection. She then reaches down, picks up Cochran, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Cochran around, Tyler delivers a hard knife edge chop. Tyler then fires off another chop… and another. She then takes Cochran and whips her into the opposite corner. Tyler runs across the ring, but Cochran nails hers with a boot to the face. As Tyler stumbles back, Cochran runs out of the corner to attack. But Tyler counters with an arm drag. Cochran gets back up, but Tyler brings her back down with another arm drag. Once Cochran returns to her feet, Tyler takes her by the arm, wrings it, drags her over into her team’s corner and tags in Kevin Hardaway. The crowd cheers as Hardaway gets in and delivers a double axehandle smash across Cochran’s outstretched arm. He then pops Cochran with an elbow smash that sends her stumbling back. Hardaway then marches over, takes Cochran and whips her into the ropes. When Cochran returns, she slides through Hardaway's legs. When Hardaway turns around, Cochran pops up and goes for a kick to the midsection. After Hardaway catches her foot, Cochran quickly counters with an enzuigiri that drops Hardaway down to a knee. While Hardaway tries to shake off the blow, Cochran rushes over and tags in Jason Marx. Kris Cruise: Jason Marx is in. Let’s see what he’s got after two years out of an FGA ring. The crowd boos as Marx gets in, rushes over and delivers clubbing shots across the back of Hardaway’s neck. Marx picks up Hardaway, wraps his arms around his waist and rams him back-first into the corner. Marx pulls Hardaway from out of the corner… only to ram him right back into it. The crowd continues to boo as Marx nearly knocks the air out of Hardaway after a series of shoulder thrusts. Marx takes Hardaway by the arm, leads him out of the corner and knocks him down with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway kicks out. Marx picks up Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway returns, Marx leans forward to set up a back body drop. But Hardaway counters by stopping and stomping Marx across the back of the head. After Marx stands up, Hardaway throws out a rolling elbow. But Marx ducks and runs into the ropes. When Marx returns, the crowd cheers as Hardaway throws him down with an STO. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx kicks out. Kris Cruise: Hardaway got the better of that exchange there. But Marx gets kicks out at two. Earlier tonight, we saw RubyWay angling their way into a Tag Title Match. But you’ve got to think that The Usual Suspects have their eyes on that situation as well. Stephy Auger: Oh absolutely. This isn’t some little comeback tour for old times sake. The Suspects are back for the gold and you can bet that sooner or later, they’ll be knocking on the door of the champs. Whomever that may be at the time. Hardaway picks up Marx, whips him into the corner and follows up with a running European Uppercut. Hardaway takes Marx, whips him into the opposite corner and follows up with another European Uppercut. Hardaway then takes Marx by the wrist, leads him from out of the corner and goes for a short-arm Decap Lariat. But Marx ducks, swings around, grabs Hardaway from behind and hits a release German Suplex. He crawls over, pulls Hardaway over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Marx picks up Hardaway and whips him into the Suspects corner. Marx runs into the corner. But Hardaway counters with a back elbow. He then turns around and socks Cochran with a right hand, which knocks her off the apron and to the floor. Tryon then goes to strike Hardaway. But Hardaway blocks and counters with a punch of his own. When Hardaway turns around, Marx catches him with a throat thrust. He then takes Hardaway and whips him into the ropes. When Hardaway returns, Marx throws out a lariat. But Hardaway ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Hardaway returns, he knocks Marx down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx gets his shoulder up. Hardaway picks up Marx and whips him into the corner. He then runs into the corner, follows up with a clothesline and tags in Ricky Valero. Kris Cruise: Now Valero’s been tagged in. You know he’s just been dying to let out all of that frustration after losing those Tag Titles. The crowd cheers as Valero gets in and lights up Marx’s chest with knife edge chops. He then brings Marx from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Marx returns, Valero goes for a hurricanrana. But the crowd boos as Marx counters with a sitout powerbomb. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero kicks out. After Tryon puts his foot on the top rope, Marx picks up Valero, runs over and slams him face-first against the sole of Tryon’s boot. After Tryon gets his foot off the top rope, Marx tags him in. The crowd boos as Tryon gets in, pushes Valero into the corner and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then brings Valero from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Valero returns, Tryon goes for a superkick. But Valero catches his foot. He then goes to turn Tryon away from him. But Tryon uses the momentum to counter with a backflip kick. While Valero’s dazed, Tryon kicks him in the midsection, throws him down with a scoop slam and follows up with a corkscrew leg drop. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero kicks out. Kris Cruise: I know it’s only a small sample size. But so far, Tryon looks as good as ever. Stephy Auger: He still moves with the same quickness that he did before. It’s like him and Marx haven’t lost a step. Tryon picks up Valero and goes for an irish whip. But Valero reverses, sending Tryon into the ropes. When Tryon returns, Valero sets up a back body drop. But Tryon counters with a kick to the face. While Valero stumbles back, Tryon turns and runs back into the ropes. When Tryon comes back, Valero knocks him down with a jumping corkscrew knee to the face. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Tryon just got caught with Dream Street. It looked like he was on Dream Street. But he still had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up. Of course, we can see that weasel Anthony Rother screaming on the outside... Stephy Auger: He’s not a weasel. He’s simply trying to give his boys some instructions and encouragement. Valero picks up Tryon and goes for an irish whip. But Tryon reverses, sending Valero into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Valero hangs onto the ropes. So Tryon charges at Valero. But Valero ducks and dumps Tryon over the top rope and to the ropes. Before Valero can even run into the far ropes to set up a high flying move to the floor, Hardaway slaps him on the back to tag himself in. Kris Cruise: It looked like Valero was about to set up for something, but Hardaway’s got other plans. Stephy Auger: I don’t think Valero appreciated that tag. Once Hardaway and Tyler get in the ring, Tyler runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, Hardaway hoists over the top rope. When Tryon turns around, Tyler knocks him down. Hardaway then takes off into the far ropes. Once Tryon gets up and turns around, Hardaway leaps through the ropes and flattens him with GTFO~! Tyler then climbs up onto the apron, runs, dives off and crashes on top of Tryon with Look Out Below! Hardaway picks Tryon up, rolls him back into the ring, slides himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his foot on the bottom rope. Kris Cruise: Good ring awareness there by Tryon. I would say that so far, it looked like Valero and RubyWay were putting their differences aside. But I saw that look that Valero gave Hardaway after K-Hard tagged himself in. Will it turn into something? That remains to be seen. Hardaway picks up Tryon, tags Tyler back in and whips Tryon into the far ropes. When Tryon returns, the crowd cheers as RubyWay deliver a double pancake. After Tryon gets up on his knees, RubyWay knocks him down with a double superkick. Tyler makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his shoulder up. Tyler picks up Tryon, tags Hardaway back in and whips Tryon into the ropes. When Tryon returns, the crowd cheers as RubyWay throw him down with a Double STO. Hardaway makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx breaks up the pin. Hardaway picks up Tryon, snapmares him over and runs into the ropes. When he returns, he knocks Tryon down with a running kick to the chest before delivering a double stomp to the chest. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: For a while there, it looked like Cochran and Company were having their way with this match. But now, control has swung over to the side of Valero and RubyWay. Hardaway picks up Tryon and goes to lift him up for the Lights Out Brainbuster. But Tryon blocks it. After a punch to the ribs, Hardaway goes for another Lights Out Brainbuster. This time, Tryon blocks the move by dropping down to one knee. So Hardaway lets go before nailing Tryon with a roundhouse kick to the head. He then reaches down, pulls Tryon back up and lifts him up for the Lights Out Brainbuster. But Tryon’s able to slip down from behind. He then pushes Hardaway into the ropes, where he gets nailed him a knee to the small of the back from Cochran. Kris Cruise: Hey! Stephy Auger: What? I didn’t see anything! Did you see something!? Because I sure didn’t! As Hardaway staggers away from the ropes, the crowd boos as Tryon knocks him down with a superkick. He then goes over and tags Cochran back in, who immediately makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Cochran picks up Hardaway and whips him into the corner. While The Usual Suspects hold him in place, the crowd boos as Cochran delivers multiple corner dropkicks. Once the Suspects let go, Hardaway crumbles from out of the corner. She then runs into the ropes. When she returns, she delivers a jumping knee drop. Cochran makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway his shoulder up. Stephy Auger: What was that you were saying about momentum? Because right now, Cochran’s got all of it! Cochran picks up Hardaway, snapmares him over and runs towards the ropes. She springboards onto the middle rope, backflips, lands behind Hardaway and delivers a quick kick to the spine before applying a rear chinlock. Stephy Auger: WHAT A MANEUVER! Kris Cruise: Oh please... The ref asks Hardaway if he wants to give up. But K-hard refuses to quit. So Cochran pulls back hard on the chin. The ref checks back in with Hardaway and asks him if he wants to give up. But Hardaway won’t throw in the towel. Kris Cruise: This crowd is trying to rally behind K-Hard. Can the former Pride Champion escape this hold and make a tag to one of his partners? Stephy Auger: Nope! Hardaway begins to feed off the energy of the crowd. Cochran can be seen shaking her head in disbelief as Hardaway slowly turns over onto his knees and then gets back to his feet. Hardaway nails Cochran with five elbows to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, Hardaway runs into the ropes, where Valero makes the blind tag. When Hardaway comes back, Hardaway goes for a running clothesline. Cochran ducks and goes to run into the ropes. But she gets cut off by a springboard missile dropkick from Valero. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cochran gets her shoulder up. Valero picks up Cochran and whips her into the ropes. When Cochran returns, Valero delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. While Cochran lays writhing in pain, Valero bounces into the ropes. When he returns, he delivers the Legdrops of Jupiter before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cochran gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Valero just dropped those series o legs across Cochran’s throat. But she still got the shoulder up. Stephy Auger: Most wrestlers would’ve quit after that. But when you Reach 4 The Skylar… Kris Cruise: Don’t you even bring that mess up! Valero picks up Cochran, hooks both arms and delivers a double underhook backbreaker. While Cochran’s down, Valero steps out onto the apron, scales up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for Burying The Hatchet. But Cochran moves out of the way to avoid the diving double foot stomp. Once Valero lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. After he rolls up to his feet and turns around, Cochran drops him with a dropkick to the knee. While Valero’s down on one leg, Cochran runs into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd boos as she knocks Valero down with a running big boot. Cochran makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero gets his shoulder up. Cochran picks up Valero and goes for an irish whip. But Valero reverses, sending Cochran into the ropes. When Cochran returns, Valero throws out a kick to the midsection. But Cochran catches his foot and then counters with three rolling dragonscrew leg whips. While Valero’s down, Cochran delivers a series of high speed twisting elbow drops before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Valero gets his shoulder up. But I’m wondering how much those dragonscrews took out of him? Stephy Auger: Those old man knees aren’t what they used to be. Cochran gets off of Valero and delivers a stomp to the leg before stepping through the ropes. After making her way to the top, she crouches down and waits for Valero to return to his feet. When Valero gets back to a vertical base, Cochran stands up and leaps off for a missile dropkick. But Valero’s able to side steps and knock her down with a dropkick in mid air. Kris Cruise: Valero with the dropkick! Stephy Auger: How!? While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Cochran gets up, stumbles over and tags in Marx. As soon as Marx gets in, he rushes over to grab Valero. But Valero’s able to roll forward, dive and tag Hardaway back in. Stephy Auger: No, no, no, no, no... Once Hardaway gets in, the two men trade fists until Hardaway gains the upperhand. He then takes Marx and whips him into the ropes. When Marx returns, Hardaway sets up for a back body drop. Marx sees it, so he counters with a sunset flip. But Hardaway’s able to counter with a double foot stomp. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx gets his shoulder up. Hardaway picks up Marx and nails him with four elbow smashes to the face, followed by a spinning backfist that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Hardaway then goes into the corner, grabs Marx and whips him into the opposite corner. Hardaway runs across the ring to attack. But Marx dips his shoulder and dumps Hardaway over the top rope… … but Hardaway lands safely on the apron. When Marx turns around, Hardaway connects with a gamengiri that sends him stumbling back. Once Hardaway pulls himself back up using the ropes, Tryon heads across the apron to attack. But Hardaway fends him off with a back elbow to the face. When Hardaway turns his attention back to Marx, Marx nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Marx then takes Hardaway vertical suplexes him back into the ring. The crowd boos as Marx turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Marx picks up Hardaway and whips him hard into the corner. After Hardaway collides sternum-first into the turnbuckles and stumbles back, Marx grabs him from behind and delivers a bridging German Suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Hardaway gets his shoulder up. Marx picks up Hardaway and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Hardaway rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet. When Marx turns around, he turns into alternating palm strikes from Hardaway, followed by a spinning back kick that doubles him over. Hardaway then stops on the back of Marx’s head and follows up with a rolling elbow that knocks him down. Kris Cruise: KTFO~! by Hardaway! This could be it right here! ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon dives over and breaks up the pin. Stephy Auger: Phew! The crowd boos as Tryon gets to his feet and begins putting the boots to Hardaway. But the boos turn to cheers as Tyler runs in and knocks Tryon down with a jumping side kick. Tyler picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. But he doesn’t come back. So Tyler runs over to attack. But Tryon pulls down the top rope, sending Tyler over the top rope and to the floor. Tryon gets back up and shouts down at Tyler. As soon as Tryon turns around, the crowd cheers as Hardaway clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor... … but the cheers turn back to boos as Marx quickly grabs Hardaway from behind and delivers a Head and Arm Suplex. When Marx gets up and turns around, Valero leaps off the top rope and delivers a missile dropkick. The dropkick sends Marx stumbling back before his momentum sends him down to the canvas and to the outside. When Valero gets back to his feet, Cochran comes up from behind and dumps him over the top rope and to the floor. Cochran then runs a lap around the ring while pumping her arms in the air to boos from the crowd. Kris Cruise: This is not the Gold Rush Rumble! Cochran comes to a stop when she sees Valero getting up on the outside. So she takes off into the far ropes. When Cochran returns, she leaps through the ropes and knocks Valero down with a suicide dive. But she’s not done yet! Cochran rolls back into the ring, returns to her feet and runs back into the far ropes. When Cochran comes back, Hardaway turns her inside out with a Decap Lariat from out of nowhere. Kris Cruise: DECAP LARIAT! Stephy Auger: Where the heck did he come from!? Hardaway picks up Cochran, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. After Tyler climbs back up onto the apron, Hardaway tags her in. Kris Cruise: Ruby’s back in! RubyWay’s got the advantage! Stephy Auger: No, no, no, no, no.... Once Tyler gets in, #RubyWay pick up Marx and whip him into the ropes. When Marx returns, the crowd explodes with cheers as RubyWay delivers the Crimson Peak. Tyler makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd erupts with boos as Tryon dives over and breaks up the pin. Hardaway picks up Tryon, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. As Tryon gets up on the outside, Hardaway takes off into the far ropes. When Tryon turns around, Hardaway hurls himself through the ropes and knocks him down with KTFO~! Back in the ring, Tyler scales up to the top turnbuckles. Once Marx gets to his feet and turns around, Tyler leaps off and knocks her down with a diving forearm smash. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd erupts with boos as Anthony Rother gets on the apron and distracts the referee. Kris Cruise: What? Get him out of here, ref! Stephy Auger: Why? He’s just trying to shout instructions to his guys. They can’t hear him over these animals in the crowd! Tyler gets up, moves the ref out of the way and cracks Rother with a right cross. But before Tyler can turn around, Marx quickly rolls her up with a schoolboy. ONE! . Marx gets his feet on the middle rope and hooks her tights… . TWO! . Hardaway tries to get back in, but Cochran’s holding his leg. . THREE! “Cowboys From Hell” hits as the crowd erupts with boos. J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, THE USUAL SUSPECTS and SARA COCHRAN! Marx rolls out of the ring and helps up both Tryon and Rother. Meanwhile, Cochran demands that referee Drew Dillinger holds her arm up. He reluctantly does so. Stephy Auger: What a win by Cochran and the Suspects! Kris Cruise: What a win!? RubyWay and Valero were robbed out there! They had the match won not once, but twice! Stephy Auger: You say they had the match won. If they had it won, then guess what? They would’ve won! But they didn’t! They lost and they’ve got no one to blame but themselves! Kris Cruise: That’s not even remotely true and you kn- wait, what is this? Tyler can be seen yelling at the ref. She then motions to her tights to try and inform the ref what happened. But the ref tells her that he didn’t see anything. Both Tyler and Hardaway aren’t pleased. Neither is Valero, who finally makes his way back into the ring. He wants to know what happened and why RubyWay lost the match for them. They then get mad at him and ask him where the hell he was. Luke Jackson, the other half of The Next Level, makes his way into the ring and tries to calm everything down. He then has to physically move Valero towards the ropes as both Valero and RubyWay are still yelling back and forth. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:54:28 GMT -5
We cut to backstage as FGA interviewer Spencer Burke greets the fans with a smile.
Spencer Burke: With me at this time is the FGA’s own witch, Salem Cartier.
Salem steps into view wearing a silver studded black leather jacket and a pinstripe fedora cocked to one side.
Salem Cartier: Sup Spence?
She shakes his hand vigorously.
Spencer Burke: I um...just hoped to get a few words with you tonight prior to your main event tag team match.
Salem mugs for the camera, cupping her hands to her lips and letting out a howl.
Salem Cartier: Oh yeah! It's a party tonight in Amarillo, deep in the heart of Texas. I was having a powwow around the cauldron earlier and read the bubbles within it and it told me a good time would be had by all, don't ya know?
Burke adjusts his tie and focus an eyebrow.
Spencer Burke: …. Right. At any rate it has been an eventful few days for. Being named the new #1 contender to Annie Dupree’s Mid Atlantic Legacy title, as well as being placed in the Frontier Lions Cup tournament…the winner of which will earn a shot at the FGA World Title. And tonight you are teaming with your first round opponent Molly Reid to take on the new Pride champion, Fujiko Mine and her partner Mark Storm. Both of whom are also in the tournament. Thoughts?
Salem nodded and shot him a thumbs up.
Salem Cartier: Everything's coming up roses lately. Another crack at the MAL belt? I'll take it. I was so close the first time I went for it, but fell short. I got a lot of respect for Annie...and her Whitest Girl buddy, Molly. I'm honored to get in the ring with her, and may the best woman win. And tonight? Yeah, we team. Pretty cool. To get to tussle with Fujiko, one of the cool peeps in the industry? Can't wait. Mark Storm? He's a bit odd, but I'm looking forward to seeing what he's got. Molly and I know this is a showcase of Frontier Lions Cup participants, and any one of us might win that and be a future World Champion. It's an exciting time in FGA. I know this doesn't effect the tournament whatsoever, but to win this tag match? Fire a nice first warning shot? Yeah, I can get behind that. I know the fans are gonna witness one heck of a show out there.
Molly Reid walks into view with a smile.
Salem Cartier: Isn't that right, Molly?
Molly throws an arm across Salem’s shoulder.
Molly Reid: Oh yeah, it's gonna be something. Spencer, let everyone know that tonight as my partner I'm dubbing Salem the Whitest Witch I Know!
Salem and Molly both laughed and bumped fists.
Spencer Burke: There you have it, future opponents but they look on the same page tonight. Back to ringside!
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:55:05 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Dom Harter vs. Annie Dupree The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the some of crowd begin to boo, while others cheer. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction that are coming from the fans here in Amarillo. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Qualifying Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds … He is the “Tenacious Little Bastard”...DOM HARTER! Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter climbs up to the middle rope, posing for the fans as he waits for the match to start. Kris Cruise: Dom Harter successfully returned from his injury two weeks ago, defeating Izzy Anders is a gruelling encounter. Stephy Auger: What’s he done to her since then though, Cruise? Kris Cruise: There’s no evidence that Dom was involved in the kidnapping. But for the first time in his FGA career he now has the chance to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup, if he can get past the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Annie Dupree. An assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Dupree bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, raising her title belt high above her head, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 115 pounds! She is the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion … ANNIE DUPREE! The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle. Stephy Auger: We saw these two backstage earlier, where Harter was angling for a future title shot. As well as their Twitter interactions earlier this morning when Dom seemed intent on slapping the backside of Annie Dupree. Kris Cruise: Something Annie didn’t take too kindly to. And of course, two weeks ago, Annie managed to successfully defend her title against Molly Reid, so she’s got some momentum going into this match as well. Stephy Auger: One of them will go through to the Frontier Lions Cup, the other will go home with their head hung low. The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors begin to circle the ring; a large portion of the fans here in Amarillo are cheering for Annie, but The Tenacious Little Bastard does have his supporters too. Dom stops moving, however, as he extends a hand out. Annie looks down before looking out to the crowd to see what she should do; they seem to all agree that she should shake it, so she obliges – but after a second, Harter brings her in close and lifts her up for a side slam. Except he’s more looking to slap her ass than hit the move; Annie manages to kick her legs to free herself as Dom is forced to drop her. She dusts herself off and stares at her opponent, who shrugs playfully. After that, both competitors circle the ring again. A collar and elbow tie up starts things off this time, and Dom gains the upper hand with a side headlock. Dupree struggles to break free as Dom tightens his grip. But a few elbows to the midsection help to loosen his grip before Annie pushes her opponent away and against the ropes – only for Dom to steamroll into her! Stephy Auger: That’s not a tactic Annie Dupree will want to repeat. The shoulderblock knocks the Legacy champion flat to the mat as Harter looks down at her. But Annie is determined not to be outdone tonight; Dom sets off against the ropes again as Annie rolls onto her front. He hops over her and hits the ropes, coming back as Annie leap frogs over him. Harter puts on the brakes, turning around as Annie pops him POW! Kris Cruise: Right in the kisser! The crowd pop as Dupree hits the huge right hand, sending the former World champion staggering back a few steps – before he lunges forward with a stiff forearm shot! Stephy Auger: But Harter Hits Harder! Dupree hits the mat, but gets back up quickly; she’s staggering backwards as Dom continues laying into her with right hands, eventually backing the Legacy champion into the corner. Harter drops down and thrusts his right shoulder repeatedly into the midsection of his opponent until the referee intervenes. An Irish whip sends Dupree from pillar to post as Dom follows her in, drilling Annie with a running clothesline. Harter catches his opponent as she stumbles out of the corner, executing a spinning elevated spinebuster! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . Annie kicks out. Harter gets right back up, stomping at his prone foe as Annie moves towards the ropes. She doesn’t need to use them, however, as Dom drags her back to her feet. He sets her against the ropes, her arms out to the side, as Dom delivers several chops to the chest. An Irish whip follows as Dupree is sent across the ring, but she catches Harter by surprise upon her return. A headscissors takedown sends the former World champion sprawling across the ring! He picks himself as Annie charges in, performing a wheelbarrow bulldog! Kris Cruise: She may be at a sever size disadvantage, but Annie Dupree has the speed and agility to run circles around almost anyone in FGA. And Dom Harter is no exception to that. Stephy Auger: He’s never been the quickest in the ring, Cruise, and six months away probably didn’t help out. Annie kips back up to her feet as Dom pushes himself up to a kneeling position, which coincidentally is the ideal position for Dupree to unleash a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Dom’s chest turning red as the fifth kick connects, so Annie goes high with a roundhouse kick to the head. Harter’s dazed as Annie hits the ropes behind him, but he manages to stagger back to his feet as Dupree leaps up for the leapfrog transitioning into a one-handed bulldog! Harter hits the mat face first as Annie rolls him over and hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Dom kicks out. Annie sits up and punches the air in frustration. She stands up and brings Dom with her, firing off a couple of forearm shots to push him back against the ropes. Dupree goes for the Irish whip, but Dom manages to reverse it, sending Annie across the ring. He throws out his arm for the clothesline, but Annie ducks under it and speeds up, springboarding off the middle rope with a corkscrew crossbody – NO! Dom counters in mid air with a powerslam! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . Annie kicks out! Kris Cruise: An impressive counter by Dom Harter, but only a two count still. Stephy Auger: Did you see the force with which he threw her down though? Harter kneels over his opponent, shaking the cobwebs loose after those head shots earlier. A few right hands find their mark on Annie’s head before he drags her back to her feet again. Another Irish whip sends the Legacy champion running towards the corner as Dom follows her in with an avalanche attack, before whipping her from pillar to post. This time he goes for the running double knee lift, crushing Dupree in the corner. She slumps down to a seated position as Dom proceeds to stomp away. The fans continue rallying behind Annie, trying to urge her to make a comeback as Harter runs across the ring, hitting the ropes for momentum as he comes back with a running knee to the face! Dupree’s head rocks backwards, but Harter pulls her away from the corner and goes for another pin attempt. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Annie gets the shoulder up, and the crowd breathe a sigh of relief. Undeterred, Dom drags her up by the waistband of her shorts. He raises one hand high in the air, ready to bring it down across the backside, but the crowd’s reaction clue Annie in on what’s going on. She begins to struggle to free herself, only for Dom to grab her for the belly-to-back suplex – NO! Annie flips over and lands on her feet, staggering slightly. She makes a move towards Dom as he turns to face her, only to get caught by an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Annie lands in a heap next to the ropes, rolling out under the bottom one and onto the apron as Dom sits up in the center of the ring. Kris Cruise: One hell of a belly-to-belly suplex, and Annie Dupree may be in trouble here, Stephy. Stephy Auger: She hasn’t got an answer for the power game of her opponent, Kris. But she’ll have to think of something soon if she wants any chance of winning this one. Harter moves back to his feet as he reaches over the top rope to grab Annie by the head. He lifts her up and moves her towards the corner, going to send her head first into the ring post – NO! Annie puts the boot up to stop him, pushing his arm away to free herself afterwards. Harter moves towards her again, but this time Annie thrusts a shoulder through the ropes to double him over before delivering a slingshot DDT! Kris Cruise: That’s one way to get back into the match! But Annie can’t capitalize on the advantage at this time. She moves towards the ropes to pull herself back to her feet, but Dom is right behind her. He’s standing as Annie turns around just in time to see Dom running towards her – and she lowballs him! Pulling the top rope down as Dom tumbles out of the ring and all the way to the outside! The crowd cheer as Harter ends up near the ring, clutching at that surgically repaired shoulder. Only for a second though. He shakes it off, using the ring apron to pull himself back to a vertical base – and get a baseball slide to the face! This time Dom is sent hurtling back against the guard rail, and Annie steadies herself by the ropes. The pain is etched on her face as waits patiently, before finally leaping up onto the top rope for a springboard crossbody block all the way to the outside! Stephy Auger: The high risk paid off this time, Cruise. Kris Cruise: But she can’t win this match outside of the ring, Stephy. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The referee counts as Annie picks herself up once more, lifting Dom with her, albeit with difficulty. She slams him head first into the apron before rolling him into the ring; a look of bewilderment spreads across Annie’s face as she watches her opponent stand back up before she’s even on the apron. Undeterred, she climbs to the top rope, waiting for Harter to turn around once more as she leaps with a front dropkick! And the cover follows. ONE! . . TWO! . . Dom kicks out! Annie looks shocked, but moves back to a vertical base regardless. As Dom forces himself to do the same he’s caught by an Irish whip, sending him towards the corner. Annie charges in after him, hitting the discus clothesline followed by a bulldog! Kris Cruise: I Gots Skillz! Dom may be in trouble now. Dom bounces off the mat, standing up in a daze as Annie leaps up with the Sparkle Princess Special! The 540 kick connects flush with the back of his head and Dom falls forward, landing throat first across the middle rope! The crowd are on their feet cheering her on as Annie stands up; she sees where her opponent is and knows exactly what to do next. Hundreds of fans pull a #grrface at the same time as the Legacy champion before she runs across the ring for the Rough ‘n’ Tumble! NO! Dom ducks under and Annie ends up on the apron. Harter thrusts the shoulder through the ropes, catching Annie unaware. He goes for a suplex to bring her back in, but Annie drops down the back. A legsweep brings Harter crashing to the mat, followed by a standing shooting star press from the Legacy champion! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Stephy Auger: Another kick out, and Annie Dupree is probably wondering what she has to do to put Dom away here. Kris Cruise: Worse than that, she might be worrying what’ll happen if Dom ever gets his title match against her. If he’s fighting like this now, imagine if there was a title on the line. Dupree sits up in shock; the sweat dripping down her face at all the exertion, but she forces herself back to her feet again. Dom slowly gets up to a kneeling position, and again he finds himself on the receiving end of some shoot kicks to the chest. Four of them connect, but the Tenacious Little Bastard manages to stand up. Annie charges at him, ducking under the clothesline attempt as she hits the ropes, coming back with All That Glitters! Harter gets spiked head first into the mat, and Annie crawls across, hooking a leg! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOOO! The crowd gasp in disbelief as Dom gets the shoulder up at the last second. Annie staggers back to her feet, moving towards the corner as she takes a moment to catch her breath. In the center of the ring The Tenacious Little Bastard is slowly getting back to a vertical base as Annie rushes him – NO! Harter catches her with a pop up powerbomb out of nowhere! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOOO! Kris Cruise: How did Annie kick out of that one!? Stephy Auger: And where did that powerbomb come from? Harter rolls off, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief as the referee tries to tell him it was only a two count. But the match seems to be taking its toll on him as Dom is slow back to his feet; Annie still isn’t moving however as Harter grabs her by the legs, setting her up for a catapult slingshot. With that he sends Dupree flying towards the corner – where she lands precariously on the top rope! Kris Cruise: Tremendous agility there – wait, watch out! Harter, with his second wind, pops to his feet and rushes towards the corner and slaps Annie on the backside as hard as he can! The sound echoes throughout the arena, followed by Annie’s howl of pain – but Harter moves towards the center of the ring with his arms raised! Stephy Auger: Did he … did Dom Harter just slap Annie Dupree on the ass? Kris Cruise: He did. He said he would, and he did. But his celebrations are short lived as Dom turns his attention back to Annie as she’s spun around to face the ring, and leapt off the top rope – NO! Dom catches her across his shoulders. He stumbles as he moves away from the ropes before planting Annie with a Samoan driver! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOOO! The crowd pop loudly as Annie gets the shoulder up at the last second, but Harter can only sit there in disbelief as the referee once again assures him it was only a two count. He runs both hands through his hair, the frustration starting to get the better of him as he stands up. Like his opponent, Harter is perspiring heavily as he delivers some stomps to his prone foe. With a rear waist lock applied, he picks Annie up once again; Dom looks out across the crowd, that crooked grin plastered on his face as he raises his hands upwards from the waist. Stephy Auger: Are we about to see Dom do another Boobplex like he did against Izzy Anders?! Dom manages to cup his opponent’s breasts, and panic sets in! Annie starts thrashing to try and break free before she can be suplexed – and her leg swings upwards, catching Dom below the belt! The referee sees this and calls for the bell! Kris Cruise: The bell?! Annie Dupree just got herself disqualified, Stephy… J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner by Disqualification… DOM HARTER! The crowd fall silent as Annie tries to explain to the referee that it was an accident, but the official just explains that it doesn’t matter. He had no choice but to call for the bell after a low blow. Stephy Auger: Dom Harter moves on to the Frontier Lions Cup then, but that’s not how he would have liked to do it, Kris. Kris Cruise: Absolutely not. Both competitors were giving this everything they had before an accident caused this match to end prematurely. Still wincing, Harter manages to get back to his feet as he’s met by Annie Dupree, who’s still trying to explain that it was an accident, that it was panic and a natural instinct when he grabbed her for the Boobplex. The anger fades from Dom’s face however, as he offers a reconciliatory handshake, which Annie accepts to a cheer from the crowd. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:55:47 GMT -5
A livestream pops up on the tron. The crowd erupts in a mixture of boos and cheers as Tony Carmine is seen lying down on the bed. There’s an empty cup of applesauce in front of him on a tray table as well as a television remote.
Tony Carmine: Greeting everyone. I’m being told that I’m coming to you all live from the University of Miami hospital. Hey I know I look broken down and beaten up. This is how some of you always wanted to see me. But I must say, I’ve never felt better.
Sitting up in the bed, Tony winces in pain.
Tony Carmine: Sure when you see me, there’s no more Sunshine. There’s no more Scandalous. Just a man on what looks to be his death bed trying to live out my last days. I’ve been playing around lately on Twitter, pretending to be a senile old man. Actually for a few days after All-Star Showdown, I suffered some memory loss. I kid you not, my buddies had to show me videos of my performances to remind me of who I am…
A look of concern flashes across his face.
Tony Carmine: Or should I say was. I’m not dying. I’m not old. I’m not senile. I am, however, officially announcing my retirement from the sport of professional wrestling.
The crowd once again erupts in a mixture of boos and cheers.
Tony Carmine: Some of you are rejoicing. A few of you aren’t. It is what it is. I’m in bad shape guys. This concussion opened the doctors’ eyes to a bunch of other problems I have. I used to brag about having never been injured, and I guess that’s been biting me on the ass. Not only am I concussed, I have a herniated disc in my neck that’s getting worse and worse every day, I’ve legitimately had a headache for the last four straight months. Every day. Every second, my head’s been throbbing and I’ve just taken some pills to get through. I hate being here. I hate doctors. I hate being taken care of.
Tony’s voice starts to crack as he looks down at his lap, finding it hard to even look into the camera.
Tony Carmine: I’m not going to sit up here and pretend to be an angel. I’m not. I deserve to be here, fighting for my life. I’ll be lucky if I walk again, after this surgery they want me to have. I don’t expect or want anyone’s pity. I just figured I owed it to the two or three fans I have out there in that crowd to tell them what’s really going on. I didn’t want my retirement to be a tweet. I didn’t want it coming from any dirtsheets. I didn’t want my friends constantly speaking up for me, because I was too scared to speak up for myself. I wanted to sit here in front of you all and leave it all on the table. Like I said on Twitter, I don’t blame anyone for this. Not Zero for throwing me out of the ring. Not Cannon for taking advantage of my absence and winning the championship. I’m happy for everyone in the FGA locker room. I might not have ever showed it, but it always made me proud to be apart of such a talented group of guys and gals. I hope all you fans truly respect what these guys do week in and week out to entertain you all. They bust their asses to make sure you get your money’s worth. That’s whether they make you happy, sad, angry, excited, or confused.
The crowd cheers as his voice cracks even more.
Tony Carmine: I didn’t make a lot of friends in FGA or anywhere in the wrestling business for that matter. Still, I don’t wish this situation that I’m in on anyone. There’s so much more I wanted out of my career. I had been scratching and clawing for the FGA World Championship for over a year now. The fact that I couldn’t get it done the first time and didn’t even get a chance to get it done the second shows that it’s just not meant to be. For the career I did have, though, it was great. I got in the ring with the best in the world. I’ve held championships and I’ve made a lot of money. Most importantly, I’ve been able to perform in front sellout crowds full of the greatest, most dedicated fans of any sport, fandom, TV show, comic book heros, any of that. Someone will come along and make you guys forget all about me, and I’m fine with that. Hopefully I’m around long enough to see the next generation of talent step up to the plate and continue making FGA the greatest wrestling company in the world.
Tony looks at the camera with a tear flowing down the side of his face. He blows a kiss and waves.
Tony Carmine: Toodles.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 10, 2016 7:57:20 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
Fujiko Mine and Mark Storm vs. Salem Cartier and 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 tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 122 pounds… 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 looks to be in good spirits after not only losing out on the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, but after being attacked by Sara Cochran, Skylar Cloud and The Systemic at All-Star Showdown V. Stephy Auger: Well that’s because Molly Reid is an idiot. Kris Cruise: That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Stephy Auger: … nope. Kris Cruise: Well I’m sure that this business with Cochran isn’t over with. But that can wait. Right now, she’s gt a main event tag team match to prepare for. We saw the four Frontier Lions Cup Qualifying Matches earlier tonight. Yun Goeun, Savannah Taylor, Johnny Karma and Dom Harter all advances. The four grapplers that are in this main event will make up four of the eight participants in the last set of Qualifying Matches. Stephy Auger: As a matter of fact, Molly’s going to be teaming with her opponent in the Qualifying Round, Salem Cartier. I heard they were real chummy backstage. But maybe that’s all a front. Maybe this is a game to see who backstabs who first? If Molly or Salem leave this match banged up, then that’s a great advantage for the other heading into that Qualifying Round match. "I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!" "There's no place like home!" The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem Cartier appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple leather tailcoat with huge silver buttons, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat... She raises both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience. "Hey! Don't touch, kid; sleep with the lights on Touch, kid; how you surprise me Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes... "You're something like a phenomena Something like an astronoma' Now roll kid, rock your body off!" She slides through the ropes, twirls off her jacket with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She takes the jacket and cane to the corner, ready for the match. J.A. Aldridge: Her partner, now residing out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 130 pounds! She is “THE WITCH”... SALEM CARTIER! Kris Cruise: Salem Cartier was recently named the new number one contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. So not only does she have a shot at entering the Frontier Lions Cup in two weeks. But she’s got a shot against the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion as well. Stephy Auger: The Witch has a guaranteed title shot coming up and potentially another one after the Frontier Lions Cup. But she could easily walk away empty handed. The lights in the arena begin to dim and the FGA audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Bad Guy" by Jordon Comoli 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: And their opponents… introducing first, from New York, Brooklyn! Weighing in at 227 pounds! He is “The Spokesman of a Generation”... MARK STORM! 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 picked up a big win at All-Star Showdown V over Savannah Taylor. He’s going to look to carry that momentum into this match and beyond. Stephy Auger: That’s easier said than done. He’s main evented all over the world before. But tonight, he main events for the first time in FGA. Let’s see how he does. The deep riffs of an electric guitar and hard thumps of drums combine with a Shamisen, which gets the crowd cheering. The lights dim, except for a single pink spotlight. BABY METAL’s “Megitsune” ramps up, and as the main part of the song kicks in, Fujiko emerges from the back, posing with her arms behind her head. [Sore! Sore! Sore Sore Sore Sore! Sore! Sore! Sore Sore Sore Sore!] The fans chant “Go!” along as Fujiko stands there, soaking in the moment. The Pride championship is fastened tight across her chest, pushing the 'girls' up. Blue, yellow, and pink lights dance around the arena. She takes a few steps to position herself on the ramp.She pauses there for a moment as fans throw blue and yellow streamers around her on the ramp. She leaves them, and begins making her way down to the ring. Once she reaches ringside, Fujiko leaps onto the apron from the floor, balancing with one foot for a moment. She jumps from the apron to the top turnbuckle, and stabilizes herself for a second. She reaches behind her, unfastens the Pride Championship from around her chest, and hoists it high in the air. [Ah... So yo itsu demo onna Wa joyu yo Kitsune ja nai! Kitsune ja nai! Otome wa megitsune!] Fans throw more blue & yellow streamers around her, which are quickly removed by ringside personnel. Fujiko nods to the audience, and then points at the Pride championship before hopping down. She moves to the center of the ring, but then moves to the ropes. Reaching them, she leans her back into the middle rope, using it and her legs to keep her leaning. She holds onto this pose, letting the Pride championship drape across her as a gold spotlight focuses on her. J.A. Aldridge: His partner, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is the reigning FGA Pride Champion… FUJIKO MINE! [Ah... So yoi tso demo onna Wa joyu yo Kitsune ja nai! Kitsune ja nai! Otome wa... Name tara ikan zeyo] It holds on her for a moment before returning to normal. She walks over to hand off her Pride championship, and then stretches in her corner; ready to start the match. Kris Cruise: Fujiko Mine finally captured the Pride Championship after defeating Johnny Karma at All-Star Showdown V. All those months of hard work finally paid off, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Now let’s see what she does with it. She’s the champion… for now. But there’s even more pressure on her. If she going to handle it well or will she fall flat on her face? Kris Cruise: Well she’s pretty determined to set a new standard for the Pride Championship. She’s looking to defend against any and all comers. The bell sounds as both sides shake hands before heading off into their respective corners. Storm and Molly opt to start things off for their teams. Both grapplers begin circling the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Molly takes down Storm with a judo hip toss. She quickly slips on a grounded side headlock. But Storm is equally quick to reverse into a headscissors. Molly tries to escape with a kip up. But it’s blocked. She tries to escape with another kip up. But it’s to no avail. After shifting around on the canvas, Molly turns over onto her knees. She then presses down on Storm’s legs before slowly slipping her head out from between them. Once she’s free, Molly pops up to her feet and throws out an Axe Kick. but Storm quickly rolls out of the way to avoid the blow. Kris Cruise: These two are no strangers to each other. At this point, they practically no each other like the back of their hands. Storm scrambles back to his feet and begins circling the ring. He and Molly then begin inching over towards each other before locking up. Storm quickly drops down, goes behind Molly and applies a waist lock from behind. Molly tries to pry his hands from around her waist, but it’s to no avail. So Molly goes and nails Storm with a back elbow to the face. She then nails him with another sharp back elbow… and another… and another. Molly then spins around in place, knocking Storm down with a spinning backfist. The crowd cheers as she quickly drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Molly is quick to take the arm, spins around on Storm and try to lock him in an arm bar. But Storm is quick to clasp his hands together. Molly then begins tugging away at the arm as she tries to break Storm’s grip. But it’s to no avail. So she begins dropping her right leg across Storm’s face multiple times. She then delivers one last hard tug This time, Storm’s grip is broken and Molly is able to straighten out the arm. But Storm is quick to turn over onto his knees, escape and takes Molly’s back. Storm then deadlifts Molly off the canvas and throws her down with a gutwrench suplex. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Molly kicks out. Kris Cruise: Great escape and an even greater suplex there by Storm. Stephy Auger: How is his arm not broken right now? Storm picks up Molly and whips her into the ropes. He throws out a Bicycle Knee. But he throws it out too early, which allows for Molly to hang onto the ropes. As soon as Storm lands on his feet, the crowd cheers as Molly lunges forward and cracks Storm with a Superman Punch. While Storm’s rocked, Molly charges forward and hammers away with wild rights and lefts. Storm tries to cover up as he runs backwards into the corner. Kris Cruise: Storm’s been rocked! Stephy Auger: She’s about to knock him out! Storm continues to cover up as Molly continues swinging away with rights and lefts. She then ducks down and nails Storm with a shoulder thrust. After Storm drops his arms, Molly stands back up and goes back to attacking the head. But again, Storm’s able to cover up. The ref then gets in between the two and moves Molly back. After Molly moves the ref out of the way and goes back over to attack Storm, Storm comes out of the corner and knocks her down with a dropkick. Molly gets back up, but Storm drops her with another dropkick. Once Molly gets back up, Storm flattens her with a discus clothesline. He then runs into the ropes. When he returns, he delivers a standing SSP. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Molly gets her shoulder up. Storm pulls up Molly by the arm, wrings it, drags her over into the corner and tags in Fujiko Mine. The crowd cheers as Fujiko gets in. But before Fujiko can even attack, Molly yanks her arm free and takes a few steps back. The two begin circling the ring until Molly notices Salem holding her arm out from out of the corner of her eye. When Molly fully turns to Salem, Salem puts her arm out once again for the tag. Molly looks out at the crowd. When Molly hears the “Salem” chants, Molly goes over and slaps Salem’s hand. Stephy Auger: It looked to me like Molly didn’t want to tag her in. The crowd cheers as Salem gets in the ring. Her and Fujiko begin circling the ring. They then try to bait each other into throwing a strike first. Salem takes the bait and throws out the New Hampshire Handshake. But Fujiko’s able to counter with the Lucky Shot. However, the shot doesn't fully connect. The backflip flash kick only catches Salem’s forearm. Once Fujiko gets back to a vertical base, she sees Salem circling the ring while trying to shake off the pain in her arm. The two grapplers then inch back other before locking up. Fujiko quickly gains the advantage and wrings the arm that she just kicked. Fujiko delivers another arm wringer… and another… and another… and another. The ref checks in with The Witch and asks if she wants to give up. But Salem refuses. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm wringer of her own. Fujiko then rolls forward, leans back, rolls over onto her knees, flips over with a headstand, gets back to a vertical base, spins in place and reverses into a hammerlock to cheers and applause from the crowd. The ref asks Salem if she wants to give up. But Salem refuses. She then reaches back with her free arm, grabs Fujiko from behind and delivers a jumping snapmare takeover. When Fujiko gets back to her feet and turns around, Salem delivers a rolling snapmare, gets back to her feet and blasts Fujiko in the face with a discus knee. She drops down into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Salem picks up Fujiko and goes for an irish whip. When Fujiko comes back, Salem throws out a forward palm strike. But Fujiko ducks and runs over towards the ropes. She then springboards onto the middle rope, rebounds back and knocks down Salem with Sealed With A Kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem kicks out. As Fujiko slowly picks up Salem, Salem begins nailing her with rights and lefts to the body. She then stands up and nails Fujiko with multiple forward palm strikes. However, Fujiko’s able to duck the last pal, strike and counters with a leg sweep. She then goes for a standing SSP. But Salem gets her knees up. Kris Cruise: Fujiko just landed across Salem’s knees and she might have hurt herself. Salem picks up Fujiko and whips her into the corner. Salem charges across the ring, but Fujiko nails her with a back elbow strike. After Salem stumbles back, she runs back into the corner. This time, Fujiko nails her with a boot to the face. As Salem stumbles back, Fujiko runs from out of the corner and brings her down with a Sling Blade. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem gets her shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Salem, wrings her arm, drags her over into the corner and tags Storm back in. One Storm gets in, he nails Salem with a punch to the midsection, doubling her over. He then moves Salem into the ropes before delivering a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Storm then takes Salem and whips her into the far ropes. When Salem returns, Storm brings her down with a handspring hurricanrana. He reaches back and hooks the legs. ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem kicks out. Kris Cruise: What a back and forth match this has been so far. Stephy Auger: The Main Event is new territory for someone like Molly and Storm. But all four grapplers want to impress here tonight. Storm picks up Salem and cracks her with an elbow smash. He then nails Salem with another elbow smash that sends her stumbling back. As Storm heads over to attack, Salem stops him with a forward palm strike. Storm goes to throw out another elbow smash. But Salem ducks and counters with another forward palm strike. Storm pulls his arm back for another elbow smash. But Salem beats him to the punch with another palm strike. She then takes Storm and whips him towards the ropes. But Storm uses the momentum to deliver a springboard cutter. Kris Cruise: Storm Search by Mark Storm! Is this enough for the three count!? ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Salem, moves her into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops before cracking her with another elbow smash. He then takes Salem and whips her into the opposite corner. Storm runs across the ring. But Salem greets him with a back elbow to the face. As Storm stumbles back, Salem turns around before knocking him down with a springboard back elbow. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Salem picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Salem delivers a spinning discus knee to the midsection that doubles him over. After Storm drops down to his knees, Salem heads into the ropes. When she returns, she delivers a Somersault Cutter. She then lifts Storm back up on his knees before blasting him with a Buzzsaw Kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Fujiko dives over and breaks up the pin. Kris Cruise: Timely save there by Fujiko. While Salem heads back into her corner, Salem picks up Storm, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then tags Molly back in. Once Molly gets in, she turns Storm around, applies a Muay Thai Clinch and delivers alternating knees to the body. Once the final knee doubles him over, Molly pulls him out of the corner by his hair before knocking him down with an Axe Kick. She turns Storm over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Molly picks up Storm and whips him towards the ropes. Storm uses the momentum to go for a handspring roundhouse kick. But Molly leaps up and counters with a double knee facebreaker to cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Great counter there by Molly Reid. She had that move well scouted. Stephy Auger: It also doesn’t hurt that she saw the move comng from a mile away. Molly picks up Storm and whips him into the corner. She then charges into the corner. But Storm nails her with a back elbow to the face. While Molly’s dazed, the crowd cheers as Storm delivers a springboard moonsault into an inverted DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Molly gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: How about that move by Mark Strom!? Stephy Auger: Really? He couldn’t just deliver a regular DDT? He had to execute a moonsault before delivering an inverted DDT? Kris Cruise: You were cheering Sara Cochran for delivering a springboard backflip into a chinlock! Stephy Auger: … that’s different. Storm picks up Molly, moves her back into the corner and delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then brings Molly from out of the corner before doubling her over with a knee to the midsection. From there, Storm hooks both arms before delivering a butterfly suplex into an armbar. Molly immediately clasps her hands. But Storm yanks back, breaking her grip and straightening out the arm. Storm then tries to hyperextend the arm. But like Storm did earlier, Molly is able to spin out of the armbar. After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, they crack each other with an elbow smash. They then crack each other with another elbow smash… and another… and another. They then reach out and grab each other by the back of the neck with one arm before trading elbow smashes with the other. The two grapplers go back and forth until they begin to slow down. It’s here that Storm begins to gain the upperhand. Once Molly is dazed, Storm gets a burst of energy and nails her with a forearm, slap, shoot kick to the thigh and a spinning back fist. While Molly is still dazed, Storm turns and heads into the ropes. When he returns, Molly clocks him with a roundhouse kick. Storm turns around and appears dazed… but then he follows up with a Pelé Kick that knocks Molly down. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Molly gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Molly and lifts her up for a Tombstone Piledriver. But Molly’s able to kick her legs before slipping down from behind. She then spins Storm around before cracking him with a spinning back elbow. While Storm’s dazed, Molly knocks him down with a roundhouse kick. She then makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Molly picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, he rocks her with a Bicycle Knee to the chin. While Molly’s dazed, Storm turns her upside down before planting her with a Tombstone Piledriver. Storm falls on top of her to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers as Molly gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: You can see just saw exhausted Storm is. He couldn’t even make a proper cover. He just collapsed on top of her and he still almost got the three count. All four of these grapplers are putting on one heck of a show in tonight’s main event. Storm slowly rolls over and tags Fujiko back in. While Moly’s still down, Fujiko springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for the High Fly Flow. But Molly rolls out of the way, causing Fujiko to crash onto the canvas. Stephy Auger: She missed the Hot Spring Skinny Dip! Fujiko is hunched over as she gets back to her feet. Molly sees this and takes advantage by running over and bringing her down with a swinging neckbreaker. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Molly picks up Fujiko and nails her with an elbow smash. Fujiko comes back with a shoot kick to the leg. Molly nails Fujiko with another elbow smash. Fujiko comes back with a shoot kick to the right leg, then the left leg. Molly gears up for another elbow smash. But Fujiko cuts her off with a handstand calf kick. While Molly’s dazed, Fujiko takes off into the ropes. When Fujiko returns, she turns Molly inside out with a single leg dropkick. Kris Cruise: Some 4-Play from Fujiko! This could be it... ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd cheers as Molly gets her shoulder up. Fujiko slowly picks up Fujiko from behind and grabs her chest. While Molly’s momentarily distracted, Fujiko spins her around and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex. Kris Cruise: Boobplex ‘15! But Fujiko’s not done! She floats over, pulls up Molly and goes for a brainbuster. But Molly slips down from behind and counters with a bridging German Suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Cheers and applause can be heard throughout the crowd. Kris Cruise: This hot Amarillo crowd is showing their appreciation for all four of these grapplers. But only two will win! Who will they be!? Molly picks up Fujiko and whips her into the ropes. Fujiko uses the momentum to go for a handspring ace crusher. But Molly grabs her in mid air and delivers another German Suplex. She turns Fujiko over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers as Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Molly picks up Fujiko and whips her into the corner. Molly runs into the corner. But Fujiko hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, sits down on the top rope and delivers a front kick. She then reaches out, grabs Molly, spins out of the corner and plants her with a Tornado DDT. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers as Molly gets her shoulder up. Fujiko steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once she gets to the top, Molly runs into the ropes, causing Fujiko to slip down. While Fujiko’s crotched on the top turnbuckle, Molly scales the turnbuckles and goes to superplex her. But Fujiko blocks the move. She then punches Molly in the ribs three times before shoving her off the top rope. After Molly crashes down onto the canvas, Fujiko slowly stands up on the top turnbuckle. Fujiko bounces on the top turnbuckle and turns around so that she’s facing the crowd. She then quickly flips off and goes for a moonsault… … but Molly rolls out of the way. … but Fujiko lands on her feet and follows up with a standing moonsault that connects. Cheers and applause can be heard from the crowd as she’s got the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Salem dives over and breaks up the pin. Kris Cruise: You can’t get much closer than that, Stephy! As Salem heads back out onto the apron, Fujiko picks up Molly and nails her with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Molly drops down to a knee, Fujiko takes off into the ropes. When Fujiko returns, Molly pops up and knocks her down with a spinning back kick. While both grapplers down down, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Stephy Auger: They’re out, Cruise! They’re both out! SIX! SEVEN! After crawling over into their respective corners, Fujiko and Molly both tag out to Storm and Salem at the same time. Kris Cruise: Here we go! The crowd cheers as Storm and Salem rush towards the center of the ring. Salem is the first to attack as she executes a wheelbarrow bulldog. She turns Storm over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Salem picks up whips Storm into the ropes. When Storm returns, Salem drops him with a lariat takedown. Storm returns to his feet. But Salem returns him to the mat with another lariat takedown. As Storm turns over and gets up on a knee, Salem runs over and knocks him down with a Shining Wizard. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Salem picks up Storm and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and goes for a corner cartwheel leaping hip attack. But Storm moves out of the way, causing Salem to crash into the corner. As Salem stumbles out, Storm doubles her over with a knee to the midsection before throwing her down with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd cheers as Salem gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Salem and delivers three elbow smashes. He then steps back and throws out a Bicycle Knee. But Salem catches his leg and then brings him down with a dragonscrew leg whip. While keeping a hold of the leg, Salem gets back to her feet and goes for a figure four leglock. But Storm reaches up and pulls her down into a small package. ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Storm brings her down with a Sling Blade. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Salem gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Salem and delivers a forearm, slap, followed by a shoot kick to the thigh, followed by a spinning back fist. Storm then spins around and throws out a clothesline. But Salem ducks and runs into the ropes. When Salem comes back, Storm stops her with a Bicycle Knee. While Salem’s dazed, Storm turns and heads into the ropes. When he comes back, Salem doubles him over with a spinning discus knee. Salem then runs back into the ropes. When Salem returns, Storm stuns her with a superkick. While Salem’s dazed, Storm turns and runs towards the ropes. He goes for a springboard roundhouse kick. But Salem leaps into the air and catches him with a Superman Elbow Smash. Kris Cruise: New Hampshire Handshake! New Hampshire Handshake! Salem’s going for the cover! ONE! . Fujiko and Molly get in the ring . TWO! . Fujiko rushes over to break up the pin, but Molly tackles her down with a double leg . THREE! “Phenomena” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes with cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, SALEM CARTIER and MOLLY REID! Salem and Molly slowly helping each other back to their feet. The referee then stands between them before raising their arms in victory. Kris Cruise: What a main event that these two just put on! Just when you think you’ve seen the best from these four, they go out there and put on a performance like that! Incredible! Stephy Auger: You and all these fans can sit back in awe of that performance. But I’ve got to question how smart that was. There weren’t any titles on the line! This wasn’t a pay per view! Why would they go out there, waste all their energy and damn near kill themselves? Especially when they’ve all got Qualifying Matches for the Frontier Lions Cup in two weeks! Kris Cruise: Why do they do it!? They do it because of pride, Stephy! They do it for the fans! That’s what it’s all about right there in the ring. No shenanigans. No outside interference. No cheating. Just good, back and forth action! The better team won. But judging by this crowd, all four of them are winners in their book. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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