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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:21:49 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:28:01 GMT -5
LAST TIME ON VERTIGO! New FGA World Champion Johnny Cannon was looking to be crowned the New King of FGA! But a man from his past spoiled his Royal Coronation! How will The British Mamba respond here tonight? Two weeks ago, Zero McHannon’s rage reached a fever pitch! After receiving a hefty fine, what will the number one contender have to say here in Tucson? TONIGHT! It’s the last batch of Qualifying Matches for the 2016 Frontier Lions Cup! Chris Bond, Chandler Scott, Fujiko Mine, Skylar Cloud, Mark Storm, Sara Cochran, Salem Cartier and Molly Reid are all trying to advance to Above & Beyond V! There’s only four spots left! Who will go on!? Who will go home!? Find out TONIGHT! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:30:43 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 
Tucson Convention Center
Tucson, AZ"Nobody Likes Me" by Deuce ft. Ronnie Radke hits the speakers. Bells are heard chiming through the speakers as the music comes in blazing, the lights surveying the arena, but then it stays focused on the top of the ramp with a bright white light. Zero McHannon walks through the curtain with a black zip up with the hood over his head, a leather jacket over the hoodie. He turns his back to the audience, holding up a "Z" with both hands to the crowd, then turning around abruptly, and rips the "Z" apart. “Nobody likes me,
No one likes me,
But I don't like them,
Uh uh, I don't, nu uh" Zero holds his arms out for a moment and raises his head to take in the atmosphere from the fans as they shower him in hate, then slowly starts to make his way down the ramp. He walks down the ramp as fans are throwing jeers in his face, but Zero completely ignores them, and keeps his eyes fixated on the ring. McHannon stops at the bottom of the ramp and bounces on the balls of his feet, looking from one side of the arena to the other, then sliding in through the bottom rope, and bouncing right up to his feet. “All this hate you gave me that turned me deranged
Now I'm burning in the flames
All the things you said, they've been stuck in my head
And now I'm at it again, an addict
Welcome to hell, bitch
You can't do nothing about it
Out of my way f*ggot, you heard what I said damn it
I am an automatic ready to fire back at
All the f*ckers laughing
Not gonna lie about it, I'm gonna wreck havoc
Everyone's dying
Don't matter" Zero McHannon climbs the nearest turnbuckle spread his arms and begins to yell towards the crowd as they do their best to cheer over him with jeers. He freezes for a moment, taking in the reaction from the audience, then hops from the corner ropes, and tests the mat under his feet. He's talking to himself as he crosses the ring and stands up on the other turnbuckle, brushing off his shoulder to the crowd, and slapping himself in the chest. "This is my chance
Maybe my last
And if I leave
There's no way back
This is your fate
When worlds collapse
I took my pain
Now give it backkkkkkk" McHannon walks into the middle of the ring and pulls off the zip up with one of his hands, tossing it off to the side of the canvas. He falls back into one of the corners, and slumps into the turnbuckle, and then pulls apart from the turnbuckle, staring at the crowd. Zero looks around the ring as the fans fall a bit silent before McHannon asks for a microphone. Zero looks around the arena once over to see the fans in a frenzy as a sly grin crosses his face. Zero McHannon: Alright, last week I might’ve taken things a little overboard… That’s about the closest thing you’ll get from me in the form of an apology. You’ll get no sorry from me, because there’s nothing in me that feels I need to say that for my actions. When someone tries to run you down in the dirt, you can stand there, put on some KY Jelly, and bend over… or you stand up for yourself and make that person eat every single word of sh*t that comes out of their mouths. As you can tell, I might’ve chosen the latter. I’ll take my fine. I’ll take not being booked for this Vertigo. I’ll take every punishment thrown my way, because I overreacted, but I’m not sorry. The camera cuts to some of the fans as they shake their head at McHannon, swinging around the audience that is listening to what Zero has to say and give McHannon his time. Zero somewhat continues to look calm. Zero McHannon: Let’s get to the facts though. I have a rematch clause. As you can tell from last week, I’m restless to have that FGA World Championship back over my shoulder. I’m a desperate man. I’ll admit that. I can’t stand losing and I’ve been walking around with that anger for two weeks before I was finally able to let it all out. Whenever I want my rematch at the title, I have it. I have the opportunity to become a three time FGA World Champion, and after I pull that off? Who will have anything else to say? Who will have anything to question? Who will become just another fallen a**hole in the chase for the greatest prize this company has to offer us? All of those questions will be answered soon enough, don’t you worry. I don’t want to wait until Above and Beyond to kick this off. Zero grins at the camera, then turns to the crowd once more. Zero McHannon: I WANT MY REMATCH TONIGHT!! The crowd pops at the idea of having a FGA World Championship match tonight on the show. Some boos are thrown in the mix for seeing it be Cannon and McHannon in the match alone, but it overall has a positive response from the fans. Zero McHannon: What else do I have to do tonight besides sit on my ass backstage and watch the Lion’s Cup action? If Johnny Cannon is half the champion he tries to make himself out to be… If Cannon wants to prove that he’s the best in this company and will answer the call when it starts like the “LAST REAL MAN” should, then let’s see just how great he is. Let’s see him walk down here right now and accept my rematch. See if he has the balls to watch someone that isn’t himself walking into the pay per view with that title strapped over his shoulder. If he thinks my title reign was a little short for my liking, I want to see his face when he can’t even hold onto it for two shows. Or is Cannon too scared to accept the fact that if he walks into this ring, I’ll back up every word I say, and I’ll plant him on the back of his neck like I did at All Star Showdown. He wouldn’t even HAVE that title if it weren’t for Quinn saving his ass. He wouldn’t even be champion if it weren’t the helping hand he has received this entire time since losing his Pride Championship shot several times in a row. Zero stands and looks at the entrance way, but there’s no answer from Cannon. McHannon continues to wait a little longer. Still nothing. Zero McHannon: I SAID TONIGHT! Matter of fact, come down here and let’s do it this right now. I’m done waiting. I want to wrestle, and I want to do it RIGHT NOW! Potential Wrestler of the Year should be able to come down and go off against the other potential Wrestler of the Year. Show me why you’re the best like you’re blowing yourself up to be, because I’m ready to prove it. The crowd goes wild as Zero stands in the ring, waiting for an answer from the FGA World Champion. A few moments of fierce anticipation pass until finally, Brick + Mortar’s cover of “Voodoo Child” hits the speakers, blaring loudly to cheers - not for the man behind the music - rather solely for the prospect of getting to see two of the best in world have an impromptu match for the World Title. However, the cheers quickly evaporate as the curtains never move. Moments pass without the slightest sign of an entrance. The crowd grows restless, as does Zero McHannon who can be seen shaking his head in frustration. His irritation only increases as he and the audience are greeted by a well known voice. Quinn Goodrich: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! A smattering of boos hits the stage as the manager and mouthpiece of the FGA World Champion suddenly appears, grinning from ear to ear. Quinn Goodrich looks out into the crowd, ignoring the heat being thrown his way as the music suddenly fades out. With everyone's attention now, he speaks into the mic again. Quinn Goodrich: Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Quinn Goodrich, and I am the professional, and personal advocate to the current, defending, and reigning FGA World Champion, whom of which is currently preparing himself to team up with Danny Diamond against the Next Level later in tonight's telecast. Therefore - He stops, brushing off his crisp three piece suit, obviously smelling himself as usual. After the brief delay to garner anticipation he runs off at the mouth some more. Quinn Goodrich: He’s asked me to come out here and do my job -- which is tend to the affairs that he does not have the time or luxury to attend to himself. His job as a professional wrestler and world class athlete is to simply wrestle -- a job which has become paramount since he captured the FGA World Championship at All Star Showdown V when he knocked out the former champion who's name is not worth mentioning at this time, not that I could remember it anyway. That's why they're called placeholders after all. He says, a cheap jab that no doubt gets under Zero’s skin. Quinn Goodrich: Anyway! My job is to handle the legal affairs, handle the contractual affairs, set up the interviews and what have you. I’m the man that talks to the network execs as I did last weekend setting up an exclusive interview that will be airing during the Vertigo telecast in a few weeks. I've been speaking with the important guys down in LDFC -- so everyone other than Chris Bond -- to sanction a match between my client and one of their top talents The Crimson Baroness. I've been with my client for two decades and I've earned every penny. I'm great at what I do. He brags, nauseating the crowd. Quinn Goodrich: However, one of the biggest aspects of my job is handling public relations. And so here I am, listening to thee cries of the civilian population - specifically one civilian, because last time I checked, not having the FGA World Championship in your words makes you nothing, which makes you just like all of these people here. You're all nobodies. Boos follow the cheap shot as Quinn laughs to himself. Quinn Goodrich: So what's got me flustered, is the idea that a nobody like you thinks he can come out here and get what he wants, just because you yell and scream, and mess up a few sets and destroy some equipment. What gives you the right to demand that my client come out here and accept your challenge? I don't even know who you are. He claims, squinting his eyes as Zero leans over the ropes. Quinn Goodrich: Oh. Zero right? My apologies. You’ve got to understand that it's just hard to recognize you when you're not sleeping on the canvas. Zero cocks his head to the side while Quinn is doing his bit, then paces the ring back and forth for a moment. He turns back to Goodrich and raises an eyebrow. Zero McHannon: For one, because I have a rematch clause. You can use that once I take that championship off your client tonight and cash that baby in at Above and Beyond. You’ll become familiar with the routine once your boy loses that title, it’s pretty much basic knowledge in the wrestling world. Whether you want to accept it or not, I have it. I’m using it. Tonight. You and your buddy might a kick out of the whole “I don’t know who you are” line, but I’m sure you recognize me well enough. I was the last champion that people might’ve actually gave a single damn about. I was the guy you screwed out of defending his title, because you know that once I landed the Zero Tolerance, it was game over. That win was mine. No questions asked. Until you got involved at least. Do what you have to do and all that crap that people like you have to say when you know that your client was finished the moment I wanted him to be finished in that match… And that’s why I’m getting my match tonight. The champion and the rightful number one contender. But McHannon sighs, letting his microphone hand drop to his side, then pulling it back up to continue. Zero McHannon: Since you and Cannon are a team though, I’m going to let you discuss it with him. Wouldn’t want to piss off your owner without running it by him first. He can either man up and accept my offer tonight, or he can prove to me once again why he isn’t ready to hang at this level. He can go play Legos with Chris Bond in the back of the locker room and act like the real threat isn’t standing right in this ring…. but he’s the G.O.A.T. as you claim. Give me what’s mine, or I’m going to take it from you, and that’s the last thing you want before going into a pay per view with me breathing down the back of your neck every step of the way. Quinn scratches his chin as he ponders over everything Zero has said. Finally, he raises the mic up. Quinn Goodrich: My client isn’t the GOAT. Not yet, anyway. Be he will be. That's a distinction he strives toward every single day. And he knows to reach that goal that he must compete against and defeat the best of the best. And all jokes aside Zero, you are one of those men -- rather these people want to admit or not. Some taking everything that you’ve put so eloquently here tonight, I'll tell you what. Quinn holds a finger up now. Quinn Goodrich: My client is excited about the prospect of defeating you for a THIRD time, and defending the FGA World Championship. So what we’re going to do is revisit this later tonight. After my client has wrestled the best match on the card as per usual, and defeats the Next Level again, he’ll catch his breath, and we’ll go over some things. You’ll come back out here, ready to go -- and if, IF my client has enough juice left, he’ll give you your rematch. The crowd pops at the thought, as Quinn grins mischievously like the devil he is. Quinn Goodrich: So try not to get arrested, or commit any more felonies before now and then. Okay? Good. Goodrich drops the mic as “Voodoo Child” hits the sound system again. He and McHannon have a brief stare down before Quinn backs up into the curtain, smiling the entire time. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:36:08 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Match)
Sara Cochran vs. Mark Storm "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 match is your opening contest of the evening! Introducing first, from Bellevue, Washington! Weighing in at 144 Lbs... SARA COCHRAAAAN! 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. Stephy Auger: I wish I could be as assured with myself as Sara here is. Look at her; she’s the icon of self-realization. Nothing can deter, nothing can bother her. Kris Cruise: If only her attitude didn’t irritate everyone around her. Stephy Auger: You’re just another hater, Kris. I get it. 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 closes his eyes and widens his arms before coming down the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from New York, Brooklyn; weighing in a two hundred and twenty-five pounds… He is the spokesman of a generation… ladies and gentlemen give it up for, MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM! Standing by the edge of the ring, he lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him as he jumps onto the apron before he slingshots his way over the top rope. Dressed in his usual wrestling attire; consisting on black boots, with black knee pads, wrestling trunks with his name written on them and with stars coming down both sides, tape wrapped around his elbows, and mixed martial arts styled gloves. He falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at the heavens as his theme music slowly begins to fade out. Kris Cruise: Mark Storm here has been on the up and up since his victory over Savannah Taylor. Ever since then, a new fire has come out of Storm. Stephy Auger: Will he falter again? That’s the question that people should be asking. And I have the answer for you. Yes, yes, he will. He’s facing off against Sara Cochran. The bell sounds as both grapplers circle around each other. They try for a lock up, but Cochran moves out of the way. Storm tries to chase her, but then the smaller wrestler pulls herself into the ropes. The referee has to keep Storm away, who rolled her eyes. Sara comes back, slowly and sighs, annoyed at Storm’s “aggressiveness”. She dusts herself off before stepping close again. Storm goes for the lock up, but Cochran gets a kick to the gut in. She follows up with a dropkick to the knee as Storm recovers from the earlier kick. Storm falls onto the ropes, trying to turn around. Cochran cracks Storm with an elbow strike. Storm falls over to the corner, which makes Cochran rush to her turnbuckle. She comes and hits a corner dropkick; Storm doesn’t fall. She comes back for another dropkick. This time, Storm falls over. Stephy Auger: Go, Sara, go! Storm gets back to his feet before Sara can retain control. Storm pushes her back into the turnbuckle with his strength advantage. Storm hit her with one of his devastating kicks. He continues to hit her at a furious pace before Cochran falls to the mat. She keeps her arms up, blocking out the full brunt of the kicks. She slid under the rope. She massages her arms and then adjusts her earmuffs. With a relaxing sigh, she tries to hit the ring. To the chagrin of the crowd, she drops off the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! Storm doesn’t rush to the ropes, instead letting the referee do his job. Cochran begins to mediate outside of the ring, getting the crowd even rowdier. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Cochran gets up, stretching a bit before hitting the ring again. Storm rushes forward to get at her, but she drives her shoulder into his gut. Storm steps away, and then catches a double axe handle to the back. She continues to batter him, before heading for his leg and pulled it. Storm fell face first onto the mat, before getting a knee to the side of his ribs. Cochran turned him over. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Cochran heads to the top turnbuckle, looking down at the rising Storm. When he made it to his feet, Cochran hit a missile dropkick to the knee. Storm nearly did a full flip as he hit the ground, writhing around. She went over to pick the leg against, trying to get a Boston Crab hold applied. Storm, using a burst of strength, flips Cochran completely off him. He crawls over to the rope and gets up. He shakes his leg out, but before he can capitalize Cochran comes back and hits a chop block to the targeted leg. Storm hits the mat again, using the ring ropes to defend himself. The referee tells Cochran to back off. There, she pulls off one of her earmuffs, looking at the referee. Kris Cruise: Is she really? Stephy Auger: She couldn’t hear him. Back off, Kris. As the word is given, Cochran nods and backs off. Storm tries to get up, but suddenly, she hits him with another dropkick to the knee. The referee, more aggressively, pulls Cochran away from Storm. Cochran sighs again, waiting for the referee to clear out the way. She came back in to continue her assault, but Storm gets around her and forces her off the turnbuckle. To the roar of the crowd, Cochran turns right back into a spinebuster! Storm goes for the lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sara kicks out! Kris Cruise: And some life out of Mark Storm, but that leg must be hurting something serious. Stephy Auger: Look what kind of strategy can you get when you block out the haters. Storm lifts Sara off the ground and hurls her extra hard into the corner. Cochran explodes off the turnbuckle with a loud smash. Storm moves under a reactive punch from Cochran. He then sends her down to the mat with an Inverted Exploder Suplex. Cochran tries to roll out of the ring, but her leg gets caught by Storm. Storm drags her back in. She starts clawing for the bottom rope, but only gets one hand. Before the referee can force Storm off, he yanks her off. He looks to try to look in some sort of a submission, but then Cochran hits a front kick on Storm’s injured leg. He hisses and releases Cochran. Cochran makes it to her feet. When Storm gets to his feet, Cochran runs up his hurt leg before hitting an Enzuigiri. Storm hits the mat hard. Cochran goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets the shoulder up. Cochran, annoyed, gets to her feet, standing over Storm with a smile. She pulls off an earmuff, trying to hear the crowd. When they jeer her sharply, she places the earmuff back over, before “hearing” it. She then taunts them about her not hearing them. She runs off the rope, leaps over Storm’s body, and when she comes back, she tries to drop her fingers on Storm’s eyes. However, Storm raises up, causing Cochran’s fingers to bend uncomfortably. She shouts out. Stephy Auger: Not her fingers! She needs those! Stop the match! Kris Cruise: Sorry, no can do, Stephy! Storm suddenly hits the Impending Storm. Forearm, slap, kick to the thigh, and a spinning back first. However, instead of dropping her with a clothesline, Storm took the hurt Cochran on his shoulder. With a roar, he drops Cochran into the Dystopia! With the crowd cheering, Storm goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, MARK STORM! Stephy Auger: Damn it! Referee wants to check on poooor Storm, but when Cochran needs it, he is nowhere to be found! UGH! Kris Cruise: Well, much to Stephy’s chagrin, Cochran made one foul mistake and found herself knocked out! Storm keeps his hot streak going! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:38:48 GMT -5
The alley behind the Tucson Convention Center was littered with cups and concessions from the fans who arrived early in hopes of catching a glimpse of their favorite FGA grappler as they made their arrival for Vertigo. A lone cameraman had just started his feed as a confused Spencer Burke stepped into the shot before a green dumpster. Burke looked over the slip of paper in his hand once more and muttered to himself. Spencer Burke: I don’t get it… He should be right here. Burke’s head darted back and forth, searching for somebody, and just as he was about to give up he heard a voice that startled him. “Put your wallets on the ground, both of you. Step away quietly and don’t look back. I’ve got a nine millimeter pointed at your head right now.”Burke trembled as he slowly moved his hand toward his back pocket. The cameraman must have felt the same fear as the shot began shaking. Suddenly Anthony Rother stepped out from behind the dumpster, laughing at both men. Anthony Rother: Oh my GOD, you should have seen the look on your face, Burke. I thought you might have relieved yourself. Spencer Burke: What the fu--- Anthony Rother: Hey! Watch your mouth, sir; you’re on network television. Spencer rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighed. Spencer Burke: Rother, what were you doing back there? For that matter, why are we meeting here instead of backstage? Rother cautiously walked up to Burke, his head constantly jerked around to see if they were alone. He tried to whisper, but the audio feed picked up his question. Anthony Rother: Has Ruby Tyler arrived yet? Spencer Burke: Yes, I just saw her about twenty minutes ago getting prepared for her match. Why? Rother pointed to his swollen eye, it looked to be on the mend but the blemish was still there. Anthony Rother: This is why we’re out here instead of inside the Convention Center, Burke! Have you seen the threats that she’s made against me on social media? That’s one crazy bi--- Spencer Burke: National TV! Anthony Rother: Right, right… The fact remains, Spencer, that I am not safe inside of the Tucson Convention Center tonight. This is a travesty! I should be with Marx and Tryon, going over strategy as they prepare for their match with Status Quo. Unfortunately, I’ve been reduced to hiding in this back alley, like a coward! It’s not fair, and FGA won’t do anything about it! I’ve filed complaint after complaint with the front office. I even tried to reason with Paco on Twitter, but all that useless keyboard warrior does is flirt with Cordy Stevenson, or continue to piss off Zero McHannon. Not smart, Paco! Both men eyed the camera with raised eyebrows. Anthony Rother: So, here I am, unable to provide my men the greatness of my guidance because Ruby Tyler is a ticking time bomb! You know she probably slaps that Hardaway around during drunken bingers! You-know-it! Burke rolled his eyes once again in annoyance, but ever the professional, he decided to probe Rother on recent rumors. Spencer Burke: Well, information has been leaked out on Twitter that you’re looking to hire your own personal security service. Are you seriously that worried for your well-being? Anthony Rother: SHE THREATENED TO SHOOT ME WITH A CROSSBOW!!!! And yes, yes I am. That’s why we’re here tonight. I would like to make a public announcement, that I, Anthony Rother, am currently seeking out the best there is in personal security protection. All you need to do is to submit your application, with an attached reference to my personal e-mail address: Rother_Ruelz@compuserve.com. Burke chuckled momentarily. Spencer Burke: Compuserve? There is no compuserve e-mail anymore you idiot! Anthony Rother: What? Oh JESUS CHRIST!!! Just DM me on Twitter or something. Spencer Burke: Ok, serious question… How the hell do you intend on paying personal security? You’re always complaining about the lack of money that you have at your disposal. Rother flashed a confident smile, and you can probably guess where the funds are going to come from. Anthony Rother: The best personal security that my mother’s money can buy! Spencer Burke: Why am I not surprised? Anthony Rother: All it took was for one photo of my tarnished face to make it to my mother, and she told me that no price would be too high! Spencer Burke: And what does your father think about your mother spending all of this money on you? First, the fine, and now this? Anthony Rother: We don’t speak of this to him… Spencer Burke: Thought so… Anything else you want to get off your chest? This smell is really starting to get to me. Burke waved his hand in front of his face for some short-lived relief from the stench. Anthony Rother: Indeed, I do. I hope all of you mutants watching at home get a good look at Status Quo walking to the ring with those tag team titles, because it’s an image that’s going to end sooner rather than later. Tonight’s match might be non-title, tonight’s match might be wasted by being aired on free TV, but it’s only a matter of time before we get our shot. And that’s okay. We can wait for Next Level to get their rematch. Hell, we can even wait for RubyWay to get the most undeserving title shot in the history of this great sport. It won’t matter. Soon, the Usual Suspects will wipe out every contender that tries to lay claim to those titles, and then FGA won’t have any excuse to not book the match that we all know should happen – Suspects and Status Quo for the GOLD. Anthony Rother: Now, if you’ll excuse me, Burke… I have to try and make my way to our locker room. Which side of the building was Ruby Tyler’s dressing room on again? Spencer Burke: That way… Burke pointed to his left. Anthony Rother: Then, I’ll be going this way! Rother started walking the opposite direction, leaving Burke to shake his head in disbelief as we cut to commercial. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:43:11 GMT -5
FGA Debut Match
Evan Envi vs. Rick Young “Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system to a deafening chorus of boos from the audience. As multicolored strobes flicker throughout the darkened arena, Evan Envi struts through the curtains toward the top of the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, Ocean City, Maryland, weighing tonight at 203 pounds, making his FGA debut, he is the “Chief” EVAAAAAAAAAAN ENVIIIIIIIIII! He pauses, looking out among the audience before casually making his way toward the ring, seemingly ignorant to the boos and jeers raining down on him. Finally, as Envi leaps onto the apron, our lights return to normal. Envi climbs the turnbuckles from the apron, grinning out into the audience, raising the double “V” fingers into the air before finally stepping over the ropes and dropping into the ring, fingers still raised above his head as he marches throughout the squared circle. Just before the lights in the arena dim even further, smoke starts to fill the entrance area catching the fans attention. While they are watching entrance for any sign of movement, the PA system unleashes what is best described as a “slashing” sound. Which triggers blood red lighting to come on giving the smoke an eerie blood color hue. I’m so bored with
This world that spins around me
Used to make me dizzy
And I’m so tired of
These girls that hang around me
Used to drive me crazy Near the :45 second mark of Halestorm’s “Mayhem (Razor Mix)”, Rick Young steps through the curtain to a “dead fish” reaction. Rick doesn’t seem affected to much by the lack of a response as he just stands at the top of the ramp way. Moving tensions
Want me in a spiral
I’m waiting to unravel
Twisted motives
Drive me in a circle
I’m dying to untangle J.A. Aldridge: Introducing his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing tonight at a 225 pounds, also making his FGA debut, he is “The Razor”, RIIIIIIIIICK YOUNG! Surprisingly, Rick doesn’t try to endear himself to the fans on his walk down to the ring. He keeps his focus on the ring razor sharp. A little Mayhem never hurt anyone
When am I gonna get some
A little bedlam ‘til I’m coming undone
Where am I gonna get some
A little Mayhem never hurt anyone
How am I gonna get some, get some, get some
A little bedlam ‘til I’m coming undone
How am I gonna get some, get some, get some, oh, oh, oh As he gets to the bottom of the short ramp way the lights in the arena return to normal and he takes off his customized Hugo Boss sunglasses. It looks like he is going to place them in his leather jacket, but much to the shock of everyone in the arena he hands them to a random fan sitting in the front row. I wanna feel the rave house
I wanna hear the uproar
A little pandemonium
I know I’m not the only one
I wanna be thrown away
I wanna feel the walls shake
I wanna feel the walls shake
I wanna feel the walls shakin’, shakin’, shakin’, shakin’
1, 2, 3, 4, oh After handing the sunglasses off the fan he takes off his jacket and tosses it down on to the nearest set of ring steps. Before rolling in to the ring where he quickly pops up to his feet. Rick cracks his neck to the side a couple of times as he scans the arena, but ultimately heads to one of the corners where he drops down in to a sitting position. As he sits there he reaches out with both of his heads to grab the middle rope as he awaits the opening bell. Kris Cruise: A double debut here tonight for two men who have been in the business for some time. Envi with nine years. Young with a whopping sixteen. Stephy Auger: Experience is nothing when it comes to being a hero, a proper hero, Kris. Young is exactly the type that Envi is protesting against. Let’s go, chief! The bell has rung and both men have already locked up. Rick’s twenty-two-pound advantage leaves Envi in a predicament. With a quick move, Envi takes a hold of Young’s arm, wrenching it. He shoves Young away before Young can rally back. When Young comes back, Envi jumps into the air, trying to take him out with a dropkick. Rick shoves his legs out of the way, shoving him down to the mat. Envi scurries away as Young tries to get a few mounted punches in. Envi shakes his head ‘no’ before getting up. They try for the lock up again. When Envi tries for a gut kick, Young catches his leg and sends it away. He lightens Envi’s chest with a hard knife edge chop. Envi stumbles back, making a loud cry of pain. Young tries to follow up, but Envi steps forward and cracks him across the chest, surprisingly making Young reel from it. Envi doesn’t wait for Young to turn back around. He chases him down with another chop, before getting him into the turnbuckle. Kris Cruise: And this is the kind of strategy that Envi needs to continue. If Young gets going, the night will not end well for Envi. Stephy Auger: Envi’s going to make that barbarian wrestle his kind of match. A proper one. Not that bloodbath that Young’s used to. Envi takes a moment, slowly winding up his next chop. Young recovers before Envi can get the arrogant move off. He takes Young by the back of the head and shoves him into the corner. He unleashes a flurry of chops, alternating with each hands. Envi falls out of the corner, his eyes wide and his mouth agape with pain. Young gets back to Envi, leaping up and dropping the Chief with a neckbreaker. He goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Envi kicks out! Young shakes his head and brings Envi up into a pumphandle position. Envi tries to struggle out of the hold, but with a smack to the chest, Envi submits to the hold. Young heaves up from the hold into a side slam. With the roar of the crowd, he runs around the ring and slams him down with a Pumphandle Side Slam. He goes for another cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Envi kicks out again! Young looks down at the Chief, shrugging his shoulders. He gets back, dragging Envi up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and tries for a DDT, but Envi resists. With a punch to the kidney, Envi manages to get away, before ducking out of the ring. He smooths his hair, taking a breather. Young runs off the rope, trying to dive out of the rope. Envi moves out of the way of the suicide dive, looking as casual as he could about it. He looks down at Young for a moment, shaking his head condescendingly. Stephy Auger: I’m with the Chief on that one. Young should have been patient. Kris Cruise: Well, you can’t blame Young for trying to keep on the offense. What makes this bad is that smug smirk that Envi has on his face. Envi throws Young back into the ring, sliding in methodically. He gets behind of the recovering Young, stretching his arms out. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Envi slams Young down with a German Suplex. He gets up, resting on the ropes to communicate with his fans. Young makes it to his feet, but catches a Buzzsaw kick that floors him again. Envi rests his foot on his shoulder on his opponent’s shoulder. The referee, annoyingly, hits the mat. ONE! . . TWO! . . Young gets the shoulder up roughly, almost dropping Envi to the mat. Kris Cruise: He might have gotten it if he didn’t do that. Stephy Auger: Eh, it’s okay, Chief has plenty of time to capitalize. Envi takes a step back, waiting for Young to get up. He aims for a superkick, trying to kick Young’s head off. Young ducks underneath it and lifts Envi off the ground. He plants him with a powerbomb, before flipping over for the bridge. ONE! . . TWO! . . Envi kicks out! Kris Cruise: And another kickout. This match has been a flourish of near-falls. After Young gets up, he sends Envi off the rope. When his opponent came back, Young tried for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Envi reverses the move. He lands on his feet and cracks Young with a superkick. Young falls back, coming back for a Pendulum Lariat. But he gets caught with the Kapowski Kick! Young hits the mat as Envi starts to celebrate his kick connecting. Instead of pinning the Razor, he ascends the top rope, looking over the crowd. Soon enough, Young starts to get to his feet. With a burst of energy, he jumps out, catching Envi with a double axe handle to the back. Envi doubles over, which prompts Rick to follow him up. He hooks the arm, trying to drop him. Envi resists the hold, but before long, Rick suddenly drops down to the mat. With a hostile shove, Young sends Envi with the Suicide Sault! Envi crashes to the outside with a nasty thud, causing the crowd to pan in shock. The referee starts the count. Stephy Auger: I would have disqualified him! That move should be illegal! HOW DARE HE! Kris Cruise: That was a horrific crash. Envi isn’t moving. We may have to start this match right here. Stephy Auger: As a DQ win for Envi! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Envi doesn’t stir, but Young ducks out the ring, restarting the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Young starts to heave Envi up, but Envi falls to the ground. Young struggles to deadlift Envi. FOUR! FIVE! Young does manage to get Envi up, but only barely. SIX! SEVEN! Suddenly, Envi sparks to life, shoving Young away. Young comes back into a flapjack. Envi slams Young face first onto the steel steps. He rushes into the ring, falling face first on the mat. EIGHT! NINE! Young, through sheer willpower, shoves himself into the ring. Envi looks on in disbelief. Envi, still disoriented from the Suicide Sault, manages to make it to his feet. Young gets up, using the ropes. Young springs forward, but Envi cracks him with a knee to the gut. Young falls back onto the ropes and comes back with the pendulum lariat again. However, like earlier, Envi manages to reverse the move into an inside cradle. He pulls on the pants for extra leverage. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, EVAN ENVI! Stephy Auger: And yes, pure wrestling prevails over garbage again! A hero for the ages, Kris! Kris Cruise: I wouldn’t agree with you. He pulls on the pants. He stole the victory! Stephy Auger: Just like how Young almost stole his career? Yeah, right! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:47:05 GMT -5
The cameras pick up on the locker rooms shortly after the conclusion of Evan Envi versus Rick Young. It’s where Ryan LeCavalier has been getting ready for her contest later on in the night with Dom Harter. Already dressed to compete Ryan is stretching, making sure to limber up for the contest. Having already said her peace earlier in the week towards the match up and Dom, it was Spencer Burke’s job to get further comments on the upcoming encounter. The particular person in question, came into the scene off screen, has a microphone prepped and ready. His voice was firm making sure to be direct in this impromptu interview. Spencer Burke: Ms. LeCavalier, you are no stranger to the world of FGA. A few months ago, you and Salem Cartier combined force and competed in Dynamic Duos. Tonight, you’re competing in your first match as member of the roster. Do you feel as if your previous encounter here gives you a leg up, since you’ve already been inside an FGA ring? Ryan doesn’t utter a word. She ignored the question, finishing one of her last few stretches she comes to standing straight up looking directly into Spencer’s eyes. Ryan LeCavalier: Dom Harter makes one reference to me coming up short and it’s reiterated over and over? That’s interesting. Spencer froze for a second, afraid that Ryan was angry or something worse. Instead she sighs, gathering her thoughts just as quickly. Ryan LeCavalier: Yeah, Salem and I fell short. Does it give me a confidence boost heading into my match tonight? No, it doesn’t. It would’ve been nice to have lasted a little bit longer – Salem knows I wanted it badly – but sometimes you can’t win them all. As for tonight, that’s not what this is about. Tonight is about making my company debut against one of the most infamous names the company as to offer. Tonight, I get to show exactly why I’m one of the best wrestlers known the world over. Dom’s been pretty apathetic to the situation; he won’t be so apathetic once we’re in the ring together. I don’t need some sort of “Leg up” I came to Frontier to make a name for myself underneath my own merit. I don’t drag on anyone’s coattails, and again, he’ll find that out real soon. Ryan throws a right fist forward, succeed by a left. Spencer’s face takes a far nervous tone. Spencer Burke: Speaking of your opponent. Most newcomers would be terrified of facing him on their first night. However, you seem eerily calm. Is there a particular reason why that is? Ryan looked calmer than Spencer played it up as she seemed very focused on the task at hand. Ryan LeCavalier: I’m always cool underneath gratuitous amounts of pressure. I thrive on it, actually. I don’t fear Dom for one reason, I’m confident. I know how and when to get the job done. There’s no taking it slow out there, there’s certainly no room for error either. Tonight’s match is all about who makes the mistake, either I make it or he makes it. It’s very exciting, knowing my first match in FGA could be the one that gets me noticed the fastest. It should be entertaining no matter the outcome. Ryan tilts her head slightly knowing that the match was going to be tough, it could’ve gone either way but she looks as if she was hoping for a very positive outcome. Spencer Burke: One person in particular, Zero McHannon, has been vocal, very critical even about your thoughts leading up to tonight. Do comments like his affect you in anyway? Ryan stared right into the camera, knowing this was the perfect time to address what she had seen. Ryan LeCavalier: I saw the comments. Zero McHannon’s always good at making controversial opinions; he’s also got a right to them. What I took away was that he was slightly disrespected in the comments I made, but I meant what I said. Fujiko, Salem, and Jimmy are some of the best in FGA today. Notice, I didn’t name drop Johnny Cannon or Chandler Scott. Not because they aren’t good, I’m certain they’ve got other things to focus on. If McHannon’s got a chip on his shoulder and wants the prove me wrong, he’s more than welcome to come and try. I’m always raring to go – doesn’t matter if it’s next week or months from now. Make no mistake about it, just like tonight, he’ll know exactly who I am by the smoke clears and the dust settles. There was a small smirk out of Ryan before Spencer seemed to be ready to wrap up his line of questioning. Spencer Burke: Ryan, you’ve been wrestling for a good while now. Therefore, I’ve got to ask, why FGA? And now? Ryan’s facial expression was slightly vexed a mixture of both nervousness and excitement. She goes quite for a moment, making sure to be very direct in her statement. Ryan LeCavalier: We wrestlers are often times are creatures of habit. Sometimes this sport gets so easy we get set in our ways. When something is at is easiest, I tend to feel at my worst. I’m at my best when I’m facing a steep incline. FGA is that incline. It’s a known fact that FGA’s always had an aura that this is the place to be. If you want to compete with some of the best the world over – FGA’s your place. Further putting that into context, I actually attended All-Star Showdown V. I watched the event from top to bottom; I was there supporting Salem and Fujiko. At the end, there was no mistake I wanted to be a member of the Frontier Grappling Arts roster. Take tonight for example this is the toughest test I’ve had in a long while. Dom Harter is no slouch, but Dom also has been around the block and feels FGA is easy. That’s no longer true… Spencer nodded Ryan continued to pour her very blunt thoughts on why she eventually made the jump to Frontier Grappling Arts. Spencer Burke: Well, Ryan best of luck to you tonight against Dom Harter. Ryan nods confidently as she watches Spencer walk away as the view switches to... [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:49:58 GMT -5
#RubyWay vs. Nox Sports The opening notes of “Lunar” by David Guetta and Afrojack begins to play as a hush befalls the crowd. As the beat begins to build, so does the crowd’s anticipation. Finally the bass drops and Asa Constant and Zorro del Castillo explode from the back bringing about cheers from the crowd. Asa is bobbing his head as he points to the crowd, while his partner remains more reserved. They make their way to the ring, Asa slapping the hands of fans as he goes. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 370 pounds … NOX SPORTS! He leaps onto the apron and clutches the ropes. He pumps his arm before throwing a fist into the air bringing about more cheers. Asa hops over the ropes into the ring and runs to the far corner and hops the turnbuckle while his partner climbs the rings steps, entering the ring through the middle ropes as they await their opponents. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents… 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 their opponents! Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 363 pounds! They are the team of Kevin Hardaway and Ruby Tyler … RUUUUBYYYYWAAAAAAAY! 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: It’s been a rough couple of weeks for #RubyWay, Stephy; they’ve been taunted and put down by the likes of Next Level and Status Quo. They were on the losing team in that six man tag match on the last show. Stephy Auger: And Ruby felt the need to attack Anthony Rother. But he’s not at ringside tonight, so they can focus on the task at hand. They need this win tonight if they’re to have any hope of convincing people they’re legitimate contenders. And I think they can do it. Kris Cruise: Me too. Nox Sports aren’t going to be pushovers, but they’ll have their hands full tonight with a focused and aggressive #RubyWay. The bell sounds to start the match as Hardaway and Asa Constant look to be starting things off their respective teams. The fans here in Tucson rallying behind #RubyWay as the two legal competitors lock up collar and elbow. That doesn’t bode well for the smaller Constant as Hardaway pushes him back against the ropes. The referee intervenes calling for a break, which he gets before Hardaway delivers a stinging chop to the chest of his opponent. An Irish whip ensues as Asa is sent across the ring, before he’s taken down by a big back elbow to the face. Kris Cruise: Asa Constant is going to learn the hard way you don’t want to get into a fist fight with Kevin Hardaway. Stephy Auger: He’s giving up fifty pounds, Cruise, he needed to know that coming into this match. Hardaway goes to drop the elbow down across the sternum of his prone opponent, but Asa rolls out of the way. Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Asa leaps up with a dropkick. It connects and knocks Hardaway down, but again both competitors scramble to their feet. This time Asa tags out to Zorro, who enters the ring in a hurry. He charges in with a clothesline, but Hardaway ducks and counters with a mule kick to the midsection. Zorro is doubled over in the center of the ring, where he’s caught by a running knee lift, and Hardaway tags out to his partner. Ruby enters the ring as Zorro is lifted back to his feet by Hardaway. He’s thrown into the corner and stomped almost into oblivion by both members of #RubyWay as the crowd continue to cheer them on. The referee finally intervenes to order Kevin Hardaway out of the ring, so Ruby snapmares her opponent out of the corner, before delivering a thunderous kick to the spine. Zorro falls backwards to the mat, and Ruby goes for the first cover of the match. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zorro kicks out! Stephy Auger: A near fall early on, but Zorro del Castillo isn’t one to go down lightly. Tyler drags her opponent back to a vertical base before connecting with a boot to the midsection. An Irish whip sends Zorro against the ropes, or it would if he didn’t reverse it. Ruby hits the ropes and comes back with a slingblade, slamming her opponent down against the mat! Zorro gets back to feet again, just as Ruby rebounds off the ropes for a leg lariat. Del Castillo tries to roll out of the ring to get away from Ruby, but he finds himself on the receiving end of a baseball slide! The crowd cheer again as Zorro slams back against the guard rail before slumping to the floor; Ruby rolls under the bottom to stand on the apron, playing to the crowd for a moment before leaping off with an elbow drop off the apron! Kris Cruise: Look Out Below connects! Zorro gets rolled back into the ring shortly thereafter and Ruby follows him in, going for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zorro kicks out! Stephy Auger: Still not enough to put Zorro del Castillo away, Cruise. But #RubyWay are in firm control here, Nox Sports are going to have to do something radical if they want to get back into this one. Kris Cruise: Absolutely. #RubyWay have been taunted for weeks now about their past, but tonight they’re showing the other teams here in FGA that they mean business. Undeterred by the near fall, Ruby lifts her opponent to his feet and moves him towards the corner. A tag out to Hardaway allow them the opportunity to hit a double brainbuster. Tyler exits the ring as Hardaway stands tall, bringing Zorro back to his feet. An Irish whip sends the Nox Sports member towards a neutral corner, before Hardaway follows him in with a running European uppercut. Zorro staggers out of the corner in a daze as Hardaway lies in wait. A swift kick to the midsection doubles del Castillo over, before he’s driven down across the knee with a lights out brainbuster! Hardaway hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Asa Constant makes the save for his team, stomping at the head of Kevin Hardaway. But the rookie gets caught unawares as Ruby enters the ring and charges in with another slingblade! He clutches the back of his head in pain, but gets back to his feet as Hardaway performs a drop toe hold, positioning Asa Constant perfectly for Ruby to hit the ropes and come back with a running dropkick to the face! Kris Cruise: What team work from #RubyWay there! Asa rolls away in pain as the referee orders Ruby Tyler to leave the ring. She does so with little protest, jaw jacking with her partner as she goes - they seem to be in good spirits though. But as Hardaway turns back to his opponent, Zorro del Castillo connects with a knife edge chop to the chest. And another! An Irish whip follows as Hardaway is sent running across the ring, only to come back with a shotgun dropkick to the knees! Hardaway makes the tag out to Ruby as both members of #RubyWay swarm the ring. Zorro picks himself up in the center of the ring, seemingly unaware he has an opponent either side; the chop block, leg lariat combo wakes him up to that fact though! Ruby hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Stephy Auger: That kid doesn’t know when to quit, does he? She’s referring to Asa Constant as he pulls Ruby off his partner. Constant slides back into the ring, but he’s met by Kevin Hardaway and a Decapitation Lariat! Constant spins through the air and lands with a thud … just as Zorro is coming to. #RubyWay nod at each other as del Castillo staggers in a daze, right into the waiting arms of Hardaway. He tosses Zorro into the air with a flapjack, allowing Ruby to hit the Crimson Kiss! A lateral press follows as Ruby covers. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match … #RUBYWAY! Stephy Auger: One word, Cruise: decimation. #RubyWay absolutely decimated Nox Sports tonight. Kris Cruise: I’m not going to argue with you there, Stephy. They seemed to be fired up from the start, and they made short work of Nox Sports. Stephy Auger: If they carry on like that, I dare say even Status Quo might begin to worry about them. #RubyWay just showed what they can do in that ring, and I believe they have what it takes to be future FGA World Tag Team Champions. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:50:23 GMT -5
Spencer Burke is seen standing backstage with the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions, Status Quo. Dan and Cordy are already in their ring gear, looking ready and primed for their upcoming match later in the evening against The Usual Suspects. Spencer turns towards them and gives an acknowledging nod before refocusing his glare back towards the camera. Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I am joined by the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Status Quo. How are you two doing tonight? (Dan slaps his belt that is slung over his shoulder then looks over at Spencer.) Dan Herrera: I’m doing pretty great myself Spencer. I’d be willing to guess that Cordy here feels the same. Ain’t that right? (Dan looks over at Cordy who nods her head in agreement.) Cordelia Stevenson: You betcha, Herrera. Truth be told, I’m feeling stupendous, and it’s easy to see why. (She adjusts the title on her shoulder for emphasis before taking a step back and looking Spencer up and down.) Cordelia Stevenson: Hey, Spency, you look a bit different buddy… whatcha been doing man, hitting the gym or something? (Spencer’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red as he lowers his head. But he doesn’t hesitate to hunch up his shoulders in an attempt to make them look a bit broader.) Spencer Burke: Well, what can I say… a little bit. (Cordy nods her head and cracks a smile as she pats him on the back.) Cordelia Stevenson: Ayyyeee, it’s showing. I’ve missed you man. it’s lowkey been a minute since I’ve seen ya and since we’ve done this. (She motions back and forth between them, talking about the interview.) Cordelia Stevenson: But we’re back in full effect man, let’s get it. (She dials up her smile to full wattage as Spencer nods his head seeing the two show their excitement to be in the building tonight ready for their first match as Tag Team Champions. He then turns his attention to Dan.) Spencer Burke: Dan, you had some harsh criticism of The Usual Suspects this week. I assumed you’d be a little more excited to be facing off against a team that laid the groundwork in this company for the tag team division. (Dan raises his eyebrows while looking Spencer. He then begins to shake his head a little bit before putting up a hand.) Dan Herrera: Wait a minute. I guess there may have been some cross wires when it comes to how I came off. Let me first say this, I’m excited for this match tonight. If only because it’ll be the first match where me and Cordy can go out there and just wrestle on our own terms. There’s no lose and go home mentality anymore. There’s no pressure of having the tag team championships on the line. It’s just me and Cordy going out there and having fun and showing what we do without having to worry in the back of our heads that one little screw up and it could all be over. No, tonight we get to wrestle for the fun of it. We get to enjoy the career we’ve chosen like we’ve always set out to do. (Dan raises a finger into the air.) Dan Herrera: But on top of that, we’re fighting former champions, and a team that was here when these titles we wear were introduced. They’re no doubt a great set of talents. And I’m happy to have this be our first challenge after All Star Showdown. Hopefully they bring that something special they did against the Murder back in the day when they were both going at it. We both know that me and Cordy are up to the challenge. Spencer Burke: And I’m sure the fans are up to watching you take on this challen--- Dan Herrera: I’m not done though Burke. What you may have caught from me this week was my distaste for Anthony Rother. The guy has plenty to say doesn’t he? The fans and FGA don’t give them their just dues? Please. You want respect you come with respect. So far, that’s the exact opposite that we’ve seen from him. So yeah, I think the Usual Suspects are a great team, but they’re led by someone that I feel is taking them down a terrible path. That’s what you got from me this week Spencer. (Spencer looks at Dan with eyes wide open for a few seconds. He then turns to Cordy Stevenson.) Spencer Burke: Cordy, do you share those same sentiments? (Cordy ponders the question for a second before letting out a deep breath.) Cordelia Stevenson: I can’t say that I necessarily agree with all of the things that Anthony Rother says — and he does say quite a lot... (She moves her hand to mimic a talking motion.) Cordelia Stevenson: But the truth is, Spency. I don’t need to, because Jason Marx and Chris Tryon? They’re buying into it hook line and sinker. Whatever it is he’s feeding them — no matter whether it’s bull like most believe it is — it’s something that's got The Usual Suspects focused. It’s something that has them believing they’ve got something to prove, and it’s something that makes them even more dangerous than they already were. Anthony Rother has them motivated. I may not like the means in which he’s done it, but the only thing that matters is that he has. And tonight, Dan and I have to go out there and face the byproducts of his relentless propaganda. Champions of FGA’s past meet its Tag champions of the present in what will be nothing less than a memorable clash. (She glances over at Dan before turning back towards Spencer and flashing a smile.) Cordelia Stevenson: And we’re ready for it. Matchups like this are what we live for, and it’s where we shine the brightest. The Usual Suspects are on a mission. Their ultimate goal is to eventually get their hands on these. (She points towards her title and tilts her head, motioning towards Dan’s.) Cordelia Stevenson: Well our mission tonight, is to let them know for future reference… that as long as these are in our possession? (She shakes her head.) Cordelia Stevenson: It...ain’t...happening. (She slips the belt off her shoulder and holds it up for the camera.) Cordelia Stevenson: Get familiar. (Dan steps up and drapes an arm around his partner’s shoulders.) Dan Herrera: Thank you, that is all! (Cordy gives a salute to the camera as Dan gives one final acknowledging nod. The two then walk away.) [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:54:07 GMT -5
Dom Harter vs. Ryan LeCavalier “Stonefist” By HEALTH’s echoic machine-like tones come echoing their way into the venue. The lights dim down towards complete darkness, as piercing purple strobe lights flood the crowd from the entrance way, smoke bellows from the entrance way into the clearing of the entrance’s opening; intending on sending chills down the spine of those in attendance. And though we know how far we've come We stay possessed by what we lost And we both know, love's not in our hearts And we both know, love's not in our hearts And we both know, love's not in our hearts And we both know, love's not in our hearts Ryan steps through the curtains into the entrance backwards. She pauses for a second, then turns around revealing a sly smirk and her signature aviator sunglasses that reflect the lighting that flashes in sequences, the entire venue turns a deep purple as she’s strolling to ringside nonchalantly. Ryan reaches out to several fans showing them a bit of appreciation, slapping some of their hands, coming to an abrupt full stop as the ring lies ahead of her. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Miami, Florida by way of Vancouver, British Columbia! Weighing in at 135 pounds! She is “The Last Monarch”... RYAN LECAVALIER! We're never going backwards We're never growing young (not in our hearts) We're never coming back here Remember, love's not in our hearts Ryan walks to the front of the crowd running at the apron and sliding onto it, she slowly comes to standing as she brought her arms behind her back before stepping through the ropes effortlessly. Once in the ring walks toward the adjacent set of ropes climbing the turnbuckle, placing one foot on the very top as her other leg supports her standing there. Extending both arms out she poses for the fans that shower her with a mixed reaction that was to be expected. Dropping down from the turnbuckle she readied herself for the opening bell by throwing punches and kicks, warming up her limbs for what should be an interesting contest. Kris Cruise: Ryan LeCavalier is making her debut as an official roster member tonight. But she hasn’t exactly been given an easy matchup. Right out the gate, she’s been thrown in there with Dom Harter. Stephy Auger: Harter may have only had one match under his belt since that six month layoff, Cruise, but Harter is still as dangerous as ever. She wanted a tough challenge? She’s getting it here tonight. 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 Tucson. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, 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: It seems as if things have been going Dom Harter’s way since returning to the first. First, he defeats the woman that put him on the shelf, Izzy Anders. Then, he scored a win over Annie Zellor, which should put him in title contention for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. In that same match, he also qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup. With the moment that he’s got behind him, he could be well on his way to winning both the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, as well as the Frontier Lions Cup. Stephy Auger: But there’s one woman that’s looking to bring that momentum of his to a screeching halt and that’s Ryan LeCavalier. The Last Monarch is looking to make a statement in here official FGA debut. A win over Dom Harter would definitely cause heads to turn. The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring before inching towards each other. Harter goes to initiate a lock up, but LeCavalier knocks him back with a side kick to the body. Both grapplers continue to circle the ring. As Harter inches closer to LeCavalier, she throws out and connects with a shoot kick to the right thigh. They continue to circle the ring. As Harter closes it, LeCavalier blasts him with a shoot kick to the left shin. Kris Cruise: Harter’s has been relentless with his mockery of LeCavalier. But right about now, he might be wishing that he actually watched his mouth. Harter continues to try and close in on LeCavalier. As he goes to shoot in, LeCavalier throws out another shoot kick. But this time, Harter catches her foot. He then yanks LeCavalier over towards him before knocking her down with a clothesline. Harter pulls LeCavalier back to her feet, performs an arm wrench and follows up with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover. ONE! . . LeCavalier kicks out. Harter picks up LeCavalier and brings her into the corner. Harter rocks her with a forearm strike before pummeling her down into the corner with stomps to the chest. From there, Harter steps back and chokes LeCavalier while pulling down on the top rope. The divide of cheers and boos from the crowd is evident. The ref gives him until the count of five to let go. Crowd: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Harter reluctantly lets go. He reaches down, pulls LeCavalier back up by the hair and whips her into the opposite corner. Harter runs across the ring, but LeCavalier catches him with back elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Harter runs back into the corner. This time, LeCavalier catches him with a knee strike to the midsection. She then takes Harter and tosses him out onto the apron. As Harter tries to pull himself up, LeCavalier runs over and knocks him off the apron with a running knee. While Harter tries to pick himself up off the floor, LeCavalier runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she leaps through the ropes and knocks him down with a suicide dive. Kris Cruise: I know LeCavalier hasn’t won many people over in the locker room besides Fujiko. But you’ve got to give her credit. She’s going right after Harter. Stephy Auger: She isn’t backing one bit. But let’s see if she cna keep this pressure up throughout the match. LeCavalier picks up Harter and rolls him back into the ring. She slides back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. LeCavalier goes to pick up Harter, but Harter grabs her and rams her back-first into the corner. From there, Harter unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes LeCavalier and whips her into the opposite corner. Harter then runs across the ring and connects with a corner double knee strike. After LeCavalier crumbles from out of the corner, Harter turns her over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . LeCavalier gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Harter will most definitely has his eyes on tonight’s main event. The winner of that match between Chandler Scott and Chris Bond will go on to face him in the Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup. You think he has any preference? Stephy Auger: I don’t think so. Knowing how arrogant he is, I’m sure he thinks he can wipe the floor with anyone in this tournament. Harter picks up LeCavalier and goes for an irish whip. But LeCavalier reverses and counters with a fireman’s carry takeover. LeCavalier then drops down and delivers grounded elbow strikes to the face. Harter ends up blocking before turning her onto his stomach. But LeCavalier stays on the attack. LeCavalier continues to deliver grounded elbow strikes across the back of the neck. She then spins around on Harter’s back before going for grounded elbow strikes to the body. LeCavalier then grabs a hold of one of Harter’s arms and places him in a grounded hammerlock. Kris Cruise: That MMA background of LeCavalier has come into play here and now, she’s got a submission applied. Stephy Auger: Not just any submission. A submission to the arm that was injured for all those months. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. When he refuses to quit, LeCavalier follows up with a handstand into a falling knee drop to the arm. She once again locks on the grounded hammerlock. The ref gets back down and asks Harter if he wants to give up. When Harter refuses to quit, LeCavalier delivers a series of quick knee drops to the arm. She then returns to her feet before heading into the ropes. When LeCavalier returns, she connects with a sliding knee drop to the arm. LeCavalier pushes Harter over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his right shoulder up. LeCavalier brings Harter back to his feet and goes for an arm wrench. But Harter counters with a rake across the eyes. He then takes LeCavalier and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. LeCavalier pulls herself back up while Harter turns to try and shake off the pain in his arm. When Harter turns around, LeCavalier steps halfway through the ropes, jumps off the bottom rope and knocks him down with a knee strike through the middle ropes. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his right shoulder up. Kris Cruise: A unique offensive move there by LeCavalier, but it only gets two. Harter has been harping and harping and HARPING about “his” Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship shot. But the number one contender, to my knowledge, is still Salem Cartier. Like Harter, she, too, is looking to hold both the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship as well as the Frontier Lions Cup. LeCavalier picks up Harter and nails him with an elbow smash, followed by a shoot kick to the leg. LeCavalier continues to nail him with alternating strikes before knocking him down with a jumping heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his right shoulder up. LeCavalier picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending LeCavalier into the ropes. When LeCavalier returns, Harter throws out a lariat. But LeCavalier ducks and runs into the far ropes. When LeCavalier returns, Harter throws her across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Stephy Auger: She ducked the lariat. But she couldn’t get out of the way of that overhead suplex. As LeCavalier tries to get up off the canvas, Harter runs over and connects with a running knee lift. LeCavalier is knocked through the ropes and onto the apron. After stepping out onto the apron, Harter picks up LeCavalier from behind, lifts her up and delivers a belly to back suplex across the apron. Kris Cruise: LeCavalier was just suplexed spine-first onto the hardest part of the ring! That had to have shaken her up a bit! Harter picks up LeCavalier and delivers a swinging neckbreaker on the floor. He pulls LeCavalier back up before planting her with a DDT on the floor. Harter rolls her back in, then rolls himself back in before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! LeCavalier gets her foot on the bottom rope. Harter gets up, drags LeCavalier away from the ropes and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . LeCavalier gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up LeCavalier and nails her with a heabdutt that sends her stumbling into the ropes. Harter goes over, pulls LeCavalier away from the ropes and knocks her down with a headbutt. He then reaches down and hooks one of her legs with his arms. He goes to turn her over into a single leg crab. But LeCavalier blocks the move. She then uses her free leg to deliver several upkicks to the face before knocking Harter down. After both grapplers return to their feet, Harter cracks LeCavalier with a forearm strike. LeCavalier comes back with an elbow smash. Harter comes back with another forearm shot. LeCavalier strikes back with another elbow smash. After a knee strike doubles LeCavalier over, Harter turns and runs into the ropes. But before he can even come back, LeCavalier runs over and cuts him off with a running single elbow smash. While Harter’s dazed, LeCavalier turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, Harter throws her down with a powerslam. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! LeCavalier gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up LeCavalier and whips her into the ropes. When LeCavalier comes back, Harter goes for a yakuza kick. But LeCavalier catches his foot and then knocks him down with a spinning leg sweep. Harter gets back to his feet, but LeCavalier knocks him down with a running double elbow smash. Harter gets back up. But LeCavalier knocks him back down wit another double elbow smash. Once Harter gets back up, LeCavalier delivers an inverted atomic drop before bringing him down with a jumping neckbreaker. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Harter gets his right shoulder up. Kris Cruise: A close call there for Harter. LeCavalier picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending her into the ropes. When LeCavalier returns, Harter throws her down with a spinebuster. He then rolls across her before hooking the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! LeCavalier gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another pin attempt by Harter, but it only gets two. Harter picks up LeCavalier and goes for a short-arm clothesline. But LeCavalier ducks and counters with a snap one-handed STO backbreaker. Kris Cruise: Ephemeris by LeCavalier! Stephy Auger: What’s she going for here? While Harter’s down, LeCavalier steps out onto the apron before scaling up to the top turnbuckle. Once Harter gets to his feet and turns around, LeCavalier leaps off for a missile dropkick. But Harter dives out of the way at the last second, causing LeCavalier to crash onto the canvas. As LeCavalier slowly gets up, Harter comes up from behind, lifts her up and plants her with a reverse implant DDT. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! LeCavalier gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Harter dumped her right on her head, but LeCavalier somehow got her shoulder up before three. Stephy Auger: It doesn’t look like Harter’s done... Harter picks up LeCavalier and throws her down onto the canvas with a flapjack powerbomb. He then pulls her back up from behind, lifts her up and plants her with an Impact Driver. Kris Cruise: Silent Machine by Harter! This could be it... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Low Self Opinion” blasts over the PA to a mixtures of cheers and boos from the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, DOM HARTER! The strong mixed reaction continues as Harter gets his arm raised in victory. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:54:25 GMT -5
The scene switches to the backstage area. FGA’s intrepid reporter Spencer Burke is standing just off to the side of the exit, possibly in search of the next big scoop. Before he can scan the scene any further, the door opens up and the sound of heels clicking on the floor are heard, causing Spencer to turn around. He is immediately greeted by the sight of Savannah Taylor walking somewhat hurriedly towards the exit, her iPhone in her hand and a distressed look on her face. She is seen typing a message on her phone and fails to look up when Spencer calls out her name.
Spencer Burke: Savannah!
The blonde pays him no mind as she reaches into her jeans pocket and pulls out her car keys, hoping to reach her rental car in peace.
Spencer Burke: Hey Savannah!
This causes her to stop in her tracks and turn around.
Savannah Taylor: What do you want, Spencer?
Spencer Burke: Well I was just wondering where you were going in such a hurry?
Savannah Taylor: Oh you were, were you?
Spencer Burke: Well, yeah. I mean, you weren’t booked tonight, and now you’re leaving in the middle of the show.
Savannah Taylor: Not that it is any of your business, but I just got word that my mother is in the hospital. I’m catching the next flight to Las Vegas to be with her and to hope she’s okay. As far as not being booked tonight? It happens, there is no way around it sometimes. I’m not going to stand here and whine and complain that they forgot me simply so I can get a spot on the show. I’ll leave THAT particular thing to others.
Spencer Burke: Were you catching the other qualifying matches for the Frontier Lions Cup?
Savannah Taylor: As a matter of fact, I was……
Before Savannah can answer, she is distracted by something coming towards her. A little boy, appearing to be no more than six years of age, walks over to her. The boy’s red hair and freckles give him an almost cherubic appearance as he walks over to the blonde, holding something in his hand. Savannah stoops down to get to the little boy’s eye level.
Savannah Taylor: What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be alone back here.
Boy: I have something for you.
Savannah Taylor: Is your mommy here?
Boy: I have a present for you.
The little boy hands Savannah what was in his hands, which turns out to be an ordinary looking burlap sack. Savannah looks from the child and back to the sack, her blue eyes widening slightly. It is as if she has seen this somewhere before.
Savannah Taylor: Where…..where did you get this?
Boy: I got it from that man over there. He told me to give it to you.
The little boy points to a corner over Savannah’s shoulder. Savannah stands up and looks in the direction he was pointing and sure enough, she spots a figure moving in the shadows. Still clutching the back, Savannah takes of in the direction of the figure, her heels making loud clicks on the floor. It wasn’t long until she reached the door leading to the parking lot, which was already open. She pushes her way through and runs to the middle of the lot, stopping in her tracks. She looks around in all directions, but the figure she saw just moments ago is nowhere to be found. She catches her breath for a second as she brushes the hair out of her face. Glancing down at her left hand, she sees the bag still clutched with a firm grasp. She looks down at it and shakes her head, her eyes looking rather cautiously at what appears to be a simple, everyday object. It is here where the scene switches to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 0:58:35 GMT -5
Status Quo vs. The Usual Suspects The lights dim down and take on a purplish hue as a light smoky mist fills the entranceway. The opening to A$AP Ferg's "New Level" cues up. I’m on a new level
I’m on it, I’m on it As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson emerges from the mist with a bounce in her step and dancing to the music. She comes to a stop atop the walkway, glancing around and taking in the reception before giving the crowd a warm smile. She rolls her neck around before bowing her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. A few seconds go by before she snaps her head up, whipping her hair back from in front of her face. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing, representing Status Quo! From Freeport, Long Island… weighing in at 146 pounds… CORDY STEVENSON! She continues on down the ramp, working from side to side with a big smile as she slaps the hands of fans along the way. She gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron, mouthing the words and bouncing to the music as she makes her way around the side, towards the middle. She turns and faces her crowd, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in their reaction. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring and making her way over towards the opposite turnbuckle. She quickly hops up and holds her arms out, drawing a reaction from that side of the crowd as well. She unzips her hoodie and tosses it away before hopping down and making her way over to her corner as the music dies down. Kris Cruise: They’ve won the Dynamic Duos, they beat the Next Level. They’re the new FGA World Tag Team Champions, and tonight they’re in action for the first time since then to face The Usual Suspects. Stephy Auger: We saw #RubyWay impress earlier, but The Status Quo need to be mindful of their opponents tonight as well. With all the teams chomping at the bit for a title opportunity, Cordy and Dan will need to be on their best form if they want to stay champions. ...Spoken... "May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!" When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them. My knuckles have turned to white There's no turning back tonight Kiss me one last time As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entranceway, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches! Also representing Status Quo! Residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina and weighing in at 200 pounds… DAN HERRERA! He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin. Kris Cruise: They both know The Usual Suspects’ history, they both know what they’re capable of after watching that six man tag match on the last show. Stephy Auger: And we’ve all heard Anthony Rother talk about how good his team is, hopefully he doesn’t have another Pokémon Go incident tonight otherwise it might by Cordy or Dan who knocks his lights out this week. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Anthony Rother, at a combined weight of 462 pounds … THE USUAL SUSPECTS! 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 back Both 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.
You see us comin’ And you all together run for cover We’re taking over this town The 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 hell 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 before the bell rings. Kris Cruise: A non title match for The Status Quo here, but what can they do against former tag champions in The Usual Suspects? We’ll find out soon enough. The bell sounds to start the match as Cordy Stevenson starts things out for the champions, with Chris Tryon standing across the ring from her. The fans already cheering The Status Quo on as the legal competitors circle the ring for a few moments before locking up collar and elbow. Tryon gains the upper hand, going behind with a hammerlock. But his advantage doesn’t last long as Cordy manages to reverse the hold into a hammerlock of her own. Tryon struggles to break free, firing off some back elbows to little effect. So Cordy switches tact; she performs a double leg takedown, bringing Tryon to the mat before transitioning into a front facelock. From there, Cordy brings her opponent back to his feet and walks backwards towards the corner, where she makes the tag out to Dan Herrera. Stephy Auger: Chris Tryon not faring too well in the early going. Perhaps he’s intimidated by the beauty. A small cheer from the crowd as Herrera enters the ring, stomping at the exposed midsection of Chris Tryon as Cordy holds the arm up. She then leaves the ring as Herrera continues mauling his opponent; a flurry of hard rights have Tryon reeling before an Irish whip sends him across the ring. Upon his opponent’s return, Dan throws him down with a powerful Samoan drop, and goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon kicks out. Kris Cruise: Such force behind that Samoan drop, but not enough to keep Tryon down for a three count. Stephy Auger: If they thought it would be, then the champions are underestimating their opponents. Herrera sits his opponent up and applies a rear chinlock, trying to wear him down. But it doesn’t take long before Tryon manages to battle his way back into the match; he makes his way up to his knees as he fires off some elbows to the midsection. Finally, he weakens Dan’s grip enough that he’s able to push The Boss away and against the ropes. But Herrera returns with a shoulderblock that knocks the former champion down to the mat. Dan hits the ropes again, hopping over his opponent as Tryon rolls onto his front. He pops back to his feet and leapfrogs over Dan upon his return. But Herrera puts on the brakes. Before he can react, however, Chris Tryon has already set off against the ropes, coming back with a tilt-a-whirl arm drag! Dan picks himself right back up and charges. Tryon catches him with an arm drag though. Both men scramble back to their feet, and again Dan charges. And again he’s caught by an arm drag. As they stand back up this time, Tryon leaps up with a dropkick that knocks Herrera through the ropes and all the way to the outside. Stephy Auger: That’s a dangerous position to be in when you’re against Chris Tryon. Peaches rushes over to help her man get back to his feet, unaware that Tryon is running against the far ropes. The crowd waiting in anticipation as Tryon … feints a dive through the ropes! The fans begin to boo as Tryon poses in the ring, before making the tag out to Jason Marx. The nineteen year veteran enters the ring as Herrera rolls back in under the bottom rope. At ringside, Rother and Peaches are getting into a war of words after her “interference”, causing Dan to get distracted. It’s all the opening that Marx needs to clobber his opponent from behind, laying into Dan with hard right hands. He spins him around and hits a short arms clothesline, before dropping down to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Dan kicks out. But Marx throws his shoulder down, pressing a forearm across the face as he covers again. ONE! . . Dan kicks out. Kris Cruise: Jason Marx not messing around here. Stephy Auger: He’s just got to wear Herrera down, Cruise… Kris Cruise: Then they’ve only got Cordy Stevenson to worry about! Marx brings his opponent back up in a front face lock, and makes the tag out to Chris Tryon. Marx switches his grip, bringing Herrera up vertical for the suplex as Tryon springboards in with a crossbody block. Into the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . But Dan powers out. Tryon perks up a couple of feet away from where Herrera is laying, as The Usual Suspects exchange curious glances. Undeterred, however, Tryon hurries back over and stomps at the rising Dan Herrera. It’s not enough to stop him from getting back to his feet though. Tryon changes it up, instead choosing to punch at his opponent – but Herrera fires right back! And he has the size advantage over Tryon, so those punches have some effect as Dan backs The Usual Suspect member into the center of the ring – before Tryon rakes the eyes! Kris Cruise: What a dirty, underhanded tactic. On the outside, Rother applauds his client, which draws a sideways glare from Peaches. Cordy is in the corner shouting out for the tag as Dan stumbles back a step, blinded by the eye rake. Tryon rebounds off the ropes, picking up a head of steam as he flies back – right into a Dan Herrera lariat! Tryon flips through the air, having been turned inside out, landing face down with a thud! The crowd roar in approval as Herrera props himself up on one knee, looking towards the corner where Cordy is reaching out an arm. He makes a move to tag out – NO! Marx enters the ring and grabs Herrera, bringing him towards the center of the ring before the referee intervenes. Marx gets escorted from the ring as Tryon picks himself up and makes a move towards Herrera, only to get tagged by a discus elbow smash! Dan lunges to make the tag out to Cordy, and the crowd pop again! Stephy Auger: The Usual Suspects need to be careful now. Cordy Stevenson is in, and she’s fresh. Saint Sexy enters the ring and immediately hits a swinging neckbreaker on the rising Chris Tryon. She turns towards Marx, knocking him off the apron with a dropkick, much to the approval of the crowd! Cordy turns back towards Tryon as he’s trying desperately to get back to his feet, catching him with a leaping reverse bulldog! And the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . Tryon kicks out! Undeterred, Cordy picks her opponent back up and Irish whips him into the corner. She follows him in with a running splash, before whipping him back across the ring. This time she performs a handspring back elbow. Tryon’s head bounces back upon impact as he staggers out of the corner; the lights are on but nobody’s home as the former tag champ stands there in the center of the ring. Cordy doubles him over with a boot to the gut before grabbing him, turning Tryon around for the Deadly Seduction! And a hook of the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx makes the save! Kris Cruise: Jason Marx might have just kept his team in this one, Stephy. Stephy Auger: That’s the sign of a good tag team, always having each other’s backs. The stomp to the head breaks up the pin, but causes Dan to storm the ring as well. The Boss tackles Marx, taking him down with a Thesz press. The referee tries to split them up, ushering both men to their respective corners, so he’s distracted as Tryon jams a thumb in the eye of Cordy Stevenson! The crowd boo as he rolls her up with a small package! ONE! . . TWO! . . Cordy kicks out! Both Cordy and Chris scramble to get back to their feet, and it’s Tryon who strikes first as he catches her with a knee lift to the midsection. Cordy gets sent head first into the turnbuckle in the Suspects corner, and Tryon makes the tag out to Marx. Both men are in the ring for a few seconds, stomping at the midsection of Cordy Stevenson. Tryon gets ordered out of the ring as Marx takes the opportunity to drive his shoulder repeatedly into the midsection, before dragging Cordy out of the corner. A scoop slam follows, and the crowd boo as Marx taunts them. Kris Cruise: The power house of the Usual Suspects has slowed the pace since getting into the ring, and if he can keep Cordy off her feet, he may be in with a chance here. Stephy Auger: Jason Marx knows what he’s doing, Cruise. Just sit back and enjoy the show. Kris Cruise: I imagine Next Level and #RubyWay are standing backstage doing the same thing, watching this match with great interest to scout out future opponents. Marx puts the boots to his opponent, keeping Cordy grounded as Rother applauds him from the outside of the ring. Cordy gets grabbed by the wrist, and pulled up to her feet before Marx connects with the short arm clothesline. But he quickly makes the tag out to Tryon, and The Usual Suspects perform a double team suplex before Tryon covers. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cordy kicks out! Tryon makes the tag right back out to Marx, who re-enters the ring and grabs up Cordy. A European uppercut has Saint Sexy reeling back against the ropes. An Irish whip ensues and Cordy is sent across the ring, but she holds onto the ropes to stop herself. Marx charges at her, only for Cordy to drop down and grab hold of the rope, sending Marx tumbling to the outside! Stevenson picks herself back up and sees her opponent in the aisle way, so only one thing crosses her mind. The crowd roaring in anticipation as Cordy runs across the ring for momentum – but Tryon throws out his knee to catch her across the back! No! Cordy has it scouted and catches Chris with a forearm smash that knock him off the apron! She quickly turns her attention back to Marx in the aisle way and runs, leaping out of the ring with a suicide plancha! Kris Cruise: Cordy goes airborne! The crowd cheer again as Cordy pops back to her feet on the outside, before rolling Marx back into the ring. She follows him in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx kicks out. Undeterred, Cordy quickly makes the tag out to Dan Herrera, who lifts Jason up with a back suplex as Cordy completes the move with a neckbreaker. She exits the ring as Dan makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx kicks out. Dan drags his opponent back to his feet, hooking the head and waist band of Jason Marx, before hoisting the Usual Suspect high up into the air. And keeps him there. The crowd beginning to cheer louder and louder as the stalling vertical suplex is kept in place, before Marx is brought crashing down to the mat! Dan looks to be going for the cover when Chris Tryon enters the ring; he makes a beeline for Herrera, peppering The Boss with rights and lefts before running against the ropes for momentum – only to get knocked out his boots with a huge spear! Stephy Auger: Oh, I felt that one from here! On the outside, Peaches is cheering her man on until Anthony Rother heads around the ring towards her. Peaches sees him coming, and with Cordy by her side, Rother decides it may have been unwise to pick a fight. But the whole ordeal has the referee distracted, and Dan Herrera too. So he doesn’t notice Marx roll him up with a schoolboy! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOO! Herrera kicks out in the nick of time, and rolls through to his feet. He meets the rising Jason Marx with an uppercut as the referee manages to restore order on the outside. Another uppercut connects and Dan has his opponent reeling. Herrera sets off against the ropes for momentum, but Rother grabs his foot under the bottom rope, causing Dan to stumble. The referee didn’t see it, somehow, but Herrera regains his bearings just in time to find himself on the receiving end of A Beautiful Disaster! Tryon goes to cut off Cordy before she can make the save as Marx grabs a handful of tights to make the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Kris Cruise: Highway robbery! Anthony Rother has stolen another win for The Usual Suspects, and this time it’s over the tag champs! Stephy Auger: Stole? They earned that victory, Kris; their hard work and dedication has paid off again, and The Usual Suspects have a huge win over the champions. Kris Cruise: The grabbing the foot, the handful of tights – they stole it! The Usual Suspects and Anthony Rother high tail it from the ring as Cordy and Peaches enter the squared circle to check on Dan; he’s naturally furious with how the match ended, as the three of them glare up the aisle at the smug faces of The Usual Suspects. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 1:00:37 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (Qualifying Round)
Fujiko Mine vs. Skylar Cloud Lights start strobing as Skylar Cloud makes her way out through the curtain to a negative reception from the fans in attendance. She looks around, surveying the crowd before beginning her trek to the ring. Keeping a brisk but controlled pace, she zigs and zags, taking her time to forcibly high five as many unwilling fans as possible. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Qualifying Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 143 pounds… SKYLAR CLOUD! She slides under the bottom rope once she reaches the ring, then pops up to her feet. After climbing the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the fans, she performs a backflip and lands on her feet. She then takes her corner to await the start of the match. Kris Cruise: Skylar Cloud made waves down in LDFC by holding their Old North Championship for several months. But she made an even bigger impact at All-Star Showdown V, when she, her followers The Systemic and Sara Cochran all laid out Annie Dupree and Molly Reid. But her biggest accomplishment could come in this ring tonight. Stephy Auger: Skylar Cloud’s got the opportunity of a lifetime. Not only could she advance to the Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup, but she could do so by beating the current Pride Champion. Most people in her position would be scared stiff. But when you “reach for the Skylar”... Kris Cruise: Nope! Nope! Nope! I’m cutting you off right now! I’m not about to subject our viewers to that whackjob's nonsense! Stephy Auger: Why am I not surprised. Of course someone like you would want to suppress the truth and the knowledge that’s found in The Skylar Systemic. Maybe if you practiced some Positive Mental Skylairty, you wouldn’t be so sour all the time. Kris Cruise: ... 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: And her opponent, now residing out of 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 is looking to bounced back from her main event tag match from two week’s ago. Her and Mark Storm took on Salem Cartier and Molly Reid in a heck of a match. But unfortunately for her and Storm, they came out on the losing end. Stephy Auger: Maybe if she Reached for the Skylar instead of reaching for the buffet, she would’ve won that match two weeks ago. Just saying. The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Fujiko throws Skylar down with an arm drag. After Skylar returns to her feet, she circle the ring before inching back over towards Fujiko. After jockeying for position, Fujiko throws her down with another arm drag. After Skylar returns to her feet, she marches back over to Fujiko and locks up with her. After jockeying for position, Skylar finally gains the advantage with a side headlock. She then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. But Fujiko’s able to lean forward before reversing into an hammerlock of her own. The crowd cheers at the successful reversal. After spinning Skylar around and placing her in a side headlock. Skylar shoves Fujiko off of her and into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, she knocks Skylar down with a running shoulder block. She then runs into another set of ropes as Skylar gets back to her feet. When Fujiko comes back, Skylar leapfrogs over her. Fujiko continues to run into the ropes. When Fujiko comes back, Skylar throws her down with a hip toss. Fujiko gets back up, but Skylar throws her down with an arm drag. Fujiko returns to her feet, but Skylar is quick to deliver another arm drag. When Fujiko gets back up, Skylar throws her down with an overflow arm drag. Fujiko gets back up, but Skylar delivers another overflow arm drag. As soon as Fujiko returns to her feet, Skylar delivers yet another overflow arm drag. Once Fujiko turns her onto her knees, Skylar does the “Reach 4 The Skylar” pose, which elicits boos from the crowd. Fujiko just shakes her head before returning to her feet. Stephy Auger: Look at Skylar. She’s gotten into Fujiko’s head already! But I’m not surprised. Maybe if Fujiko practiced more of that PMS and TSS, she wouldn’t be so mentally weak. Both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Skylar begins nailing Fujiko with a series of knees to the midsection. She then takes Fujiko and goes for an irish whip. But Fujiko reverses, sending Skylar into the ropes. When Skylar returns, she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, which sends Fujiko through the ropes and to the floor. As Fujiko gets up on the outside, Skylar takes off into the far ropes. When Fujiko turns around, Skylar leaps through the ropes and knocks her down with an elbow suicida. The crowd boos as Skylar gets up and points to the sky. Skylar rolls back into the ring and waits for Fujiko to return to her feet. As Fujiko is slowly pulling herself up using the edge of the apron, Skylar runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a baseball slide into a headscissors takedown. Kris Cruise: I don’t know what happened. But it seems like Skylar has not only knocked Fujiko off her game, but has gotten the better of her over the last minute or so as well. Skylar picks up Fujiko and rolls her back into the ring. Skylar then slides back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Skylar picks up Fujiko, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. She then takes Fujiko and whips her into the opposite corner. Skylar runs into the corner, but Fujiko nails her with a back elbow to the face. Skylar runs back into the corner. This time, Fujiko nails her with a boot to the face. As Skylar runs back into the corner, Fujiko hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and brings Skylar down with a diving hurricanrana. Skylar gets back to her feet, but Fujiko knocks her down with a dropkick. Skylar gets back up, but Fujiko connects with another dropkick. Once Skylar gets back to her feet, Fujiko runs over and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors of her own. Skylar is sent through the ropes and to the floor. As Skylar slowly gets up on the outside, Fujiko takes off into the far ropes. When she comes back, she motions for a dive to the outside. But Fujiko has to slam on the brakes at the last minute as Skylar scurries out of the way. The crowd boos as Skylar makes her way around the ring. While Skylar continues to walk around the ring, Fujiko sneaks out onto the apron and begins to follow her around. After Skylar yells back at a nonbeliever of the Skylar Systemic in the front row, she turns around. Fujiko then runs along the apron, flips off and knocks her down with a Shooting Star Placha. Fujiko picks up Skylar and rolls her back into the ring. Fujiko then rolls herself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Skylar gets her shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Skylar, moves her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then brings Skylar from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Skylar reverses, sending Fujiko into the ropes. When Fujiko returns, Skylar sets up for a back body drop. But Fujiko hurdles over her before running into the far ropes. When Skylar stands up and turns around, Fujiko delivers a running hurricanrana. After Skylar returns to her feet, Fujiko doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. After knocking Skylar down with a leg sweep, Fujiko follows up with a standing Shooting Star Press to cheers and applause from the crowd. She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Skylar gets her shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Skylar, lifts her up and throws her down with a front suplex. After Skylar gets up on her knees, Fujiko runs over and spikes her with a headscissors facebuster. She turns Skylar over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Skylar gets her shoulder up. As Fujiko slowly picks Skylar up off the canvas, Skylar reaches up and rakes Fujiko across the eyes. She then takes Fujiko, places her in a side headlock and rakes her face along the top rope. After Fujiko stumbles into a nearby corner, Skylar comes up from behind and performs a back rake. She then turns Fujiko around and delivers three shoulder thrusts to the midsection before whipping her into the opposite corner. Skylar takes off across the ring and connects with a rolling koppu kick. After Fujiko crumbles from out of the corner, she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: After an offensive outburst from the champion, it’s Skylar Cloud that’s now back in control. Could you imagine if she pulled off the upset and won here tonight? She’d be even more unbearable than she is now and that’s saying something! Skylar picks up Fujiko and moves her back into the corner. She delivers a series of stomps to the chest, followed by a jumping spin kick to the face. Skylar then connects with a spinning elbow strike. After moving Fujiko out of the way, Skylar climbs up onto the middle ropes, grabs her from behind and delivers an inverted Tornado DDT. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Skylar picks up Fujiko and delivers a jumping toe kick combo. The last kick knocks Fujiko down to a knee. Skylar then turns and runs into the ropes. When Skylar returns, she knocks Fujiko down with a Shining Wizard. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fujiko gets her shoulder up. Skylar sits up Fujiko and places her in a rear chinlock. The ref asks Fujiko if she wants to give up. But the Pride Champion refuses to quit. After slowly turning over onto her knees and then returning to her feet, Fujiko nails Skylar with four elbows to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, she runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle ropes, jumps back and knocks Skylar down with Sealed With a Kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Skylar gets her shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Skylar and goes for an irish whip. But Skylar reverses, sending Fujiko into the ropes. When Fujiko returns, Skylar throws out a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick. But Fujiko ducks and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers as she knocks Skylar down with a single leg dropkick. She then steps out onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. After walking halfway across the top rope, Fujiko leaps off and knocks Skylar back down with Yount’s 3000th Hit. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos as Skylar gets her shoulder up. Fujiko picks up Skylar and goes for an irish whip. But Skylar reverses, sending Fujiko into the corner. Skylar runs into the corner, but Fujiko turns her around with a boot to the face. As Skylar stumbles away from the corner, Fujiko comes up from behind and brings her down with a jumping reverse bulldog. Fujiko then crouches down and waits for Skylar to get up. Once Skylar gets back to her feet and turns around, the crowd cheers as Fujiko knocks her down with the Lucky Shot. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! “Megitsune” blasts over the PA as the crowd erupts with cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FUJIKO MINE! Fujiko gets her arm raised while the crowd continues to cheer. Kris Cruise: Fujiko picks up the win! She advances in the tournament where she’ll be facing Savannah Taylor in the Quarterfinals. What a matchup that’s sure to be. On the flipside, both Cochran and Cloud lost here tonight. Apparently “Reaching for the Skylar” isn’t isn’t good enough? Stephy Auger: ... [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 1:01:00 GMT -5
As the camera cuts backstage we see Quinn Goodrich, Danny Diamond and the FGA World Champion, Johnny Cannon fraternizing in their locker room. The group is already deep in conversation, as Goodrich stands over the two Kings.
Quinn Goodrich: Alright, gentleman, this is a big night for both of you. As dominant as the Kings have been for the last few months, it's time that we demonstrate and show how far our reach over this company goes with a little tag team success - which we have lacked severely.
The British Mamba scoffs at the notion as he takes a swig from his Belvedere.
Johnny Cannon: We don't need to display anything. Every time I step through that curtain I remind the entire world who the best in the game today is. This is my demonstration right here.
He says confidently as he grabs the FGA World Title off his lap, holding it up for Goodrich to see.
Quinn Goodrich: Obviously being the World Champion speaks volumes about your greatness in and of itself. Everyone in this company recognizes your talent and prowess, because holding that Championship demands that level of acknowledgement. However, our grip on FGA could be tighter.
Cannon rolls his eyes at the thought, cracking a smirk out the side of his mouth as he takes another swig from his favorite vodka.
Quinn Goodrich: People in this company, hell people around the world continue to run their mouths on any and every platform they can find about you.
He says, pointing at Cannon.
Quinn Goodrich: And you have a job not just as World Champion but as a real man to shove their words down each one of their throats and watch them choke to death. You did it to Chris Strike down in HELL a couple days ago. Mutual respect be damned, he’s always thought he was better than you, he's always dismissed you. Two days ago you rewarded his disrespect with a Birmingham Screwdriver. That's what I want from you. Swift and violent action!
Cannon nods, thinking about his win over the legendary Chris Strike days ago, agreeing with the sentiment as he downs another shot of vodka, the fire in his eyes suddenly shining.
Quinn Goodrich: The Next Level ran their mouths, even after you outclassed both of them single handedly. Luke Jackson doesn't think you deserve to be World Champion. Peasants should not be allowed to slander the king. If they come for the crown, you TAKE theirs. Tonight, you kick their goddamn heads off!
Cannon stands up now, nodding repeatedly as Quinn’s words begin to get him fired up.
Quinn Goodrich: And as far as that afterthought, Zero McHannon is concerned -
Diamond interrupts Goodrich, grabbing him by the shoulder as he looks at both he and Cannon.
Danny Diamond: Don't you worry about that. That clown’ll get what's coming to him. The way I see it, we give him exactly what he wants tonight. Mad dogs have to be put down.
Cannon grins, as he puts an arm around Danny’s neck.
Johnny Cannon: That's what I like to hear. And since we’re rounding up all the strays and throwing them in the pound -- I’ve got another mad dog who needs to be detained before he gets himself hurt. How about you sweep him off the streets? I've got my hands tied up at the moment with more important things like defending my FGA World Championship.
Diamond laughs.
Danny Diamond: Chris Bond huh? The guy just got back from injury, I almost feel bad for him. But not really.
Cannon laughs lightly as he straightens his tuxedo.
Johnny Cannon: He's jealous of me. Jealous of us. They all are. But not everyone was meant to be kings. Some of us were meant to sit on the throne, while everyone else was simply meant to watch the throne. So let's do what kings do and give our kingdom something to talk about.
Cannon drapes the FGA World Title over his shoulder, standing triumphantly as the scene fades.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 24, 2016 1:02:34 GMT -5
The New Kings vs. The Next Level The arena goes dark and “The Game” by Motorhead starts to play, sending the crowd into a roaring frenzy. Green and red strobes flash throughout the arena as Ricky Valero and Luke Jackson emerge from the backstage area standing side by side. They stand at the top of the rampway, basking in the crowd’s cheers. The share a few words with one another, a confident look on both their faces, before bumping fists and starting toward the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 392 pounds! They are the team of Ricky Valero and Luke Jackson… THE NEXT LEVEL! Jackson sprints down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and crawling to the center of the ring. Valero, meanwhile, climbs up the steel steps and walks across the apron to the corner. He leaps up to the second turnbuckle and throws a fist in the air. Inside the ring, Jackson steps up onto the bottom rope, then props himself up on the middle rope with his other foot and throws one fist in the air as well. Kris Cruise: Ricky Valero and Luke Jackson were able to come together, put personal difference aside and become World Tag Team Champions. But their reign came to an end at the hands of Status Quo. At Above & Beyond V, The Next Level get their chance to reclaim the gold. Stephy Auger: But that’s going to be easier said than done. Not only do they have to outwrestle Status Quo for the belts, but they have to contend with RubyWay as well. With what I’ve been seeing and hearing out of those two lately, I like their chances more than anybody’s to win that match. "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: And their opponents! Introducing first, now residing out of Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 213 pounds! He is “The Prized Gem”... DANNY DIAMOND! 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. Yellow strobe lights suddenly shine down across the entrance way, whilst the house lights begin to dim down. Slowly, almost in unison with the change in lightning does "Voodoo Child" (Jimi Hendrix" Cover) by Brick + Mortar begin to play. A small ebb of yellow smoke ascends from the ventilators to grace the ramp. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the curtain, only backed by another daintier image. "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" Finally, bursting through the curtain emerges "The British Mamba", Johnny Cannon. The Brit stands before the masses at the apex of the ramp, his face stone cold until a slight grin shines through the cracks. The Londoner surveys the landscape, soaking in the boos and jeers from the lively crowd whilst standing tall in an exquisite two piece tuxedo. With Quinn Goodrich right beside him carrying a NIKE gym bag, Cannon opens his tuxedo, revealing the FGA World Championship underneath. Johnny removes the title from his waist and hands it to Goodrich, who then hoists it into the air. As the gesture garners heat from the crowd, Team Cannon begins their march to ringside. J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by Quinn Goodrich! From London, England! Weighing in at 245 pounds! He is the reigning FGA World Champion… “The British Mamba” JOHNNY CANNON! "well i stand up next to a mountain
and i chop it down with the edge of my hand
well i stand up next to a mountain
and i struck it down with the edge of my hand
cause I'm a voodoo child" Cannon walks hard to the ring, his strut less swaggering and pretentious than usual, now more methodical, whilst Quinn continues to hold the FGA World Championship in the air, mouthing off at the crowd as he does so. Johnny ignores the responses from the crowd, showing complete indifference to them as he slowly marches up the stairs. He casually walks along the apron, wiping his oxfords across it upon reaching the middle, before ducking through the middle and top ropes to enter the ring. With Quinn right behind him, Cannon heads over to the nearest corner, placing his tuxedo across the top rope before ascending the turnbuckle. Once he reaches the top, Goodrich turns his back to him, and raises the FGA World Championship up to the sky whilst Johnny stares out into the arena. "lord knows im a voodoo child
cause im a voodoo child" From there, Johnny slowly climbs down from the corner and turns to the ropes. He hooks his arms back on them before bouncing several times, beginning his mental preparations and prerequisites as Quinn looks on from ringside; Cannon nods his head several times, as his eyes flicker with a hundred different ideas and strategies to carry out in the match. Kris Cruise: The last remaining members of the New Kings, Johnny Cannon and Danny Diamond, return to tag team action. These two men have tasted championship gold. Diamond, a former Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion and Cannon is obviously our current World Champion. But when it comes to tag team competition, I can’t remember them ever winning a match. Stephy Auger: I’m sure you love that fact, don’t you? You hate the New Kings rule the kingdom. You hate that Cannon is our World Champion. So you cling to whatever little fault you can find. You’re right. The New Kings haven’t been successful in that team competition. But that all changes tonight when The New Kings handle these two court jesters. The bell sounds as The New Kings jump The Next Level from behind. Kris Cruise: The New Kings aren’t wasting any time going after The Next Level! Stephy Auger: This is what happens when you take your eyes off of men of their caliber! Valero and Jackson should’ve known better! The crowd continues to boo as Cannon takes Jackson and brings him into one corner. Meanwhile Diamond brings Valero into another. Diamond can be seen pummeling Valero down in the corner with a series of stomps. He follows up by choking Valero while pulling down on the top rope. Across the ring, Cannon can be seen delivering a series of European Uppercuts that send Jackson’s head rocking back and forth. Once Diamond pulls Valero back up to his feet, he looks behind him and calls for Cannon. Cannon then looks behind him and gives Diamond a nod. On cue, the New Kings whip The Next Level towards the center of the ring. But instead of crashing into each other, Valero ducks as Jackson hurdles over him. The crowd cheers as Valero runs into the corner and connects with a corner dropkick on Cannon. Meanwhile, Jackson hits Diamond with a clothesline. He then takes Diamond, brings him out of the corner and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. Back in the ring, Valero brings Cannon from out of the corner before sending him into the ropes. When Cannon returns, Valero knocks him down with a clothesline. Cannon gets back up, but Valero sends him down with another clothesline. Once The British Mamba returns to his feet, the Next Level run over and deliver a double dropkick, sending Cannon fall through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: The Next Level have cleared the ring! As The New Kings slowly return to their feet, the Next Level run into the far ropes. When they return, the crowd cheers as Jackson lunges through the ropes and tackles Cannon down with a clothesline while Valero flattens Diamond with a somersault plancha. Kris Cruise: The New Kings got the jump on The Next Level. But Valero and Jackson have got the Kings reeling, Stephy! Stephy Auger: For now! For now! Jackson picks up Cannon and rolls him back into the ring. He then rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cannon gets his shoulder up. Jackson picks up Cannon, brings him into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around, Jackson delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Jackson into the opposite corner. Cannon charges across the ring and goes for a corner high knee. But Jackson ducks and dumps the champ over the top turnbuckle and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Cannon crashes hard on the floor. Kris Cruise: Once again, The British Mamba has been sent to the floor! Stephy Auger: Try not to sound too excited, Cruise! As Cannon gets up on the floor, Valero runs along the apron, leaps off and connects with a dropkick that sends Cannon flying into the guardrail. Kris Cruise: Cannon’s been knocked down again! Stephy Auger: They’re coming at the champ from right and left! Kris Cruise: He’s the World Champion! He should be used to people coming at him from all angles! Stephy Auger: No one asked for your opinion, Cruise. Just call the action. Cannon can be seen cringing in pain while on the floor. Diamond the heads over to check on Cannon. After helping Cannon back to his feet, the New Kings turn their attention to Jackson, who knocks them both down with a Asai Moonsault. Stephy Auger: Where did he come from!? Kris Cruise: I bet the New Kings are asking the same thing! Jackson picks up Cannon and rolls him back into the ring. Jackson rolls himself back in and goes to make the cover, but he sees Cannon continuing to roll across the ring and out underneath the bottom rope on the other side of the ring. Cannon tries to shake out the cobwebs as Quinn Goodrich goes to give him words of encouragement. But the conversation is cut short as Jackson connects with a baseball slide to the back of Goodrich. The baseball slide knocks Goodrich into Cannon. After their heads smack against each other, Goodrich crumbles to the floor while Cannon stumbles back into the guardrail. After Cannon makes his way off the guardrail, Jackson goes for a vaulting cross body block to the floor. But Cannon leaps up and knees him in the abdomen on the way down. After picking up Jackson off the floor, Cannon takes Jackson and throws him against the guardrail. Stephy Auger: There you go, Mamba! After raining down right hands across the face, Cannon steps back and begins blasting him in the chest with shoot kicks to the chest. Stephy Auger: That’s right, that’s right! Show ‘em who’s the champ! Kris Cruise: … and you call me biased? The thud from each kick echoes throughout the arena. After reaching forward and grasping onto the top of the guardrail with both hands, Cannon lunges forward and nails Jackson with repeatedly knees to the face. Kris Cruise: Cannon’s just laying into Jackson with those knees! Stephy Auger: That cretin had the audacity to besmirch our good King’ name. He put his hands on Cannon and Diamond. Then, to top it off, he kicks Goodrich in the back. Some guy he is! Cannon reaches down, pulls Jackson back up to his feet and slams him face-first onto the apron. After rolling Jackson back into the ring, Cannon pulls Jackson’s upperbody out onto the apron. Cannon then climbs onto the apron and sizes up Jackson before delivering a knee drop. After Jackson rolls back into the ring, Cannon slides back in, pulls him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Jackson gets his shoulder up. Cannon goes over and tags Diamond in. Once Diamond gets in, he puts the boots to Jackson before pulling him back to his feet. He then whips Jackson into the ropes. When Jackson returns, Diamond sets up for a back body drop. Jackson counters with a sunset flip. But Diamond rolls through it. He then goes for a running kick to the face. But Jackson leans out of the way before rolling him up with a school boy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diamond kicks out. After both men scramble to get back to their feet, Jackson nails him with a kick to the midsection. He then performs an arm wrench, drags him over to the Next Level corner and tags Valero in. Valero climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers a diving double foot stomp across Diamond’s arm. He then follows up with three arm wrenches before throwing Diamond down with an arm drag. Valero quickly transitions into an armbar. The ref asks Diamond if he wants to give up. But Diamond refuses. After battling his way back to his feet, he moves Valero back into the New Kings corner. Former there, the ref gives Valero until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Valeor lets go. But as soon as Valero gets his arms in the air, Cannon holds back his arms from behind. The crowd boos as Diamond takes advantage by punching and kicking Valero. The ref gives Cannon until the count of five to let go of Valero. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Cannon lets go. Diamond then lunges forward and chokes Valero with both hands. The ref gives Diamond until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Diamond brings Valero from out of the corner before whipping him into the far ropes. When Valero returns, Diamond throws him down with a Samoan Drop. Diamond then heads into the ropes and goes for a Lionsault. But Valero rolls out of the way. However, Diamond is able to land of his feet. Once Valero gets back to his feet, Diamond runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Valero ducks. But instead of bouncing back off the ropes, Diamond hangs onto them. So Valero runs over to attack. But Diamond ducks and back body drops Valero over the top rope… … but Valero lands safely on the apron. When Diamond turns around, Valero throws out a punch to the face. But Diamond blocks it. He then goes to counter with a punch of his own. But Valero ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Valero goes to follow up with a springboard maneuver, but Diamond dives forward and yanks down on the rope, causing Valero to slip and fall hard onto the apron. After Valero gets back to his feet, Diamond runs into the corner and knocks Valero down with a triangle dropkick. After stepping out onto the apron, Diamond begins waving up Valero. Once Valero gets into position, Diamond knocks him down with a suicide Arabian Press. Stephy Auger: The Next Level aren’t the only ones that can take it to the air! So can The Prized Gem! Diamond picks up Valero, rolls him back into the ring, slides back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero gets his shoulder up. Diamond goes over and tags Cannon back in. Once Cannon gets in, he picks up Valero, whips him into the corner and delivers a running European Uppercut. He then takes Valero, whips him into the opposite corner and follows up with a corner yakuza kick. Cannon takes Valero, whips him back into the previous corner, connects with a corner high knee, throws Valero out of the corner and follows up with a running knee to the face. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero gets his shoulder up. Cannon picks up Valero, lifts him up and delivers a pumphandle neckbreaker. He then circles Valero before delivering stomps to the right bicep, right forearm, right thigh, right shin, left shin, left thigh, left forearm and left bicep. Cannon goes to deliver a jumping stomp to the face. But Valero reaches up and grabs his foot with both hands. While keeping a hold of Cannon’s foot, Valero returns to his feet. He then spins Cannon around. When Cannon comes back, Valero delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex. Kris Cruise: This could be the break that The Next Level needed! After both men return to their feet, Cannon runs over and throws out a rolling elbow. But Valero ducks. When Cannon turns around, he turns into a Pelé Kick from Valero. From Cannon is dazed, Valero heads into the ropes. When he returns, Cannon goes for a bicycle knee strike. But Valero swats the knee down and follows up with a superkick. He then sends Cannon flipping down to the canvas with a step-up enzuigiri. Stephy Auger: Why doesn’t Valero make the tag? Oh, I know, because he’s a hot dog! After both men return to their feet, Cannon runs over and throws out a lariat. But Valero rolls underneath it, dives over and tags Jackson back in. The crowd cheers as Jackson springboards onto the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks Cannon down with a moonsault. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Cannon gets his shoulder up. Jackson picks up Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Jackson into the ropes. When Jackson returns, Cannon throws out a reverse roundhouse kick. But Jackson ducks and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, Cannon throws out a lariat. But again, Jackson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jackson returns, the crowd boos as he gets knocked down by a bicycle knee strike from Cannon. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Jackson gets his shoulder up. Cannon picks up Jackson, moves him into the ropes and delivers a rope-assisted guillotine choke. The ref gives Cannon until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Cannon lets go to run into the far ropes. When Cannon comes back, he knocks Jackson down to the floor with a running big boot. Stephy Auger: Cannon cleaned his clock wit that big boot, huh? While Jackson’s down on the floor, Diamond hops off the apron and goes over to put the boots to him. He then picks up Jackson before whipping him hard into the ring steps. Diamond then picks up Jackson and rolls him back into the ring. Cannon moves the ref out of his way to go over and make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Jackson gets his foot on the bottom rope. Cannon picks up Jackson, slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle and tags Diamond back in. Once Diamond gets in, he delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings Jackson from out of the corner before whipping him into the ropes. When Jackson returns, Diamond doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before delivering a double underhook suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Jackson gets his shoulder up. Diamond goes over and tags Cannon back in. Cannon gets in, picks up Jackson and whips him into the ropes. When Jackson returns, Cannon hoists him in the air and catches him with a shoot kick to the chest on the way down. Cannon follows up with a reverse roundhouse kick to the back of the head, which knocks Jackson down to the canvas. Cannon reaches down, pulls Jackson up onto his knees and unleashes a series of shoot kicks to the chest. He then sizes up Jackson before throwing out a roundhouse kick. But Jackson ducks, leaps up to his feet, kicks Cannon in the midsection and follows up with a DDT. Jackson slowly turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos as Cannon gets his shoulder up. Jackson picks up Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses, sending Jackson into the ropes. When Jackson returns, he knocks Cannon down with a cross body. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cannon gets his shoulder up. Jackson picks up Cannon and goes for an irish whip. But Cannon reverses and sends Jackson into the corner. Cannon charges into the corner. But Jackson counters with a back elbow to the face. He then runs up to the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Cannon runs into the corner to escape… … but Jackson somehow, lands on his feet. Cannon comes from out of the corner and throws out a lariat. But Jackson ducks. When Cannon turns around, Jackson delivers the Legs of Money kicks to the body. After a front kick to the knee drops Cannon down to a knee, Jackson takes off into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers as he knocks Cannon down with the Oakland Drive By. Kris Cruise: Mamba’s down! The British Mamba’s down! Goodrich can be seen frantically slapping the canvas. Meanwhile, Jackson rolls into the corner, crawls over and tags Valero back in. Valero then runs along the apron, climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a diving double foot stomp. But Cannon rolls out of the way. After Valero lands on his feet, his momentum sends him rolling forward. After getting back to his feet and turning around, Cannon turns him inside out with a lariat. The crowd boos as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Valero gets his shoulder up. Cannon picks up Valero and goes for an irish whip. But Valero reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Cannon returns, Valero delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Cannon picks up Cannon and delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckles. After Cannon pulls himself back into the turnbuckle and turns around, Valero knocks him down with a superkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diamond breaks up the pin. Stephy Auger: What a save! Diamond gets up and puts the boots to Valero. But Jackson knocks him down from behind. He picks up Diamond, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. After marching into the corner, Jackson climbs up to the top turnbuckle, flips to the outside and knocks him down with a moonsault. Kris Cruise: Jackson just took out Diamond with that moonsault to the outside! Stephy Auger: Yeah, but it looks like it took something out of him, too! Back in the ring, Valero picks up Cannon and whips him into the ropes. When Cannon returns, Valero sets up for a back body drop. But Cannon stops and counters by kicking Valero square in the face. After the kick stands up Valero, Cannon nails him with a bicycle knee strike. He then follows up with open hand slaps, followed by an elbow strike to the head, followed by a discus forearm. While Valero’s dazed, Cannon turns and heads into the ropes. When Cannon returns, he turns Valero inside out with a single leg dropkick. The crowd continues to boo as Cannon picks up Valero, lifts him up and plants him with a Cannon Driver. Stephy Auger: Good, Pretty Ricky! ONE! . Jackson goes to slide back into the ring.. . TWO! . Diamond grabs onto Jackson’s leg… . THREE! "Voodoo Child(Jimi Hendrix" Cover)" blares throughout the arena to an eruption of boos. J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, JOHNNY CANNON and DANNY DIAMOND! Cannon makes his way to the outside, where he’s greeted by both Goodrich and Diamond. The trio then raise their arm in unison to another eruption of boos. Back in the ring, Jackson shakes his head before turning to check on his partner. Stephy Auger: Go ahead. Mock our Kings now, Cruise! Kris Cruise: … The New Kings pick up the win. But you... Stephy Auger: No, I don’t have to do anything but recognize The New Kings for their greatness! I don’t want to hear about how The Next Level “almost” won. The fact is that they didn’t win! Just like they didn’t win at All-Star Showdown V! Just like Valero helped his team lose two weeks ago! [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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