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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:32:27 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:37:38 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 
Matthews Arena
Boston, MAThe 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 sending the crowd into an uproar. 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 the FGA World and Tag Team Champion, Cordelia Stevenson emerges from the mist, bouncing to the music with a wide smile. She comes to a stop atop the walkway, glancing around and taking in the reception as she slips the hood from her head. She rolls her neck around before bowing 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 as she hoists her titles into the air. She continues on down the ramp, working from side to side with a huge 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 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 raises her titles once again, drawing yet another reaction from the crowd. Finally she hops down and unzips her hoodie as she paces around the ring, the surge and rush from the crowd’s energy making her antsy. She motions for a microphone so that she can address the public. Cordelia Stevenson: I guess Boss Town is really rocking with your girl huh? I must say… I’m really feeling the love right now guys. Thank you. She says humbly, giving the crowd a gracious nod. Her uproarious reaction almost enough to cause her to blush. Cordelia Stevenson: Thank each and every one of you for real. Whether you were one of my day ones, or whether or not you just showed up to the party, just know that I appreciate each and every one of you. Especially if you stood by me every step of the way on my quest for this… She adds, tapping the FGA World Championship on her shoulder. Cordelia Stevenson: It wasn’t easy. The road was difficult. It was full of heartache, full of letdowns, full of disappointing moments. Yet you guys never gave up hope. You always believed and that counts for something. That goes a long way with someone like me, you just have no idea. And the 5th Anniversary show? That moment was just as much yours as it was mine, and you know that it didn’t happen overnight. Yet some people just love to act as if it did. As if I didn’t go to hell and back to earn the right to stand here in front of you as your champion. She shrugs. Cordelia Stevenson: Oh, you didn’t know? Cordelia Stevenson is the chosen one! She mockingly declares with a roll of her eyes. Cordelia Stevenson: Nevermind the fact that fifteen other competitors had the same opportunity that I had. Nevermind the fact, that I had to go through a Noelle Smith… The crowd pops at the mentioning of the former Mid Atlantic Champion. Cordelia Stevenson: A Johnny Karma… The crowd lets out an even bigger roar for the former 2x Pride Champion… Cordelia Stevenson: A Dan Herrera… The mentioning of her own Tag Partner and fellow Status Quo member draws another round of cheers. Cordelia Stevenson: Nevermind the fact, that I had to go through the greatest Mid-Atlantic Champion that this company has ever seen in Izzy Anders… That name doesn’t quite go over as well as the others did as a chorus of boos can now be heard. Cordelia can’t help but to make a face like yikes. Cordelia Stevenson: … or that I had to permanently end the shine of the self proclaimed “Last Star” of FGA to get this. Apparently none of that matters, because I… am the chosen one. She contemplates this for a second, placing her hand under her chin and feigning deep thought. Cordelia Stevenson: Maaannn look, if I am. I am. And if I am… I’m just lowkey offended it took them so damn long to make the pick! She jokes, clearly amused by the idea. Cordelia Stevenson: People can say whatever they want. They can believe whatever they’d like. They can alter reality with any twisted visions they can conjure up, but the one thing they can never change, is what happened at the Fifth Anniversary Show; and the one thing they can’t take away from me… is this. With that said, she lifts the FGA World title high above her head. Cordelia Stevenson: I’m not here to usher in a new era. I’m not here to burn the company down to the ground or lead some sort of crazy unnecessary and pointless revolution. I’m here to do what I’ve always done guys, and that is compete. I just want to be someone that you can be finally proud of, because God knows Zero wasn’t it. Johnny Cannon wasn’t it. Tony Carmine damn sure wouldn’t have been it. I’m here to show the world that this isn’t a fluke. That this is very very real, Because I’m living proof that dreams do come true, but you know what? I’m living in a world where everyone’s ultimate goal now… is to take my dream away. She shakes her head vehemently. Cordelia Stevenson: I can’t let that happen. I won’t. Not without a fight. But of course that never needed to be said, because you already know what I’m about and what I’ve been bout. That doesn’t change. It probably never will. That’s just who I am. A scrapper who is willing to fight for hers to the very end, and these right here? She points to the World and Tag title. Cordelia Stevenson: Are things that I damn sure am willing to fight for. You know there’s just been so much talk lately and everyone is wondering where do I go from here. Truth be told, the field is wide open and everyone is in perfect form, ready to shoot their shot. Don’t I know it. Everyone is tossing their names into the mix, and believe me I hear you all loud and clear. Your words aren’t falling on deaf ears, I’m making a mental note of it all. People keep asking me who do I want it to be; who I feel should get the first opportunity at this title. They bring up names like Johnny Cannon… A chorus of jeers accompany the name. Cordelia Stevenson: ... the man who lost the FGA World Championship without ever having been submitted or pinned to the mat for the 1...2….3. A man who has been nothing but vocal about his displeasure of not being gifted the World title on a silver platter once Zero decided that FGA airwaves were no longer fit for his pollution anymore. A man who feels he has the rightful claim to what is in my possession and a man hell bent on making sure his intentions are made known just as loud and clear as the sound of his goddamn whining and crying. She shakes her head. Cordelia Stevenson: Or they mention someone like… Dom Harter; a former, what? 2 time FGA Champion? And the only person that can say they’ve defeated Cordelia Stevenson one on one this year. Certainly that puts him in the picture, right? She shrugs, totally understanding why the argument could be made. Cordelia Stevenson: Or they mention a name, I’ve heard far too often during my time in this company. She smirks, her eyes narrowing a bit. Cordelia Stevenson: Chandler Scott. The crowd erupts at the mentioning of the Massachusetts native and the possibility of another match between the two competitors. Truth be told, Cordelia expected as much. Cordelia Stevenson: At this point, I think his name will always be synonymous with mine after what we went through last year. But I always said that one day we’d cross paths again and after the last Vertigo, old Scotty had quite a few words for yours truly. Chandler knows me. He knows that last year still hangs in the back of my mind. But Chandler also needs to understand that the woman standing here right now ain’t the same damn woman that he stepped in the ring with at All Star Showdown. Nah, just ask Izzy about the 2016 Cordelia Stevenson bruh. You don’t want those problems. The warning is clear, but deep down she already knows that Chandler won’t take heed in it. She doesn’t expect him to. Cordelia Stevenson: Name after name gets thrown my way, but my answer never changes. I have no preference. It doesn’t matter who ends up in front of me because I’ll be ready to fight regardless. I fear no man or woman and I run from no challenge. Running didn’t get me here, and running damn sure won’t be the reason I’ll stay. This spot wasn’t handed to me. This spot was something I gave my all and fought for and I will do the very same to keep it no matter who may cross my path. And unfortunately tonight, Savannah Taylor is the one who has that privilege. The revisionist. The… storyteller. Cordelia chuckles. Cordelia Stevenson: So funny that you cry over what happened out west when you were one of the oppressors. You weren’t a victim. If I recall, you… Furor… G&M… you did a lot of the victimizing. But if you really want to be a victim, well I can grant you your wish tonight. You tell an amazing story and paint such a vivid picture with your words, but let’s just see how well that fire translates into the ring. You see, you’re banking on me overlooking you but luck just isn’t on your side in that regard. I’m telling you right now that I’ve got you and nothing but you in my sights baby girl and tonight we’ll author a new story for you to recite. I don’t care whether you love me, like me, hate me, or despise me… my job is just to make sure that you don’t... beat me. And tonight I plan on handling my business. Do you? I hope you’re on your A game Savannah because I’ll definitely be on mine and regardless of how you feel about me, the one thing you and everyone else will do in the end…. Is respect me. She takes a deep breath and zeroes in on the camera with a radiant smile. Cordelia Stevenson: Get familiar, sweetheart. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:38:30 GMT -5
Dan Herrera vs. Jaxson Blade ...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. He gives a head nod to the fans and then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on him. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Corpus Christi, Texas! Weighing in at 200 pounds... DAN HERRERA! My knuckles have turned to white There's no turning back tonight Kiss me one last time As Dan makes his way to the ring, he slaps hands with the fans on either side of the entrance way. As he gets to the ring, he walks up the stairs and swings around the ring post to enter through the middle ropes. Herrera poses on the middle rope as his music begins to die down. Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera hasn’t had the best luck recently, having lost to Cordy Stevenson and Savannah Taylor. But he’ll be looking to turn that around tonight. Stephy Auger: Lets hope he does better than his girlfriend Peaches did in 3GW last night. Of course she’s not here tonight as she’ll be competing in 3GW’s Red Carpet Rumble later tonight, live on AxxessNet. The riffs begin as smoke fills the entrance way as the song starts he bursts through the curtain wearing a black zip up hoodie with the hood up. He begins singing the chorus with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring slapping hands along the way he jumps up on to the apron. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Weighing in at 180 pounds... JAXSON BLADE! He steps on the second rope and then the top and screams this means war as he jumps down in to the ring. He walks over to a corner taking off the hoodie he puts in a mouth guard as he begins stretching. Kris Cruise: Jaxson Blade got a win over Armageddon in his FGA debut last month, but since then has found himself on a losing streak. Can he turn it around tonight? Stephy Auger: If there’s anyone he can beat, it’s Dan Herrera! The bell sounds to start the match as Blade turns around from his position in the corner, straight into a spear from Dan Herrera! The crowd cheer loudly as Herrera nearly tears his opponent in half; The Boss stands back up and roars with excitement, eliciting another cheer from the crowd. Kris Cruise: What a start for Herrera! Herrera brings his opponent up by the wrist and he backs Jaxson against the ropes. A few chops to the chest connect, each one drawing a “whoo” from the crowd before an Irish whip ensues. Blade is sent across the ring, and he runs right into a back body drop! Blade hits the mat and bounces back to an upright position, clutching his back in pain. He staggers towards his opponent, and Dan takes him down with a belly to belly suplex. But Dan keeps his grip locked in, and he deadlifts Jaxson back to his feet. Another belly to belly follows, and Jaxson is quick to try and roll out of the ring to escape. Stephy Auger: There he goes, lulling Dan Herrera into his trap. Kris Cruise: I’m not sure that’s what’s happening here. Blade is holding his back as he staggers away from the ring, but Dan is quickly on the trail. Herrera steps out through the ropes to give chase, catching Blade from behind with a clubbing blow. Jaxson stumbles away again, only for Dan to scoop him up for a double leg slam – right onto the edge of the apron! Dan lifts his opponent back to a vertical base and rolls him into the ring, before sliding in after him. Herrera stands over the aching Jaxson Blade, soaking in the crowd’s cheers as he lifts Jaxson up in a rear waistlock. He turns his opponent around and lands a hard right hand, sending Blade back towards the corner. Another hard right hand follows, and Blade finds himself backed against the turnbuckles. He gets hoisted up effortlessly, so he’s perched on the top rope, as Dan raises one arm. He draws another cheer from the crowd, before grabbing Jaxson Blade off the top rope and parading around the ring with him on his shoulders. Kris Cruise: Looks like Jaxson Blade is about to be handed his walking papers. Indeed, the muscle buster drives him into the mat, and Dan quickly covers with a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, DAN HERRERA! Stephy Auger: He made short work of Jaxson Blade here tonight. Kris Cruise: That’s one way to bounce back from those tough defeats, but Dan absolutely decimated Jaxson Blade tonight. Now to find out if he accepts Chandler’s challenge from the last Vertigo. The referee raises Dan’s arm to help him celebrate his win as the crowd continue cheering. |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:41:15 GMT -5
Dan is now standing in the middle of the ring after calling for a microphone from the ring announcer after Jaxson Blade has begun walking back to the back. Dan signals for the men in the back to cut the music.)
Dan Herrera: Hold up, turn that off for a second.
Dan paces for a second as the music cuts out and the crowd’s cheers begin to die down.
Dan Herrera: I’ve got something to say. It involves someone I’d thought had put the past behind us and let it go. But apparently, I was wrong. Let’s talk about Chandler Scott shall we?
The crowd cheers knowing about the interview that Scott had given on the latest Afterburn.
Dan Herrera: First off, I appreciate your compliments on my resilience. What kind of wrestler would ever make it in this business with thin skin? I’ll tell you who. The revolving door of dark match and one and done wrestlers that seem to walk through that curtain week in and week out. But that ain’t me. I’ve been in this business a long time. Maybe not always on these sides of the ropes, but I know how this business works. Rome wasn’t built in a night. And going from an owner to a wrestler isn’t the easy path that many choose. In fact, it’s the opposite. I’ve seen wrestlers turned owners my whole time in wrestling. But me? I’m doing something that most have never done. And despite set backs, I do pretty damn well for myself. And I will keep doing that until I’ve won my first singles FGA championship. But it’s funny how you mention failure.
Dan taps on his Tag Team Championship that is draped over his shoulder.
Dan Herrera: You mentioned me getting the short end of the stick in my last three big matches. And while there have been some big matches in my career. My last few big matches have not ended with me pinned. I wouldn’t be wearing this title on my shoulder if things were the way you say they are. In fact, I’ve been pretty damn successful in big matches lately. So whatever you’re referring to, you’re wrong.
Dan clears his throat before continuing.
Dan Herrera: Now you did make mention of my banner year. For that, I don’t believe you to be completely out of touch. But you then went on to speak about Cordelia outshining me and leaving me out in the cold. She beat me in this ring. She won the World Championship. She deserves to get the spotlight. And I’m happy to give it to her. That’s my tag partner and I’m happy for her. But left in the cold? Nah. It’s pretty damn nice right here where I am. Tag Team Champion.
Dan leans over dragging his finger across the mat, mocking as if he’s drawing a line on the ground.
Dan Herrera: Now, you laid out a challenge. You drew the line in the sand. You didn’t do this because you think I’d not accept. You want me to. And that’s good. As you said, I fancy myself a damn good dancer.
Dan walks over his fake line on the mat.
Dan Herrera: Well you’re right. Me and you are due another fight. And it’s about time it happened. And since we’re both free, I’m sure as hell not going to say no. Now, I want you to know that despite our past I expect this to be a great fight. Something that the fans can look forward to. I don’t think you’re the type to ruin something with petty interference or outside objects to get yourself over. That’s the exact type of fight I look for. One on one, with all the skill on the table. Let’s see who the better man is at this point in time, leaving all match history in the past and testing our mettle as it stands today. You guys okay with that?
The fans let out a thunderous cheer as Dan puts his hands out encouraging the crowd.
Dan Herrera: That’s what I thought. I accept Chandler. At Final Frontier, I’ll take your challenge. But let me make this abundantly clear. I don’t play second fiddle. I’m no one’s chauffeur. I don’t fetch coffee or pick up sandwiches. Me and Cordy are 1A and 1B of our tag team. There is no sidekick. You want to keep discounting me like you did, you’re in for a huge wake up call. When we get to that ring, I’ll show you who’s the boss. And if you’re not up to the task… I’ll be handing you your walking papers.
Dan begins to put the microphone down before bringing it back up to his lips.
Dan Herrera: Thank you, That is All.
The crowd cheers as Dan accepts the invitation that Chandler put out only a few short weeks ago. Dan waves to the crowd one last time as “Dangerous Business since 1979” begins blaring on the speakers again and Dan makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:46:28 GMT -5
We come back from commercials and go backstage to find a tan, muscular man with dark hair standing before us. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans and has his hands clasped together in front of him with a wide, toothy smile on his face. He gives the camera a nod as a sort of greeting and begins to speak in a cool, calm voice.
“Please allow me a moment to introduce myself. My name is Blake Rogers and as of last week, I am now a part of the FGA locker room.”
He snickers briefly and raises his arms up to fold them over his chest as he glares into the camera.
“Now, I know that most people in this business today would take this opportunity to make a first impression and totally squander it by spewing off a bunch of phony catchphrases or maybe they’d give you a laundry list of people they’re related to, hoping that you’d be magically blown away by that. But that’s not me.”
He pauses to shake his head in silence a few times before tilting it back a bit.
“I don’t need fancy catchphrases to turn some heads and I don’t need to ride off of anyone else’s name or coat tails for people to give a damn about me. I’m not a second generation or third generation star and I don’t have a family tree that forks off across the business. What I am, however, is the opposite of all of that. You see……..”
He lowers his arms to place a hand on his left hip as he gives the camera a crooked smile with an arched eyebrow.
“Some people need the name of their family to get by. I don’t. Some people need the simplistic idiocy of repeating the same two or three sentences over and over and over to define who they are, but I don’t. I don’t need mottos, I don’t need any bells or whistles. When I walk down to the ring, you won’t hear any music blasting over the sound system. Each time you see me, I won’t be wearing any bright or flamboyant colors. Who I am is defined by what I do in that ring.”
He goes silent for a few moments to give the camera a few nods before he speaks again, locking his eyes on it as he does so.
“I’m not a cartoon character. I’m not some stunt man or acrobat. I’m a professional wrestler and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m a good one at that. But don’t just take my word for it, because the next time you see me I’m going to be inside of that ring against one of FGA’s best and brightest stars. In that moment, against whoever it may be, I’ll be able to not just tell you what I can do, but I’ll be able to show you. I’ll be able to show the world how skilled I am and how dangerous I can be. Because I may be called ‘The Minimalist’, but don’t let that name fool you.”
He gives us one final nod before flashing a toothy smile at us just one more time.
“Anyone unlucky enough to be in the ring against me is in for maximum pain and maximum misery. But again, don’t just take my words for it, FGA. Everyone will be finding out all about it once I step into that ring and do what I do best. Until then, just count your lucky stars and hope it’s not you that gets thrown in there with me first.”
And with that, we go back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:48:49 GMT -5
The Elysian Empire vs. 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
J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 462 pounds … JASON MARX! CHRIS TRYON! THE USUAL SUSPECTS! Both men are donning 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 few weeks ago The Usual Suspects defeated The Elysian Empire in tag team action. They’ve also staked a claim at the FGA World Tag Team Championships, as they look to become two-time champions. Stephy Auger: As well as taking out the trash that is Cordy, Dom, and Karma. They’re being pulled in all directions, but they still manage to be one of the most dominant tag teams around today. “Adrenaline” by Nine Lashes sounds out from the speakers and the fans excitedly jump to their feet. The lights begin to flicker as the opening guitar rift sounds out. The Elysian Empire make their way from the behind the curtain led by Effie Elysian. Emery and Elon bump fist as Effie presents them to the cheering crowd. They flex their muscles to the crowd before making their way down the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 495 pounds … ELON & EMERY ELYSIAN! THE ELYSIAN EMPIRE! Both members of The Elysian Empire slide into the ring, and are immediately attacked by The Usual Suspects! The veteran tag team stomping at their opponents as the referee calls for the bell. Kris Cruise: Looks like this one is underway, Stephy. The Elysian Empire are looking to avdnge that debut loss, but this isn’t the way they’d want to start. The bell sounds to start the match as The Usual Suspects continue stomping at Elon and Emery. Marx leans on the top rope for leverage as he kicks Emery out of the ring, leaving Elon alone with the Suspects. The rookie member of the Elysian Empire is dragged back to his feet and shoved into the corner, where Tryon and Marx both begin to stomp a mudhole in his midsection. The referee tries to intervene, but Tryon scares him off. The Suspects bring Elon back to his feet and perform a double suplex on him, slamming him right back down to the mat before Tryon leaves the ring. Elon pushes himself up to all fours, but Jason Marx stands over him and delivers several clubbing forearms to either side of the head before he runs against the ropes. Marx returns with a driving elbow to the back of the head, and he rolls Elon over to make the cover. ONE! . . Kickout! Marx drags his opponent to the corner and makes the tag out to Chris Tryon, before The Usual Suspects double team Elon again. Marx applies a front facelock and raises the arm as Tryon comes in with a boot to the ribs. Elon then finds himself on the receiving end of several knife edge chops to the chest, each one backing him closer towards the ropes. An Irish whip ensues, and Tryon catches his opponent with a picture perfect standing dropkick! And the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Elon kicks out! Kris Cruise: The Usual Suspects dominating in the early going here, do you think they can keep this up? Stephy Auger: Think so? I know so, Cruise. There’s a reason why they’re the next FGA World Tag Team Champions, and if I were Status Quo I’d be paying attention to this match. Tryon drags his opponent back to the corner and makes the tag out to Marx, before throwing Elon into the corner. Again, they double team him, stomping a mudhole in Elon Elysian before Tryon gets ejected from the ring. Marx brings his opponent out of the corner and delivers a short arms clothesline that sends Elon crashing to the mat. The crowd booing all the while, as Emery Elysian is forced to watch his younger brother get worked over on the far side of the ring. Marx brings Elon back to his feet once again, but Elysian shows some signs of life as he pushes the arms away and fires off some right hands. The crowd begin cheering as Elon fires off a stiff right hook, staggering Marx where he stands, before Elon sets off against the ropes. But he gets caught by an inverted atomic drop upon his return, and Marx drops him with a fisherman suplex, bridged for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Emery makes the save! The referee is forced to intervene, backing Emery away as Marx gets up in his opponent’s face. So, with the official’s back turned, Tryon enters the ring to stomp at Elon Elysian. Stephy Auger: Emery just couldn’t help himself, and now his younger brother is paying the price for it. Kris Cruise: The Usual Suspects bending the rules like they usually do. Tryon beats a hasty retreat as the referee turns back around. But Marx makes the tag out to his partner, who lifts Elon back to a vertical base. Elon is pushed against the ropes, arms spread, as Tryon chops the chest. With theatrics. So many theatrics. The crowd continue booing until Tryon goes for the Irish whip, but Elon reverses, sending the Suspect across the ring. Only to see him return with a tilt-a-whirl armdrag! But Elon gets back to his feet as Tryon catches him with a dropkick. With his opponent down, Tryon springboards off the middle rope with an asai moonsault – NO! Elon gets the knees up, driving them into the midsection of Chris Tryon! Kris Cruise: There’s the opening! Can Elon Elysian make the tag out to his older brother here? Stephy Auger: He needs to if they’re going to stand a chance. Rother is pounding the mat furiously as he yells at Tryon to get up. The former tag champion does so, and in between Elon and his corner; the two legal men trade blows back and forth, but Tryon rakes the eyes! He runs against the ropes and comes back with a crossbody block – NO! Elon catches him! Elysian drops his opponent across the knee with a ribbreaker, before tossing him overhead with a fallawy slam! And Elon gratefully makes the tag out to Emery! Kris Cruise: Here he comes! Emery Elysian enters the ring, followed close behind by Jason Marx. But the Elysian brother knocks Tryon down with a running forearm smash, before he ducks under Marx’s clothesline. A spinning back kick catches Marx in the midsection, doubling him over for the running knee lift that follows. Tryon is back on his feet as he lashes out with a roundhouse kick, which Emery ducks and counters with a back suplex! Emery stands back up and poses for the cheering fans, before he notices Rother up on the apron. That’s solved when Emery charges across and knocks the manager down with a forearm smash, but the distraction was enough for Marx to recover somewhat, and catch Emery with a German suplex! Stephy Auger: And there he goes! Emery let his pride get the better of him, and Jason Marx made him pay. Marx throws his partner on top for the cover. ONE! . . Kickout! Emery and Tryon both scramble to get back to their feet, but it’s Emery who strikes first. The big man lands several hard right hands, rocking Tryon where he stands, before doubling him over with a toe kick. A snap suplex follows, and Emery makes the tag back out to Elon. The Elysian Empire work together, performing a rolling leg scissor slam, and Elon makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Marx makes the save! And he keeps stomping until the referee intervenes, before Emery Elysian comes storming across the ring. He and Marx begin brawling, lefts and rights being thrown by each man as, on the other side of the ring, Elon and Tryon get back to their feet. Elon catches his opponent with a boot to the gut before a double underhook suplex takes Tryon down. But Elon brings him right back up, hoists Tryon up onto his shoulder, and charges into the corner! Emery gets out of the way in time, but Marx can’t avoid the impact as his tag team partner is sent crashing into him. The Usual Suspects are seemingly stuck in the corner as Emery Elysian Irish whips his brother across the ring, so he hits them both with a running clothesline! He moves out of the way, though, as Emery charges in with a corner splash! Marx collapses to the mat as Tryon staggers out, right into a back suplex/neckbreaker combo! Elon covers with a hook of the leg! ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Kris Cruise: How did he kick out of that?! Stephy Auger: There’s that resilience, Cruise. Tremendous resilience from Chris Tryon, and he’s showing why The Usual Suspects are a force to be reckoned with. Elon sits up in shock, but the referee assures him it was only a two count. Undeterred, he brings his opponent back to his feet and sends Tryon to the nearest corner with an Irish whip. Elon charges in after him, but Tryon ducks out through the ropes, causing Elon to hit his head on the steel ring post after over shooting the splash! He staggers away in a daze as Tryon steadies himself on the apron, before leaping into the ring with a slingshot DDT! He crawls across and covers. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOOOO! Emery makes the save, and Jason Marx enters the ring right after to tackle Emery down with a double leg takedown. The two men trade blows again as they roll right out under the bottom rope, drawing Rother’s attention. The referee is trying to focus between that and watching as Chris Tryon slowly but surely heads to the top rope… Stephy Auger: What’s he doing out here? She asks as the crowd turn their attention to the entranceway, where Dom Harter is standing on the stage. Even Tryon turns to look around as he tells Harter, in no uncertain terms, where to go. Kris Cruise: We know there’s no love lost between those two men. Their rivalry from 2013 having recently been restarted. Stephy Auger: That doesn’t explain why that rat, Dom Harter, has decided to stick his nose in the Suspects’ business tonight! The two of them, Harter and Tryon, are jawjacking at one another. So much so, that Tryon doesn’t even notice Elon Elysian getting back to his feet. He climbs to the middle ripe and grabs Tryon, performing a super Olympic slam! The ring shakes on impact, and Elon slowly crawls across, hooking a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, THE ELYSIAN EMPIRE! “Adrenaline” starts playing again as the referee helps Elon Elysian back to his feet. His brother rolls back into the ring to celebrate, leaving Rother and Marx to look on dumbfounded from the outside. At the top of the ramp, Harter is no longer anywhere to be seen, as the Elysian Empire celebrate their victory. Kris Cruise: Give the assist to Dom Harter, but The Elysian Empire have avenged their debut loss here tonight. Stephy Auger: How is that fair, Cruise? Harter just screwed The Usual Suspects! That’s a tainted win at best. |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:51:15 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage as we see an unfamiliar face as the camera zooms in we can see he is closely watching the show studying it almost. He notices the camera as he breaks his focus from the show turning it towards the camera. His eyes focus in as he calmly begins to speak to the camera. "Frontier Grappling Arts, let me introduce myself. My name is Ian Cross and I am the newest signee to the promotion and I am here for one reason and one reason only: to be champion. I am not going to be one of these guys that is here to blow smoke up your ass or feed you lines what you see is what you get. I come from London England, which means I know the ins and outs of this sport. Yes I said sport like the back of my hand. I am first and foremost a fan so believe me when I say I know how you all feel you’re sick and tired of having the word entertainment shoved down your throat. I am here to show this entire industry that you can make it purely on skill alone and not some over the top cartoonish gimmick. I will see you all soon the era of British Strong Style has arrived here in FGA." [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 21:52:58 GMT -5
We fade into the backstage area where we see an elderly woman seated in front of a potted plant, trimming it finely with a pair of small scissors while Evan Envi watches intently in the background.
Evan Envi: Don’t oversnip.
The lady turns toward Envi, giving him an annoyed look.
Flower Lady: I’m a professional.
Envi throws up his hands, giving her a confused look.
Evan Envi: I don’t know what that means. I just need you to not oversnip my plants. Do you know what tonight IS, Florence?
Flower Lady: My name is not--
Evan Envi: TONIGHT is the debut of the Green Room starring Evan Envi! It’s my own personal talk show and do you know who my very first special guest is?
Flower Lady: I… I’m just here to trim the plants.
Evan Envi: Me. The first guest is the number one contender to the FGA Pride Championship, yours freakin’ truly, EVAN ENVI. And please, try to contain your excitement until after you’re done snipping.
Envi nods, satisfied as the flower lady finally lowers her tools. However, as she rises, the room is suddenly plunged into darkness!
Evan Envi: Florence, what the heck is going on here?!
Shuffling can be heard, as if all of the chairs in the room are being roughly slid across the floor at the same time. Envi audibly groans in frustration.
Evan Envi: HEY!
After a few more seconds of the noise, there is sudden silence. The lights flash back on as Envi has groped his way along the wall to the lightswitch. Angrily, he looks around the room.
Evan Envi: Florence! Where the heck did you go? Flor-- OOOHHH NOOOO!
Envi looks across the room in horror. The camera swings over to where Envi is looking, revealing the potted plant, horribly slashed and cut to pieces! Envi sinks to his knees in front of it, his face changing from shock to horror to sadness… to anger. He pushes himself to his feet.
Evan Envi: IS NO ONE TO BE TRUSTED?!
Angrily, Envi turns and storms out of his locker-room… though he hesitates at the doorway, nervously looking both ways before storming off down the corridor. The camera pans back over to the destroyed plant as we fade away.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:11:21 GMT -5
LJ Summers vs. Julian Tijerina
With the fans in the arena awaiting the next bit of action live from FGA, it doesn't take long until the lights darken, and the local fans are left in darkness for some moments. A really familiar guitar riff kicks in on the PA system, and the riff keeps going, soon joined by a low humdrum of voices all trying to hum to the beat. The humdrum gets louder, the riff kicking up another notch or two as well, until about thirty seconds the drums kick in as well. THUNDER!
THUNDER! This continues for a few more moments, the beat of 'Thunderstruck' by ACDC echoing throughout the arena, until the gravelly voice of Brian Johnson kicks in. The fans keep watching closely, waiting to see who will be arriving. A heavier drum beat kicks in, and then the noise dies down slightly and Johnson's voice manages to speak out again. YOU'VE BEEN.... Theres a moments pause, during which the drums kick into high gear and the bass hits. A loud crackling thunder is heard throughout the arena as well, as Johnson's voice screams out. THUNDER STRUCK! A big burst of stage flows over the stage, slowly thickening even as Thunderstruck keeps playing. After another 30 seconds or so, with the smoke still swirling around the stage, some more Thunder can be heard crackling throughout the arena, and through the smoke, as the music hits high gear walks LJ Summers. LJ slowly turns to hold his back to the crowd, arms spread wide and showing off his flag, and then slowly lowering his hand to point to the back where Skyla LaLo steps out to follow him! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia! Weighing in at 284 pounds. Accompanied by Skyla LaLo, he is The ANZAC Warrior, L....J....SUMMERS!! As he reaches the ring Summers stops at the ring steps, allowing Skyla to strip off his cape and then he climbs up and into the ring, ready for battle. Stephy Auger: There he is, Cruise, the Oceanic Suplex Machine himself, LJ Summers. Ready to continue his winning ways here in FGA,. Kris Cruise: He has been impressive since debuting. I've heard that LJ Summers doesn't just want to be the Best Big Man in FGA, but he wants to the Best Big Men in all of wrestling. The lights go out. A few seconds later, Maria comes out with a microphone in hand, bathed in a lone spotlight her beauty deserves. She introduces Julian Tijerrrrrrrina! "Senbonzakura" (violin cover) by Lindsey Stirling plays, the lights go back on, and Julian comes out, bathed in purple and pink spotlight and holding a purple rose, which he smells. He pivots slowly for the benefit of the crowd. Meeting on the ramp, Julian surrenders his rose to Maria before gracefully leading her to the ring, occasionally high-fiving fans along the way. Julian helps Maria climb up the apron, holding her hand as she walks up the steel steps, and in turn Maria helps Julian climb into the ring, sitting on the rope to make room for him. Once inside the ring, Julian spins on his toes with both arms stretched to either side and his head towards the ceiling. He stops and slowly, almost dramatically, removes his mask and shows his own grin, a more attractive version of the mask's. In one fluid motion, Julian takes off the poncho, and ends up with both arms once again stretched to either side, one hand holding his mask while the other holding the poncho. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Extremadura, Spain! Weighing in at 180 pounds … JULIAN TIJERINA! Surrendering the mask and the poncho to Maria, the pair kiss before Julian climbs the turnbuckle and again stretches both arms to either side before applauding the fans, randomly waving and pointing at people, blowing kisses at cute girls, and occasionally winking. Finally, he goes back down, helps Maria out of the ring by sitting on the middle rope, stretches with the ropes' help, and waits for things to get underway. Kris Cruise: A tough loss on the last Vertigo for The Venomous Virtuoso, against Erin Gordon – who we’ll see in action later tonight. But he’ll be looking to bounce back tonight. Stephy Auger: That’s a mountain to climb. And such a handsome mountain too… The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors emerge from their corners. The fans here in Boston can’t seem to decide who to cheer for as LJ and Julian lock up collar and elbow. It doesn’t take long for Summers to back his opponent into a corner, and the referee calls for an intervention. LJ breaks before the five count, only to deliver some stiff chops to the chest. He switches things up a bit and throws some European uppercuts, before scooping Tijerina up for a body slam. Summers covers with a lateral press. ONE! . . Kickout! Tijerina scrambles to get back to his feet as Summers grabs him by the head, but the Venomous Virtuoso sweeps the legs out from under him. Both competitors hurry back to their vertical bases as Summers lunges forward with a clothesline, which Julian ducks with ease. He counters with a mule kick, doubling the Australian over. Julian lashes out with a shoot kick to the left leg, then one to the right leg, before he rears back and shoots off a superkick – NO! Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina going for Rompiendo El Hielo early on, but that superkick didn’t find its mark. LJ ducks under the superkick and comes up the other side of the Venomous Virtuoso, as he catches Julian with a back elbow to the face. Summers runs against the ropes, coming back with a thunderous lariat that sends Julian flying ass over teakettle! And another cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Julian Tijerina gets the shoulder up again. LJ shakes his head in disappointment, but sits his opponent up regardless. A rear chinlock is applied as Summers tries to wear his opponent down. But after ten seconds, Tijerina is beginning to fight his way up to a vertical base. He fires off a couple of elbows to the midsection, weakening LJ’s grip as Tijerina somehow manages to push his opponent away and against the ropes. Summers comes back with a clothesline, but Julian ducks under the arm and counters with a Pele kick! Stephy Auger: The first signs of life from Julian Tijerina there. Kris Cruise: But what a kick! I felt that one from here. Summers falls to one knee, but quickly picks himself up as Julian springboards off the middle rope for a springboard roundhouse kick! That one knocks LJ down, and Tijerina is slow to make the cover. ONE! . . Kickout! Julian kneels there for a moment, shaking hi head in dismay before he stands and stomps at his opponent. He brings LJ back to a vertical base and pushes the Australian back into a corner, whereupon he unleashes some shoot kicks to the chest. Julian goes for the Irish whip – NO! It’s reversed and LJ sends his opponent from pillar to post, before following him in – NO! Julian gets the boot up to stop the charging Australian in his tracks! That’s followed by a reverse STO into the middle turnbuckle! Kris Cruise: Gunk Shot connects! LJ crawls away, his head hanging over the middle rope as Tijerina readies himself, before leaping over the ropes for a slingshot guillotine legdrop to the back of the head! The ANZAC Warrior collapses back into the ring, clutching at his throat as Julian climbs up onto the apron, performing a tope to re-enter the ring, and he makes a cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kickout! Stephy Auger: It’ll take more than that to put a hunk like LJ Summers away, Cruise. Kris Cruise: You’re–hey, some objectivity, please. Tijerina marches around the ring, encouraging the fans to clap along in rhythm. At ringside, Maria is pounding on the mat to try and support her man, as he brings LJ back to his feet. Tijerina fires off some stiff shoot kicks to the chest before he Irish whips LJ towards the corner. He follows him in, but The Oceanic Suplex Machine surprises him! LJ pops out of the corner to catch the approaching Julian Tijerina with an overhead belly to belly suplex, right into the turnbuckles! Maria goes silent as she watches her man slump head and shoulders first down to the mat, and it’s Skyla’s turn to cheer as she tries to encourage LJ Summers to get back to his feet. Stephy Auger: What a belly to belly there, and LJ Summers might’ve just found a way back into this one, Cruise. The referee has started a count-out, but is barely at four before LJ reaches the ropes, which he uses to stand back up. He grabs Tijerina in a rear waistlock and practically deadlifts him back to his feet, before delivering a German suplex. But he’s not done. Summers picks his opponent up again, and this time hits a t-bone suplex! And again, LJ Summers picks his opponent up, landing a couple of punches that back Tijerina against the ropes before an Irish whip ensues. Summers throws out the arm for a clothesline, but The Venomous Virtuoso ducks under that and keeps on running. He springboards off the middle rope, looking for a moonsault – NO! Summers catches the smaller man across his shoulder, and promptly drives Julian into the mat with a running powerslam! And the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Skyla is pounding on the ring apron to cheer LJ on, as the Australian stands back up. He walks around the prone Tijerina for a few moments, before stomping to keep the Spaniard grounded. Summers heads towards the corner and props himself up on the middle rope, posing momentarily as he points at his downed opponent, before leaping off with a diving headbutt! And a hook of the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NOOO! Stephy Auger: He just does not know when to stay down. Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina showing a lot of heart here, but LJ Summers in firm control after that string of suplexes. That is, until Summers', and everyone else's attention turns to the Tron. The look on Summers' face is a mix of shock and confusion. Kris Cruise: I think "Big Match John" might have taken exception to Summers' claim of being the Best Big Man in wrestling, Stephy. Stephy Auger: I have no words, Cruise. No words. Summers quickly snaps out of his state of shock and turns towards an oncoming Tijerina. He flapjacks Tijerina into the air, but the Spaniard counters with a dropkick! It knocks Summers down to the mat, but he rolls through and is quickly back on his feet as Tijerina is just getting up himself. LJ charges in with a clothesline, but Julian ducks under and grabs the arm, delivering an overflow arm drag to counter! He scrambles to get up before LJ does, and sets off against the ropes before delivering a wheelbarrow arm drag … that sends LJ out under the bottom rope. Stephy Auger: LJ Summers won’t be going to #ArmDragCity tonight it seems. But the Spaniard is prepared. He charges across the ring with a baseball slide into a headscissors takedown, swinging around until LJ is sent headlong into the ringpost. Tijerina rolls his opponent back into the ring, and slides in himself. The ANZAC Warrior appears to be dazed after that last shot, and is struggling to get up off his knees as The Venomous Virtuoso hits the ropes, coming back with a shining wizard! Kris Cruise: Kedavra Knee connects! This could be it. Julian hooks a leg! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, JULIAN TIJERINA! The Venomous Virtuoso is joined in the ring by Maria, who raises one arm while the referee raises the other; Julian stands tall, visibly wincing in pain at the tough match he’s just fought, but smiling as the crowd cheer. Kris Cruise: He turned things around in the last minute there, and Julian Tijerina gets the win. Stephy Auger: It took the steel ring post to do it, not to mention an unlikely and untimely assist from "BIG JOHN MATCH" JOHN BLADE! But Julian gets his first win here in FGA. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:12:20 GMT -5
Moments before his match against Kyle Ohio, we find Chris Madison and Frankie Morrison standing feet away from the Gorilla Position. Madison is bouncing from side to side on his toes with Morrison at his side, feeding his confidence. Spencer Burke tentatively approaches the two with a camera crew in tow.
Spencer Burke: Chris, someone pulled me aside and told me that you requested some time before you go out there.
Chris Madison: When Ryan LeCavalier interrupted our interview after the first night of the World Championship Tournament, I wasn’t sure of her angle.
Madison stopped bouncing and turned towards Spencer Burke.
Chris Madison: But I get it now. Ryan feels like a failure. She hasn't left a mark in FGA yet and desperately wants to be in the limelight. She can’t do that without any kind of consistency and marquee wins. I came to FGA not because my previous resume was worth bragging, but because I knew I had so much more to give. I was riding a streak that propelled me into the conversation of being one of the best in the business right now. I’m the kind of win that Ryan NEEDS if she’s going to right the ship.
Spencer Burke: At Final Frontier she’s going to get the chance.
Chris Madison: Yeah she will. But in order to do it, she’s going to have to submit me!
Spencer Burke: Wait, what?
Chris Madison: After I’m through annihilating Kyle Ohio in record time, Ryan LeCavalier is going to have to accept that at Final Frontier, our match is going to be a Submission Match!
Madison looks at Spencer whose jaw dropped at the unexpected announcement. Madison marches away and steps up to the curtain, ready to make his entrance to the ring.
Frankie Morrison: How’s that for a scoop Spence?
Morrison pats Spencer Burke on the back as he steps away to watch his clients match from one of the televisions backstage.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:15:40 GMT -5
BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Chris Madison vs. Kyle Ohio “Lithium” is currently playing over the speakers while Kyle Ohio circles the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Beat the Clock Challenge scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… KYLE OHIO! Kris Cruise: Kyle Ohio fancies himself as an MMA expert. Stephy Auger: He fancies himself as an expert in everything. Don’t you know that he allegedly knows every variation of every move every? Don’t forget every counter to every move ever, too! Kris Cruise: … right! The venue's lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint. The crowd jumps to their feet with a roaring standing ovation as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine's single You Want a Battle? (Here's A War). "We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle
HERE'S A WAR!!"A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out. His head is tucked down and covered by a black towel, focusing on the ground beneath him. The crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground. J.A. Aldridge: Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, "Mayhem" CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!" Madison charges to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before holding his arms out horizontally. Kris Cruise: Here comes Chris Madison, who looks to have a laser-like focus in this one. Stephy Auger: He and Ryan LeCavalier have been bumping into each other backstage on the AfterBurn shows on Axxess. LeCavalier said they both wanted the same thing and that was a fight. But it took Madison having to press LeCavalier into making a time and place for their fight. That fight will take place in two weeks at Final Frontier! Kris Cruise: But that’s not all. The winner of the Beat The Clock Challenge gets to choose the stipulation. We heard just moments ago that Madison wants a submission match. What do you think LeCavalier has up her sleeve if she beats his time? Stephy Auger: I can only imagine... The match starts with Madison looking to cut off the ring. As he tries to close in the distance on Ohio, Ohio tries to move to his left. But Madison cuts him off. Ohio then goes to his right. But Madison cuts him off. Madison then marches over to attack, but Ohio quickly sticks his head in between the middle and top rope. The crowd boos as the ref is forced to break up the action and move Madison back towards the center of the ring. Kris Cruise: That was a smart move there by Ohio. Stephy Auger: It’s probably the smartest thing we’ve seen him do since joining FGA. Once the ref calls for the action, Madison marches back over towards Ohio to attack. But again, Ohio wisely places himself in between the ropes, which warrants yet another rope break. Both Madison and Morrison are seen becoming increasingly frustrated. Kris Cruise: The goal is for Madison to end this as quickly as possible. But with Ohio stalling for time, he’s screwing over Madison. Stephy Auger: I’m sure Ryan LeCavalier has to be loving this in the back. Once the ref calls for the action, Madison marches back over. But once again, Ohio wraps himself in the ropes. But this time, Madison ignores the ref’s instructions. Instead, he reaches over, grabs Ohio, yanks him off the ropes and throws him down to the canvas. Ohio gets up, but Madison quickly tackles him down with a double leg takedown. Mayhem quickly gets into the mounted position. But Ohio quickly covers up. So Madison begins raining down hammer fists on Ohio’s hands to soften up him up. Madison then returns to his feet before stomping away on Ohio’s arms. He then reaches down, picks up Ohio and whips him into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Ohio hangs onto the ropes. He then drops down onto the canvas and rolls to the outside. Kris Cruise: What the heck is he doing!? Stephy Auger: Ohio knows exactly what he’s doing and that’s staying the heck away from Chris Madison! The crowd boos as Ohio tries to keep his distance from Mayhem. Madison sees this and his eyes widen. He then quickly runs over and slides to the outside. Stephy Auger: Ohio better hightail it! On the outside, Ohio takes off around the ring with Madison in hot pursuit. Ohio then slides back before getting up and running into the ropes. When Ohio comes back, Madison tackles him down with a Lou Thesz Press. Kris Cruise: There he goes! The crowd cheers as Madison rains down 12 to 6 elbows from the mounted position. Ohio tried to cover up. But some of the blows still connect. As Ohio’s blocking becomes less effective, more and more of the elbows connect. Suddenly, the elbows are busting open Ohio. The last elbow to the face clearly knocks Ohio out. But Madison is still going until the ref stops the match. As Ohio’s body goes limp and Madison is bouncing Ohio’s head off the canvas with elbows, the ref quickly goes over and moves Madison off of Ohio before calling for the bell. "You Want a Battle? (Here's a War)" blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner with a time of two minutes and fifteen seconds, CHRIS MADISON! Madison gets his arm raised in victory while the crowd continues to cheer. Kris Cruise: Alright, Chris Madison beats Kyle Ohio in 2:15. There’s no way Ryan LeCavalier is beating that right? Stephy Auger: It’s a tall order. If you ask me? I don’t think she does it. Madison had the advantage of going first. He set the time. Now LeCavalier has to do her best to beat that time. If Madison’s time was closer to eight or nine minutes, then I think she’s have a shot. But 2:15? No chance, Cruise! |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:20:55 GMT -5
Pre-Recorded
Spencer Burke is sat in a small studio room with a stack of notes sat on his lap. Directly across from him is the recently returned Skylar Cloud, or rather, the performer formerly known as Skylar Cloud. She stares a hole in him, drumming her fingers impatiently on her knees before Burke finally clears his throat and speaks. Spencer Burke: Thank you for agreeing to set aside this time to speak with me; I understand you want to be known as AMIRA now? The blonde flashes a quick smile in return. AMIRA: You're welcome, and on the right track, but only halfway there. I wouldn't like to be known as that, I am AMIRA now. After all, as the media reports and court documents made perfectly clear when I was wrongly prosecuted, Amira was my real name. Now, I've set my mind on becoming something greater than that, hence the em phasis on the name. A short, but still uncomfortable silence follows. Spencer Burke: I see -- now, when you appeared to address the FGA viewers last Vertigo, you had a lot to say. We've gotten a lot of feedback from FGA fans over social media, and while it has varied, it tends to be overwhelmingly negative in regards to you and your mess -- She holds her hand out to cut him off. AMIRA: Excuse me, my apologies, I'm going to have to cut you off right there because you're trying to pass off a "maybe" as the truth. I have no doubt that there were some controversial statements put out there, but that doesn't mean there's actually a fan backlash! The internet is full of misinformation: Fake news articles, people buying dummy twitter followers ... Her voice trails off as she rummages around for her phone, then continues after procuring it. AMIRA: ... let's look at FGA's followers. Chris Pickering, handle "@yarmouthblade" with bio "Just having loads of fun." That's obviously a bot account, and it goes deeper than that. There's fake Twitter identities created that exist just to be the first and most visible comment on certain stories, to steer the tone of discussion one way or another. So, it absolutely does not surprise me that after I spoke some hard truths, that there would be outlandish takes put out there in response to fan the flames and provoke the public! She shakes her head. Spencer Burke: Even if that is true, if that sentiment is being spread about you, wouldn't you like to address these talking points in front of the whole world? Squash this before it escalates further? After taking a moment to consider, she shrugs her shoulders. AMIRA: Sure, humor me. Spencer shuffles through his notes, peering down at them. Spencer Burke: This one user said that you, "Gave an embarrassing militant anti-female hate speech." AMIRA: Really? A roll of her eyes. AMIRA: Nobody has loved or cared about their fellow women more than me, Spence. I gave and gave and gave. Have I now been forced to look out for myself? Absolutely, but I still care enough to speak the truth that other women out there want to ignore. If I get those truths out there and people see me ascend to heights that these others can't? Then there might actually be hope for all of them in a society that's relied on their complacence to hold them down and rig the system so only the safe, uninspiring ones who don't challenge the status quo can achieve a measure of success, the Molly Reids and Salems of the world. I see that look you're giving me, you're skeptical, but the facts say that I am right. The only off statement I made -- speaking of Status Quo -- was I actually underestimated how complacent and willing to rest on her laurels Stevenson was, now that she has her fake world title. She holds one finger out. AMIRA: After everything I said about Nero's recklessness and bad decision making when it comes to being able to look after her child, look what happened! Cannon ran a train on her! I called out Noelle for how she's handled the "groupie" comments and look at the fire she showed on her Afterburn! Don't tell me it wasn't because she saw what I said either, because the first thing she did when she got on Twitter was take some snarky dig at me. Spencer Burke: That isn't the only criticism you've gotten though; there are some fans who have commented that this is just an act, like this user who stated: "It's just a lame desperate con to get attention because she was a bust. She's saying this stuff to get a reaction and changing your name is so played out." AMIRA: You're absolutely right I'm desperate, desperation is the only way to respond when there's been a concerted effort from high above to ruin what you've built, one that came pretty damn close to doing the job! Think about this, Spence, the judge threw wrongful prosecution against me out because the District Attorney's office, agents of the Government had acted improperly trying to build their case against me. Can you imagine that, Spence? Do you have any idea what it's like to be viewed as so dangerous, such a threat that your own country would abuse their powers and own laws in an attempt to silence you? Desperation is the only natural response there. So yes, I'm desperate, but as much as anyone would try to say otherwise, my message is very real. Spencer Burke: Okay, so regardless of whether anyone agrees with your opinions or not, you're passionate about them. But what do you say to someone who says that none of this will matter? Putting aside that you lasted one match in FGA, you don't have your followers that you did when you arrived or down in LDFC and even your success without them was obtained by means that some would call questionable. How are you going to succeed against the elite of the elite on the big stage, now that you're by yourself? AMIRA brushes a couple of stray hairs aside. AMIRA: First off, this obviously isn't the elite of the elite, you'd know that if you'd been listening to me. But to get to the question at hand? Look how much I had on my plate before, trying to help every random schmuck I could, running a charity organization, guiding the Skylars. Do you think I was able to give even close to 100% of myself in the ring? Do you think I had a lot of time to focus on myself? Absolutely not! I was able to do all that I did and still succeed in wrestling to the point that I broke through to the main show in FGA, while most of those LDFC dorks are chilling on a sticky 3GW casting couch out in L.A. now. I did that through sheer force of will and having more energy in my body than the average person can understand. Now, I've got all that energy focused on one goal, achieving greatness. The question you should be asking is how are they going to succeed against me? Fade. |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:27:32 GMT -5
"The Devil’s Bleeding Crown" by Volbeat begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd murmur in confusion. But soon enough their Annie Zellor steps out from behind the curtain; the fans in attendance begin to boo as Zellor raises the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title high above her head. Kris Cruise: It looks like we’re being graced by the brat herself, Annie Zellor. And what is she wearing? Stephy Auger: Give Annie a chance, Cruise. She might explain why two weeks ago we saw her steal the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title. Kris Cruise: I don’t think there’s a valid reason for that, Stephy. Besides the heinous act itself, it saw Annie reunite with The Crimson Baroness. And the boos grow louder as the fans realize what she’s wearing - a pinstripe Yankees jersey. But Zellor drowns out the boos as they continue to jeer her from a distance. Zellor climbs up the ring steps and stops on the apron, taking another moment to look out across the crowd before she steps into the ring. The timekeeper hands her a microphone before she stands in the center of the ring, waiting for the crowd to quieten down. Annie Zellor: I think… She starts, but gets drowned out by the boos. A “Red Sox” chant starts up as Zellor paces around the ring, patting the belt on her shoulder as she waits for the crowd to go quiet again. Annie Zellor: I think I might owe you all an explanation. ‘Cause two weeks ago I mighta stepped over a line when I st-- Annie stops herself, wagging a finger in the air. Annie Zellor: Nah. ‘Cause I didn’t steal this belt. No matter what Salem says - the lies she tells - I didn’t steal this title! I’m not the person who thought up a plan. And I’m not the person who tricked Salem into going into that room. And I’m not the person who hit her over the head with a cane, or threw her against the wall, or even took this belt from off her unconscious body… The crowd boo again as Annie shrugs her shoulders; she smiles as she looks down at the belt on her shoulder. Annie Zellor: That was all my brilliant tag team partner! But I’m the person who, like, benefitted from this so … lemme have it. Kris Cruise: These Boston fans don’t like this one bit, Stephy, and I don’t think I can blame them. Stephy Auger: If Annie thinks she got a bad reaction from wearing that jersey in Queens, that was nothing compared to these fans. Annie Zellor: That’s fair. You don’t like that I’ve got this belt; you don’t like the Yankees jersey I’m wearing; you don’t like that The Crimson Baroness is here, or that The Small Boob Wrecking Crew are gonna take those tag titles from Status Quo one day soon. Another round of boos for that one, but Annie shrugs it off. Annie Zellor: But before then, I’ve got some business to take care of. And I’m talking to you here, Salem. ‘Cause I know you wanna get this belt back. So I’m gonna give you that chance… But Zellor is interrupted by the sound of “Phenomena” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The Boston fans erupt into a chorus of cheers as the true FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Salem Cartier, steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand. Salem Cartier: You’re going to give me a chance to get my belt back, huh? Annie Zellor: That’s what I said, yeah. Salem Cartier: That’s really kind of you, Annie. Truly, it warms my heart that you’re willing to give me the chance to get my belt back after you stole it - sorry! Your partner stole it, right? Zellor looks annoyed as the crowd cheer, but Salem continues. Salem Cartier: But I’ve got a question for you, Annie. What’s stopping me from heading to that ring right now and kicking your ass? The crowd cheer as Salem starts walking down the aisle. Kris Cruise: Business is about to pick up! But The Witch stops walking at the bottom of the aisle as Annie holds up one hand. The crowd jeer again as The Crimson Baroness steps out from behind the curtain; she waits at the top of the aisle, tapping her GFP baseball bat against one hand. Annie Zellor: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop where you are, Salem. You’re not stupid, you know what’s gonna happen if you step into this ring right now. If I don’t knock you out, then my partner over there is gonna be happy to do it again. Salem looks up the aisle, measuring the time and distance between herself and The Crimson Baroness. Figures that are growing smaller with each step the HKW Bloodlust Champion takes towards the ring. Cartier resigns herself to defeat, not wanting to risk another beatdown before her match against Ruby later tonight. Stephy Auger: Looks like the numbers game wins out again, Cruise. Kris Cruise: She’s outnumbered, outgunned, and Salem has a match in a few minutes time. Annie Zellor: That’s what I thought. So here’s the deal, Salem. You wanna kick my ass, huh? You wanna get this belt back? What I’m gonna do - in two weeks time at Final Frontier - I’m gonna give you a chance to take it back. All you’re gonna have to do is climb a ladder… The crowd roars in approval as Annie points upwards. Annie Zellor: ...climb that ladder and get it back from the hook I’ll hang it on. So whaddya say, Salem, you and me at Final Frontier? A ladder match for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship? The crowd is urging Salem to accept the offer as The Witch looks around; she looks from Annie to The Baroness, to the fans, and finally back to Annie before one of the ring techs hands her another microphone. Salem Cartier: You’re on. Kris Cruise: There we have it! Salem Cartier will defend her title in two weeks time. Stephy Auger: And in a ladder match! The crowd continue cheering as Salem makes her way back up the aisle, sidestepping The Baroness, who she’ll face tomorrow night in HKW, before she heads backstage. ‘The Devil’s Bleeding Crown’ starts playing again as Annie lifts the belt high above her head. She soon exits the ring and makes her way back up the aisle, talking to her tag team partner as they go. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:31:05 GMT -5
BEAT THE CLOCK CHALLENGE
Ryan LeCavalier vs. Danny Diamond “Ready For War (HBO Instrumental Edit)” plays over the PA as Danny Diamond slides in under the bottom rope. Danny walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the middle rope, repeating his diamond pose from the stage. He, afterwards, jumps back down to the canvas. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a Beat the Clock Challenge scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring from Cheshire, England! Weighing in at 213 pounds… DANNY DIAMOND! Kris Cruise: We’ve got our second Beat the Clock Challenge up next as Ryan LeCavalier takes on this man, Danny Diamond. Stephy Auger: With the from that LeCavalier is in right now, I don’t doubt that she can beat Diamond. But can she beat him in 2:15? I don’t think she can! “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: And his opponent, now residing out of Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 135 pounds! She is “The Lost 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: I know you say that LeCavalier can’t win in 2:15. The more that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think she can. If she were facing someone like Kyle Ohio, then I’d be more optimistic. I know that Diamond hasn’t had the most stellar 2016. But the man is still a former Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. I just can’t seen him going down that fast. The bell sounds as LeCavalier tries to close in on Diamond. But Diamond does his best to skip to the side in a circle around LeCavalier. Kris Cruise: It looks like Diamond is trying to screw over LeCavalier by killing time as well. Stephy Auger: Well you saw what eventually happened to Ohio once Madison finally got his hands on him. The crowd boos as Diamond continues to try his best to screw over LeCavalier by killing time. Just then, Diamond turns and runs to step through the ropes to the outside. But LeCavalier runs over and catches him with a running knee strike through the ropes. Kris Cruise: Ow! Did you just hear the sound of her knee crashing against his skull!? LeCavalier quickly brings Diamond back into the ring before bringing him down with a Fujiwara Armbar. But due to how close Diamond is to the ropes, he’s able to easily reach over with his free hand and grab the bottom rope. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… LeCavalier let’s go, turns around then begins delivering grounding knee strikes to the body. She then drags Diamond away from the ropes and begins assaulting him with grounded elbow strikes to the head. Diamond tries to turtle. But it’s to no avail as LeCavalier quickly switches back to the side and delivers grounded knee strikes to the ribs. She then rises to her feet before running into the ropes. When LeCavalier comes back, she delivers a sliding knee strike to the back. She then turns Diamond over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diamond gets his shoulder up. LeCavalier with another lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diamond gets his arm up. LeCavalier then grabs a hold of said arm, pulls Diamond back to his feet and then turns him inside out with a short-arm clothesline. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Diamond barely gets his shoulder up. LeCavalier picks up Diamond and then brings him back down with a running takedown. After tackling Diamond down onto his stomach, LeCavalier shifts herself over towards his head before flipping over and locking on a last chancery. Kris Cruise: Prayer/Triangle from LeCavalier! Diamond can be heard groaning in pain as The Lost Monarch begins cranking away on the hold. Before the ref can even ask Diamond if he wants to give up, Diamond taps out on the canvas. The ref calls for the bell. “Stonefist” blares throughout the arena to a mixed reaction from the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner with a time of….. Hold on….. With a time of two minutes and fifteen seconds, RYAN LECAVALIER! LeCavalier gets her arm raised in victory while the crowd continues to give her a mixed reaction. Kris Cruise: Ryan LeCavalier gets the W here tonight over Danny Diamond! Stephy Auger: Yeah, she gets the win. But did you just hear what Aldridge said? She won in 2:15! Kris Cruise: But wait, that’s the exact same time that Madison beat Ohio in. Stephy Auger: … so what happens now? Kris Cruise: I’m not sure. Hopefully we can get somebody back there to find out what will happen now that they’ve both beaten their opponents in the exact same amount of time. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 11, 2016 22:34:38 GMT -5
FGA returned from commercial break with Ryan remaining in the ring in front of the crowd of people attending Vertigo. She’s joined by Spencer Burke who’s got a microphone standing center of the ring as Ryan paced, after taking on Danny Diamond in the Beat the Clock Challenge. Ryan looks somewhat effortless as the crowd reacted when Burke clears his throat.
Spencer Burke: Ryan you just defeated Danny Diamond in the Beat the Clock challenge that you and Chris Madison agreed upon to name your stipulation for the match, that was hinted and announced by Chris Madison and his agent. You already know what Chris Madison was able to do, but the two of you effectively tied, as you both registered the same time in defeating Kyle Ohio and Danny Diamond respectively.
The venue slowly came to a roar as Spencer Burke being quick catches everybody up to speed over the microphone. Meanwhile Ryan drifts into one of the corners as she successfully is pealing at her wrist tape unraveling it.
Spencer Burke: Out of fairness we’ve been given word that you’re still going to name your stipulation, like Madison earlier in the night. He’s named that the two of you should compete in a Submissions Match at Final Frontier. Now I’ll hand over the microphone and turn the crowd over to you, the floor is yours.
Burke extends the microphone forward towards Ryan who reaches out for it. Once Burke hands it off he’s quick to takes a step back as Ryan takes a step forward much for the crowds cheers, it’s painfully obvious they’ve thought about what kind of match that she and Chris Madison could forego. In bringing the microphone to her lips Ryan couldn’t help give a look of relief.
Ryan LeCavalier: Before I get to name my end of the stipulation at Final Frontier, I want to take a moment to say ‘thank you.’ To all you fans out there who continue to support FGA and come out to all the shows. For those of you who painfully enjoy me coming out here week after week wrestling, that thanks is extended towards you too.
Ryan sighs sort of loading her words to a point; she begins pacing around the ring.
Ryan LeCavalier: Before I came out here tonight I actually thought the worst could’ve happened. That somehow Danny Diamond would’ve had my number on this night. Would’ve been just my luck, seeing as my record here in Frontier Grappling Arts isn’t exactly something to be desired. Through it all, somehow, I was able to come out here week after week to give you guys everything and more. In a sense my experience in FGA thus far has made me one of the best wrestlers in the world. I can’t deny that you guys made it pretty easy just to come out here and enjoy what I like doing, no matter how many people on the internet said that I was a flash in the pan; only good in certain settings.
The fans instantly booed her comment about being a ‘flash in the pan’ though their chants were short lived as Ryan continues on with her point. Pivoting on a foot, she walks towards the ropes that stood in front of her.
Ryan LeCavalier: Yet, through it all I’ve remained standing. I think it’s safe to say that this isn’t luck. I took Tony Carmine to one of the better matches to date in the main event of Vertigo during the World Title Tournament. I’ve progressively gotten better and better as a wrestler every time I’ve graced this FGA ring. I’ve gone from a slow crawl in losing to Dom Harter and Annie Zellor to getting up on my feet and continuing on; what’s really the point in me bringing any of that up? The point is simply this: at Final Frontier I take on my toughest challenge to date in a ‘Submission’s only’ match.
A small smile curls against her lips as she looks around the crowd mysteriously.
Ryan LeCavalier: So at Final Frontier I want to do something to pay homage to a friend and also show Madison what a real wrestler looks like. I decided I’d borrow the rules from the Pride Division; you’re familiar with them two-out-of-three falls. Now because Madison set the pace and I couldn’t break it. So that currently makes this a Pride Rules: Submission’s only match. If you don’t understand that concept, we’re about to wrestle two-out-of-three falls just by submissions alone.
The crowd begins to stir with a ‘Make Him Tap!’ chant that carries on, causing Ryan to pause for and look around she can’t stop smiling at them, the chant dies down as she returns to speaking on the microphone.
Ryan LeCavalier: The reasoning behind it is because I’m a bit more of an endurance wrestler. I enjoy embracing the pace during my matches. It also should be painfully obvious why I would choose to add that clause to our stipulation; it’s because from day one I always wondered who was the better wrestler between myself and Fujiko Mine. She’s not here. Though, many people in the back via the magic of the internet and social media keep her legacy in FGA alive at the mere mention of her name. Instead of casting stones, I obviously wanted to do this the right way.
She raises her hand and points towards the entrance ramp for added effect.
Ryan LeCavalier: Not much else needs to be said. FGA’s Final Frontier is all about braving the virtual unknown; it’s discovering parts about yourself you didn’t know existed. Doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman, you’re a wrestler first and foremost. Chris Madison is my toughest challenge to date – he’s the epitome of everything you’d want out of an athlete – but when it comes to braving new and uncharted territory it’s more than just a creature comfort to me.
She pauses briefly again as her eyes are veering towards the canvas, she takes the microphone into bother her hands before looking back up to the masses.
Ryan LeCavalier: We all know this match is going to come down to the same tired cliché of “Who exactly wants it more?” I’m fine with that – actually I embrace that too. At the end of the day Chris Madison has a decision to make one way or another; that decision is very clear, he’s going to have to decide if he can take more than he can dish out. Because I won’t just stop at going hold for hold, strike for strike with Madison. I’ve already planned on going far beyond anything I’ve done in this FGA ring thus far, much to his credit that’s just the type of guy Madison is.
She tilted her head looking back at Spencer who stood their representing some form of authority in the matter.
Ryan LeCavalier: Chris, if you’re listening. The only message I have for you is this. Expect the unexpected. I get that you’re highly accomplished throughout your career, but I want you to know that I’ve got a reputation of exceeding expectations when it matters most. It’s alright to doubt me right now, but don’t allow yourself to get fooled on account that you think you’ve got some sort of advantage. You and I both know all it takes is one submission—well, in this case two submissions and it’s over.
Ryan ended her little speech as she tosses the microphone back into Spencer’s direction before clearing the ring; he adjusts himself quickly announcing what already had been a foregone conclusion. The fans were obviously hyped as Spencer’s voice almost drowned in the sea of cheers and excitement caused by her words.
Spencer Burke: There you have it folks! The stipulation for LeCavalier versus Madison is set. You’ll definitely want to make sure you tune into Final Frontier live from Albany, New York on December 24th to witness both competitors compete in what should be a classic Pride Rules: Submission’s Match!
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