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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:02:04 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:02:20 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 
Matthew Knight Arena
Eugene, ORThe video fades to an outside shot of the Matthew Knight Arena in Eugene, Or. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd while we transition to the ringside area, where Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger are standing by… Kris Cruise: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Vertigo! I am Kris Cruise! Joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! Tonight we are making our debut here in Oregon and what a main event we’ve got in store for you. Tonight, former two-time Pride Champion, Johnny Karma goes one on one with Pride Title contender, Savannah Taylor! Can Taylor get a huge statement win over Karma here tonight? Or will Karma make the most of the momentum he came into 2017 with and score another win? Also here tonight, we’ve got the huge contract signing between Cordy Stevenson and Zero McHannon! Last week, it was declared that both Stevenson and McHannon have valid claims to being the World Champion. But that will all change at Grapple Kingdom, when those two will clash to determine an undisputed World Champion! Stephy Auger: But that’s not all! Let’s not forget the Usual Suspects’ championship coronation coming up later on toni- |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:02:57 GMT -5
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 each one of the FGA tag team titles over his shoulders. Marx & Tryon step out from the entrance and stand in front of the smoked out curtains as the house lights return to brightness. Stephy Auger: Oh my God, this is going to be great Kris! Are you ready for the official coronation? Kris Cruise: I think we could do our fans at home a big favor and just cut to commercial right now… Rother hands over each one of the tag team titles to Marx and Tryon with a smirk, then begins performing exaggerated bows in their direction. The fans are all standing and giving the trio their loudest boos, but the three men ignore them. Rother reaches into his blazer’s inside pocket and pulls out a coned party hat that he awkwardly places on his head as the men begin making their way down the aisle. Stephy Auger: I think I might cry tears of joy! Finally, tag team champions that we can all be proud of! Rother makes his way over to the broadcast table and pulls out two more party hats. Stephy eagerly places hers on her head while Kris Cruise ignores the one in front of him. Rother then pulls out a small plastic bag and begins throwing confetti in the air. Stephy notices Kris’s reluctance to wear the hat. Stephy Auger: God, you’re such a party-pooper, Cruise. The Suspects climb into the ring with the tag team titles, joined shortly by Rother after he jaws with some fans at ringside. He walks over and grabs a mic from JA Aldridge before standing in the middle of the ring, soaking in all of the hatred from the Eugene crowd. Anthony Rother: The time has finally arrived… The fans respond with another chorus of boos. Anthony Rother: Tonight, we stand here before you all to honor the two men who stand in the ring with me. Men who fought with pride, honor, and integrity to regain what was rightfully theirs! Kris Cruise: Integrity? Who’s he trying to kid? Anthony Rother: It was last summer when The Usual Suspects made their triumphant return to Frontier Grappling Arts; a return with one goal in mind… Rother taps the title draped over Jason Marx’s shoulder. Anthony Rother: To prove to everyone that they were still the class of tag team wrestling in FGA. Oh yes, the mutants and the trolls were quick to dismiss them as men who were trying to live off of their past success. Their first opponents even went so far as to proclaim them as relics who wouldn’t live up to their hype. Well, they showed Hardaway, Tyler, and Valero that they meant business… Kris Cruise: *cough* Handful of tights… *cough* Stephy Auger: What was that? Kris Cruise: Nothing… Anthony Rother: Oh, and that victory was followed up by their first encounter with the former tag team champions. Again the trolls on social media and the mutants in the building all said that they didn’t stand a chance. Once again, they silenced their critics by soundly defeating Cordy and Dan in Tucson! Kris Cruise: *cough* Illegal trip… *cough* Anthony Rother: Right out of the gate, there was no hotter team in FGA than The Usual Suspects. Despite this early success they were passed over by lesser teams and so they watched. Kris Cruise: Notice how he skirted pass that loss to RubyWay? Stephy Auger: Quiet… Kris Cruise: And how he pissed himself? Stephy Auger: Show some respect! Anthony Rother: So they decided to take matters into their own hands and insert themselves into the tag team title picture since Lenny didn’t seem to care about right and wrong. Rother lowers his head and begins pacing around the ring. Anthony Rother: Now, it’s no secret that things didn’t go well for them during that time. In fact, you could say that the last few months of 2016 were a disaster…with yours truly being embarrassed at Final Frontier. The fans begin to cheer as they’re reminded of the beating that Rother took in the ring at the hands of Karma, Cordy, and Dom. Rother jerks his head up and reacts with what appears to be genuine offense. Anthony Rother: But…when it seems like all is lost, and you’re backed into a corner, champions do what champions do best. They pick themselves up off the mat and fight, scratch, and crawl until they find themselves back where they belong! And that’s why we are here tonight, to celebrate the mental toughness…the endurance…and the greatness of Jason Marx and Chris Tryon! Rother throws some more confetti in the ring as the fans boo. Anthony Rother: Oh…you can hate them all you want! But the fact is that The Usual Suspects are exactly what I proclaimed them all along… the greatest tag team in FGA history!Kris Cruise: Oh come on… Anthony Rother: There have been only two other teams who have been able to call themselves, two-time FGA tag team champions. One of those is The Murder…who I’ll admit was a great tag team. The other was some “hashtag” team that nobody even remembers. Kris Cruise: Sparklebuddies! Stephy Auger: Who? Kris Cruise: You know who! Anthony Rother: So, it’s true that two other teams can lay claim to being two-time tag team champions, but there’s one big difference between the three. The other two were immediate repeats, riding the same wave of success that got them to the belts the first time. The Usual Suspects, on the other hand, went two and a half years between reigns, between being completely absent from the sport for two years! This display of persistent greatness is what truly separates them from any other team in FGA history! Again the fans shower the three men with disgust at such preposterous and baseless proclamations. Anthony Rother: So gentlemen… *Rother says to Marx and Tryon* …I just want to tell you one more time just how much of a pleasure it has been to represent you on your path to redemption and glory! And now that you possess the very belts that prove every single statement that I just made, not even Lenny T. can ignore your greatness now! Rother pats them on the shoulder in congratulations. Marx and Tryon both return a smirk before Chris begins calling for Rother to hand him the microphone. Chris Tryon: Rother, the pleasure has been all ours. It’s no secret that the three of us had our ups and downs since we came back, but you came through on your promise and we got the belts to prove it. Tryon holds his title up high to the disapproval from the fans. Chris Tryon: So, we also wanted to take a moment to show you a little bit of our appreciation. Tryon points towards the entrance as two men step from behind the curtains wheeling a giant Styrofoam cake. Rother’s eyes open up wide as he begins rubbing his hands together in anticipation. Kris Cruise: What in the world??? The three men exit the ring as the cake is wheeled to the ringside area. Rother begins licking his lips as if he has an idea of what’s about to happen. Chris Tryon: From the bottom of our hearts, we took a large portion of our purse from last week’s main event and got you a top dollar surprise just waiting for you inside that cake. Stephy Auger: Oh my God, do you think his poor heart can take it? Kris Cruise: Oh please, we all know he faked that! Rother begins caressing the cake in anticipation, when “Adrenaline” by Nine Lashes begins to boom through the speakers causing Rother to jump. The crowd cheers as The Elysian Empire make their way from behind the curtain. The three siblings stop at the top of the ramp Elon, a bottle of champagne in hand, takes up the the left. Effie, mic in hand, stands in the middle. Emery takes up the right, an envelope clutched in his hand. Elon’s eyes lock onto Rother as Emery waves to the fans. The music fades out as Effie brings the mic to her lips. Effie Elysian: We’re sorry, but we saw the cake in the back and we felt obligated to come out and personally give you guys our congratulatory remarks. The fans are on their feet cheering while Rother is still trying to convince them to ignore the Elysians. Effie Elysian: We even have a card. Emery holds up the envelope and waves it in the air. Effie Elysian: What we wrote is kind of personal, but I think the fans deserve to hear exactly how we feel about The Usual Suspects being the FGA World Tag Team Champions. The crowd cheers as Emery asks the crowd if they want to know what’s in the envelope. Effie Elysian: Go ahead and open it, Em. Emery rips open the envelope and pulls out a card with baby on the front. The baby is making a sour face and lines indicating a repugnant odor are drawn on it. On the top of the card it says “You Stink!” in a big green and brown font. Effie hands him the mic. Emery Elysian: Dear Chris Tryon, Jason Marx, and Anthony Rother, we know that you guys must be pretty proud of yourselves! It took you awhile, and we all had to listen to a lot of talk, but you finally did it! You managed to con your way into history as the dirtiest and filthiest team in FGA history. Congrats! You’re two time champs, and no one can take that away from you. But, those championships can still be taken away from you. Those pristine championship belts that are being besmudged by being in proximity of your dirty, filthy, unwashed bodies. We feel so bad for them that we are obligated by Health Code USTNK to extend a challenge for them, so that they may once again be clean and up to code. The history books may now be marked by your dirt, but the belts, the fans, and everyone else in FGA should no longer have to suffer. Anyway, we hope you’ve enjoyed the ride up to this point... because no one else has. Congrats again, and we hope to hear your response soon. Signed: Emery, Elon, and Effie Elysian, concerned citizens of public sanitation. Emery hands the mic back to Effie as the fans cheer and laugh at The Suspects expense. Effie Elysian: Oh, and Rother, we really hope you enjoy your surprise in the cake. See, a little birdy told us what your men were going to present you with tonight… So we made a few phone calls and may have made a last minute switch. The fans begin cheering as Rother looks confused. Stephy Auger: What are those idiots talking about? The giant cake begins rocking a bit back and forth. A curious Rother begins inching closer towards it as it suddenly burst open, causing him to fall flat on his ass. The fans begin roaring in approval. Stephy Auger: What the HELL?!?!?!?! Kris Cruise: IT’S PRINCE KAMIJO!!!! Kamijo shoots a horrified Rother a wink and begins licking his lips seductively as he slowly steps out from the cake. Marx and Tryon both cautiously back away, not wanting any part of this. Stephy Auger: RUN ROTHER RUN!!! Almost as if he heard Auger’s screams, Rother quickly shoots to his feet and begins running around the ring apron with Kamijo in hot pursuit! The fans can be heard in collective laughter as Rother clumsily stumbles and falls face first long enough for Kamijo to pinch him on his ass. Rother furiously begins a crawl back to his feet and runs towards the entrance. Elon pops open the bottle of champagne causing it to rain on Rother as he runs past the Elysians with Kamijo hot on his tails. Kris Cruise is dying from laughter. Stephy Auger: Those Elysians ruined what should have been a glorious moment!!! Kris Cruise: Oh my God…*Cruise says between laughter*…this might be the greatest moment we have ever witnessed on Vertigo! Stephy Auger: Poor Rother! [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:06:34 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage to where the three members of The Keisters are walking through the hallways. All of them look ready for action, dressed in their ring attire, with wide grins on each of their faces. They’re stopped, however, by Jessie Pederson, who’s wanting to give them their first interview.
Jessie Pederson: Ladies, can I get a word with you all about your upcoming debut?
Kimmi Keister: Of course, Josie.
The interviewer stares at Kimmi for a second before continuing.
Jessie Pederson: Jessie. But you all had some harsh words for the Elysian Empire earlier this week.
Kimmi Keister: Oh those weren’t harsh words, Jessie–
She nudges the interviewer with her elbow after successfully pronouncing Jessie’s name.
Kimmi Keister: –that was just the truth. See, we know what kinda wrestlers The Usual Suspects are. And we know exactly what kinda champions they’re gonna be.
Kalli Keister: Awful ones!
Kimmi Keister: Exactly, sis! So we figure that FGA deserves a better class of champion, right?
Kammi and Kalli both nod their heads in agreement.
Jessie Pederson: And you think you’d be better champions than The Elysian Empire?
Kimmi Keister: Well, duh! Seriously they only beat The Usual Suspects before ‘cause Dom Harter got involved…
Jessie Pederson: And they only lost because Anthony Rother faked a heart attack, and the second time Rother caused a distraction on the outside.
A moment of silence from The Keisters.
Kammi Keister: Oh my God! Really?!
Kimmi Keister: That is soooo not the point, ok, Jessie. We’re gonna go out there and show these FGA fans that The Keisters mean business, and that one day soon we’re gonna be future FGA World Tag Team Champions. And that journey starts tonight!
The Keisters all walk away, continuing in the direction they were heading; the camera pans around to reveal Annie Zellor and The Crimson Baroness, the members of The Small Boob Wrecking Crew, standing there with cups of coffee in their hands. The Baroness whispers something into Annie’s ear, causing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion to giggle before they walk away in the opposite direction.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:07:42 GMT -5
Elysian Empire vs. The Keisters 'Do I Wanna Know' begins to play throughout the arena as Kimmi Keister slowly struts out from behind the curtain. She poses with her chest out, and her hands on her hips as the fans begin to boo. She's soon joined by her sisters; Kalli and Kammi flank her on either side. 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 290 pounds! They are the team of Kimmi and Kalli… THE KEEEEEEIIIIISTERRRRRS!!! Kris Cruise: The Keisters have arrived here in FGA, Stephy! Stephy Auger: Yes they have! This beautiful trio has caused some mischief over in NKP. Now they’re looking to shake things up here in FGA. Kris Cruise: Yeah, but they’ve got a huge test tonight in the form of the Elysian Empire. Stephy Auger: Oh please! With as easily as those two get distracted, the Keisters can easily steal I MEAN SECURE a victory here tonight. “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 riff 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 opponent, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds! They are the team of Elon and Emery Elysian, the ELYSIAAAAAAN EEMMMMMMMPIIIIIIRRRRRRE!!! Elon slides into the ring while Emery takes the ring steps. Effie takes the steps as well and Emery sits on the second rope allowing Effie to easily enter the ring. Elon has already begun to stretch using the ropes and turnbuckle. Emery joins him as Effie begins to coach her brothers up. As they stretch the music begins to fade. The brothers bump fists once more as the bell rings. Kris Cruise: The Elysian Empire ruined the Usual Suspects’ coronation at the start of tonight’s show. Stephy Auger: Yeah, and they should be ashamed of themselves! It’s bad enough that they butted in and gave everyone their unwanted opinion. Then they went one step further and brought that freak Prince Kamijo out here! They better hope and pray that The Usual Suspects don’t take them up on that offer. Kris Cruise: The tally might be 2-1 in favor of the Suspects. But as I stated before, those two wins that the Suspects have over them are highly suspect. Stephy Auger: Yeah, well, the Elysian Empire better not look too far ahead into the future. They’ve got to get past the Keisters first! Kris Cruise: You’ve got to wonder which pair of sisters will be representing the Keisters tonight... The bell sounds as Kimmi and Kalli high five before Kalli heads out onto the apron. Kris Cruise: Looks like I just got my answers. So we’ve got Kimmi Keister and Kalli Keister with Kammi Keister on the outside. Across the ring from them are Elon Elysian and Emery Elysian with Effie Elysian on the outside. Stephy Auger: L-O-L at those names. This might turn into a commentary nightmare trying to keep all these names straight. Kimmi and Elon start things off. Elon waits for a lockup. But he’s momentarily distracted by Kammi, who climbs up onto the apron. Kris Cruise: What’s she doing up there!? She’s not even in the match! While Elon is distracted, Kimmi quickly runs over and rolls up Elon with a schoolgirl. ONE! . . Elon kicks out. Stephy Auger: See, what did I tell you! Easily distracted. Then again, if I were a guy and I say that bountiful bosom, I’d get distracted, too. After Elon scrambles back to his feet, he gets caught in a side headlock from Kimmi. The headlock is met by annoying cheers from her sisters on the outside. But Elon quickly shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Kimmi returns, Elon brings her down with a fireman’s carry takedown. He then quickly transitions into a cross armbar. But Kimmi is quick to roll over and get her foot on the ropes, forcing the ref to enforce a five count. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Elon breaks the hold. After Kimmi gets back to her feet, she circles the ring while shaking her arm. She then sizes Elon up before heading towards him for a lock up. But at the last second, she opts for a dropkick to the leg. After Elon drops down to one knee, Kimmi quickly places him in a front facelock while the crowd continue to boo. But he doesn’t stay there for long as Elon gets back to his feet, lifts Kimmi up, runs into the Empire corner and rams her back-first against the turnbuckles. He then tags Emery in. Once Emery gets in, he unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts. The last of which, a left cross to the body, sends Kimmi staggering from out of the corner. But Emery stays on her. He then takes Kimmi and whips her into the far ropes. When Kimmi returns, Emery sets up for a back body drop. But Kimmi counters with a sunset flip. She tries desperately to bring Emery down. But Emery doesn’t budge. That is, until Kalli runs over and connects with a dropkick, knocking Emery down. ONE! . . TWO! . . Emery kicks out. Kris Cruise: This is what The Keisters need to do if they even want to remain competitive, let alone win this match. They’re giving up way too much size and strength to these two. After Emery gets back to his feet, Kimmi places him in a side headlock. But she doesn’t keep it locked on for long as Emery grabs her and goes for a belly to back suplex. But instead of crashing onto the canvas, Kimmi rolls over his shoulder. After landing on her feet, she runs into the ropes. When Kimmi returns, Emery doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then delivers a clinch knee strike that drops Kimmi to the canvas. Emery then drops down, pulls Kimmi over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd boo when Kalli runs over and delivers a stomp to the back, breaking up the pin. Kris Cruise: I’m surprised the Keister sister wasn’t knocked out by that knee strike. Stephy Auger: She may not have been knocked out, but I doubt she knows where she is right about now. Emery picks up Kimmi, moves her into the corner and unleashes a series of shoot kicks before tagging Elon back in. Once Elon gets in, he brings Kimmi from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. But instead of coming back, Kimmi hangs onto the apron. So Elon runs over to attack. But Kimmi quickly hops through the ropes, lands on the apron and catches him with a shoulder thrust. Kimmi and Kalli then stand next to each other on the apron before knocking Elon down with a double springboard dropkick. The crowd boo as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . Elon kicks out. Kimmi picks up Elon, wrenches his arm and tags Kalli back in. Once Kalli gets in, she delivers a kick to the midsection and a rake across the eyes. She then takes Elon, places him in a front facelock and rakes his face along the top rope. After bringing him into the Keister corner, Kalli turns him around and unleashes a series of knife edge chops. But each chop has little to no effect of Elon. Kalli realizes this and begins to call for a timeout as Elon follows her from out of the corner. Stephy Auger: Run, Keister Sister, Run! Panicking, Kalli turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, she goes for a cross body block. But Elon catches her in mid air before throwing her across the ring with a fallaway slam. Kalli slowly rolls to the outside, where she gets consoled by Kammi and Kimmi. Kris Cruise: The Keister sister tried going for a crossbody. But Elon was having none of that! The Keisters try to regroup on the outside. But Elon reaches over the top rope, grabs Kalli by the hair and yanks her back up onto the apron. He then goes to deliver a vertical suplex back into the ring. But both Kimmi and Kammi pull his legs out from under him, causing Kalli to crash on top of him. ONE! . . TWO! . . Elon kicks out. Kalli quickly gets back to her feet and puts the boos to Elon before dropping three elbows on his chest. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Elon kicks out. Kalli picks up Elon, brings him into the Keister corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle before tagging Kimmi back in. Once Kimmi gets in, the Keisters take Elon and whip him into the far ropes. When Elon returns, the Keisers go for a double clothesline. But Elon swats through the double clothesline before running into the opposite set of ropes. When Elon returns, the crowd cheer when he knocks them both down with a single leg dropkick. Kris Cruise: How about that move! He just took out both Keisters! Elon takes Kimmi, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. While Kammi helps Kimmi up on the outside, Elon heads over and tags Emery back in. Once Emergy gets in the ring, the Elysian Empire pick up Kalli, run and delivers a double hip toss over the top rope and down onto Kimmi and Kammi. The crowd roars with cheers. Kris Cruise: The Elysian Empire just launched the Keister sister to the outside with ease! The Elysian Empire head to the outside, pick up Kalli and launch her over the top rope and back into the ring with another double hip toss. After the Empire slide back in, they way on opposite side of Kalli. Stephy Auger: This doesn’t look good, Cruise... Once Kalli finally returns to her feet, the crowd cheers when Empire charge at her and bring her down with an STO/legsweep combination. Emery then picks up Kalli and holds her from behind while Elon heads into the ropes. When Elon returns, the Empire deliver a flying knee/release German Suplex combination. Emergy then locks on the Cattle mutilation while Elon applies an ankle lock. Kris Cruise: Elysium Denied! The ref asks Kalli if she wants to give up. With her arms restricted, Kalli verbally submits. The crowd cheers as “Adrenaline” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, the ELYSIAN EMPIRE! Effie gets in the ring and raises her brothers’ arms while the crowd continue to cheer. Kris Cruise: To their credit, the Keisters had the advantage for a bit thanks to some blatant cheating. But once the Elysian Empire overcame the numbers game and isolated one Keister sister from the other two, it was all downhill from there. Your winners, the Elysian Empire! I wonder if Rother was watching this from the back. Stephy Auger: I doubt that. I’m sure he’s still traumatized from being chased down by that freak, Prince Kamijo! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:08:12 GMT -5
Spencer Burke is seen backstage standing next to both Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith. They both are talking to each other as Spencer begins his interview. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: Tonight I’m here with both Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith, who are facing Camp Envi. Last week you two were part of the 6 man tag match and were up short in that affair. What do you two expect to do this time? Brian gives a hard rub of his face. Brian Stryker: Well Spence, it’s quite obvious. Last time, we let our guard down. So Marley was dead to begin with. Me and Noelle spent the past week discussing things from that match and what we could have done and will do better this time around. Sadie and Evan seem to have their own issue. Remember Sadie’s beef with me began because I took over Evan’s locker room for christ’s sake. Clearly something is all messed up in the head. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: Well they did hand you a loss in your debut. Clearly they were able to get inside yours. Brian Stryker: Man, I have lost many debut matches in my career. It’s not exactly big news. I like to believe it’s getting that first one out of the way. Now I’m focused, ready, and above all; pissed off. I’m not someone you wanna make angry. Sadie wants to say I need to be bleached out. I’m ruining this sport, blah blah blah blah blah. If I had a dollar for every time someone said that. The only way I’m leaving this industry is in a damn body bag. And tougher people than Sadie Freaking San Francisco have tried and guess what? I’m still here. Sure my knee is has almost no cartilage in it, I’m covered in bruises and scars, and I’m missing a tooth, but I’m still kicking and plan to be well into ripe old age. So bring tougher guns to the fight cause I don’t stay down. Brian takes a step back as Spencer moves over to Noelle. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: Noelle what about you? What do you hope to take out of this tag match tonight? Noelle speaks almost immediately even though her gaze at the start was towards one of the monitors showing what is going on ringside, and it’s clear she has been paying attention. Noelle Smith: Brian’s right, honestly. There’s something just off about that Sadie girl, a little more off than the rest of that California Dreaming cluster… well have you ever seen a picture of a ball of snakes in the swamp? Picture that on the beach instead. That’s them to start with and add on the tainted touch of Evan Envi? There’s a lot of issues going on with anyone that trusts Evan to start with. She turns to nod at Brian and then looks at Spencer. Noelle Smith: What I hope to take out of this match tonight Spencer is a pound of flesh. Not literally! I haven’t suddenly become a werewolf or something worse just because of our tour, but I want to take something from Evan that means something to him. I want to take away his victory, because he deserves to know that pain of having everything you want ripped from you and when you think it’s healed over, someone like him rips that bandage right off and exposes the raw nerves left. She sighs almost gently, and shakes her head. Noelle Smith: I really just want him to stop doing what he’s always done. I want him to stop trying to destroy every female wrestler around him, in his so-called quest to improve them and ‘get them there’. He could have killed Molly Reid and now while we all know he’s regretting tangling with her, but where does it end? When is it enough just for him to be himself? He’s a better wrestler than many would ever give him credit for but everyone just remembers that lip of his. Noelle pauses, and Spencer takes that time to speak. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: We all saw or heard about what you did after the latest Vertigo, blatantly attacking Evan with a… bedazzled kendo stick. Noelle Smith: Wasn’t that the most precious thing? Kamijo gave it to me. Her eyes lit up and she smiles wide. Noelle Smith: It was definitely in the top five favorite things I’ve gotten from him. That was really nice of you to bring that up Spencer. Burke pauses and then forges ahead. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: It just doesn’t seem like you, to just… Noelle holds up her hand, and shakes her head. Noelle Smith: I’ve swung kendo sticks in defense of myself after being attacked before, Spencer. I know people don’t like dwelling on the past when it doesn’t serve their own interests but anyone that didn’t see this coming forgot about that last time, and what they say about those that don’t know their history being doomed to repeat it? That’s still pretty true. Spencer Burke:Spencer Burke: What about the match last week, do you think coming up short there detracts from what you and Stryker might achieve here against Camp Envi? Noelle shakes her head again, and blows out a breath, making the fringe of her bangs move. Noelle Smith: Anyone can have an off night like that, and it was the first time any of us had worked with each other. I have no doubts this week will be much smoother because I tell you this. Evan? Doesn’t play well with others. Never has. He’s got major… trust issues. So I don’t doubt that he and Sadie have been training together, and working together, but how long before she hesitates a second longer than he’d like and he ends up blasting her in the face? Just think about that. It’s like he said, we’ve discussed that match, we’ve gone over what happened, and I believe we are far more ready than Camp Envi will ever give us credit for. Noelle steps back and then starts to move, heading away from Spencer. Noelle Smith: I like our chances tonight, so let us know what you think after the match, okay Spencer? Thanks for taking the time to talk with us. Brian who stayed behind a moment patted Spencer on the shoulder. Without another word Brian turned around and head off in the opposite direction, leaving Spencer alone as the camera fades out. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:08:36 GMT -5
A video plays, which begins with a clip of the coastline of Carmarthen Bay in South West Wales, shot from above. Within a few seconds, a female voice with a Welsh accent is heard. Voiceover: Cyhyd ag y gallaf gofio, yr wyf yn breuddwydio am fod wrestler proffesiynol. Ac yn fy mreuddwydion, yr wyf yn esgyn. After speaking in Welsh, the female then repeats herself, but this time she speaks in English. Voiceover: For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of being a professional wrestler. And in my dreams, I soared. The video changes to a clip that traverses the Brecon Beacons - a mountain range in South Wales. Voiceover: Y llynedd, daeth yr amser i mi gychwyn ar fy ngyrfa yn reslo. Ond yr wyf yn unig oedd wrestler lled-broffesiynol - reslo yn unig oedd yr hyn a wneuthum ar benwythnosau, gyda fi gorfod gweithio swydd dydd i allu cefnogi fy hun. Yr wyf yn ofni y gallwn i fod yn gaeth am byth, fel y ddraig o dan y mynydd - yr wyf yn ofni y gallwn i yn sownd gorfod gweithio swydd arall am byth, byth yn wir yn gallu cyfeirio at fy hun fel wrestler proffesiynol. As before, the female repeats herself in English. Voiceover: Last year, came the time for me to embark upon my career in wrestling. But I was only a semi-professional wrestler - wrestling was just what I did at weekends, with me having to work a day job to be able to support myself. I feared that I could be forever trapped, like the dragon under the mountain - I feared that I could be stuck having to work another job forever, never truly being able to refer to myself as a professional wrestler. The video switches to a view of Cardiff, showing the skyline in the Welsh capital. Voiceover: Nid oedd angen i mi boeni fodd bynnag, am y tro mae'r amser wedi dod i mi i ledaenu fy adenydd ac yn hedfan. Dwi ar fy ffordd i'r fan lle yr wyf yn gwybod y bydd fy ngyrfa reslo wir yn dechrau i gymryd i ffwrdd. Again, the preceding statement is repeated in English. Voiceover: I needn't have worried though, for now the time has come for me to spread my wings and fly. I'm on my way to a place where I know that my wrestling career will really begin to take off. The clips of some of the sights of Wales fade away to a blank, black screen. Voiceover: Rwy'n Lowri Moss, ac rwy'n ar fin i ddod â fy brand o steil cryf Prydain i Frontier Grappling Arts - I'm Lowri Moss, and I’m about to bring my brand of British strong style to Frontier Grappling Arts. A three word motto is then uttered, first in Welsh. Lowri Moss: Trên. Ymladd. Ennill. Before being repeated in English. Lowri Moss: Train. Fight. Win. Six words subsequently appear on screen: LOWRI MOSS
ARRIVING SOON IN FGA And after a few more seconds, the video ends. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:19:49 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage where we find a dejected Spencer Burke standing by with Ricky Valero.
Spencer Burke: Ricky Valero, you have a match coming up later on tonight. But before we move on to that, I’d like to talk to you about what you did last week in your return to FGA when you abandoned your tag partner, Owen Gonsalves, and left for him dead ag--
Ricky puts his hand in Spencer’s face and snatches the microphone right out of his hands.
Ricky Valero: Quiet, Spence. The adult is speaking now.
Spencer rolls his eyes as Ricky pushes him out of the picture and stands front and center on screen.
Ricky Valero: Somewhere along the way, I lost sight of the optimum goal here. Sure, I talked about it, but for too long, my focus has been on entertaining the fans. For some reason, I valued pleasing them every time I stepped foot in that ring and with my every action inside whatever arena we were housing that week. I have achieved countless successes in my career. I was the one that put the tag team division on his back last year, propped Luke Jackson up as if he was actually a talented competitor, ran roughshod through the Joker’s Wild Tournament and saved the FGA World Tag Team Championships from obscurity. I did that! And do you know what the fans gave me for all my efforts…
He pauses for an instant, setting his blue eyes on the camera in front of him.
Ricky Valero: NOTHING. Sure, they cheered me when I walked out to that ring. And they plead for my autograph after every show. But the minute I do something they disapprove of, their true heart was revealed.
He shrugs his shoulders.
Ricky Valero: What I did to Owen last week was the right thing to do. He needed to be taught a lesson. He needed to understand that when you disrespect the best wrestler in the world, there are repercussions for your actions. But the moment I stepped off that ring apron, the fans showed their true colors. I had their backs from the start, I gave them everything! I had been nothing but loyal! But they abandoned me in that very instant. And just like Owen, the fans proved to me that they are nothing but disrespectful, self-serving little punks. They used me just like Owen wanted to use me, and it opened my eyes to a cold, disappointing reality.
He sucks his teeth and bites the inside of his lip.
Ricky Valero: I know, I know. I was Owen’s idol. He has looked up to me since we shared a locker room at ESPN’s Wide World of Sports in Kissimmee. To him, I was God. But guess what? God is a vengeful son of a bitch, and he made a big mistake pissing off the big man. He should have been graveling at me feet. He should have worshipped in my presence. But instead, he chose to build himself and try to place himself way up there on the same pedestal with me.
Ricky shakes his head.
Ricky Valero: He might call himself The High Flyah Messiah, but Owen Gonsalves ain’t no Jesus Christ!
He sighs, pausing for a moment and taking a deep breath.
Ricky Valero: It’s my fault for allowing him to come here to FGA and think that he ever could be. It’s my fault for allowing him and those idiot fans to think they could use me for their own personal gain. Not anymore. No more pandering to the crowd. No more friendly insight to the young guns from the resident locker room veteran. For God’s sake, no more tag partners...No more Mr. Nice Guy.
He scoffs, frowning slightly and shaking his head as he looks down at his feet. Then, his eyes rise back up to the camera and that sly smirk creeps back across his face.
Ricky Valero: Thank you for reminding me of who I really am, Owen.
He pauses, staring daggers into the camera.
Ricky Valero: Now if you don’t mind, Spence, I have a match to prepare for with Dom Harter, and the last thing I want to do tonight is spend any more time looking at your big stupid face.
He snickers, handing the microphone over to Spencer and starting to exit the picture, but he stops on a dime as he brushes past the FGA interviewer and leans back into the microphone for a second. He winks at the camera.
Ricky Valero: It’s game time.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:20:20 GMT -5
Mistress Ai vs. Stunray The signature guitar riff of “Psycho” by Muse blasts into the excited air and a chorus of boos emanates from the sold out arena. The drums start pounding away and Stunray strides out onto the stage with his arms outstretched into the air. The camera zooms up to him as he stops dead center on the FGA stage. He moves his outstretched hands inward multiple times as if he’s asking for more negativity. He puts his arms down and begins to walk down the ramp towards the squared circle. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Rochester, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds.... STUUUUUUNRAAAAAY!!! He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring. He reaches it, climbs the stairs and walks along the ring apron. He lifts his arms again as he reaches the center of the apron and looks upwards towards the lights to the tune of an unimpressed crowd. He slowly drops his arms before climbing between the second and third ropes, into the ring. Kris Cruise: Stunray’s making his FGA debut here tonight again Mistress Ai. Stephy, what can you tell us about Stunray? Stephy Auger: Well from what I’ve gathered, he’s definitely a showman. That much is for certain. In terms of his in-ring style, he’s more on the grappling and technical side. I don’t know about you, but I think he matches up pretty well to Mistress Ai. "Reach Out" by Hilary Duff blares through the P.A. System as Ai bursts out from behind the curtain! As Ai stood at the entrance smoke began to erupt each side of her - soon shrouding her body as the fans waiting with a bit of anticipation. J.A. Aldridge: Making her way to the ring from Kyoto City, Kyoto, Japan she is the most amazing Hafu in the history of the human race...... The Mistress began to run through the smoke in the direction of ring slapping hands with some of the fans who were in attendance to see some amazing competition. Once Ai was close to the ring she slid into it. J.A. Aldridge: “MISTRESSSSSSS” AIIIIIIIIIIII!!!! Once Ai regained footing she ran towards one of the turnbuckles climbing up to the top of it as the crowd let out a wave of cheers for her. Well aware of her eccentric attitude and what it would bring to the squared circle. Ai then dropped down to await the start of the match. Kris Cruise: There’s been a bit of buzz around both Mistress Ai and her former tag team partner, the former Mr. Rottentreats, Jimmy Jam Ronie. There have been rumblings about them possibly reforming the Rising Circus. But thus far, we haven’t heard anything from either of them. So those rumors remain just that for now: rumors. Stephy Auger: If I’m Jimmy Jam Ronie and I’m shedding my clown past, why would I want to team back up with Mistress Ai? It’s not as if that Rising Circus team won the Tag gold. But who knows? Maybe I’m wrong Kris Cruise: It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been wrong. Stephy Auger: Excuse me? The bell sounds as Ai and Stunray lock up to start off the match. Ai quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Stunray is quick to shove her off of him and into the ropes. When Ai returns, Stunray knocks her down with a standing shoulder block. He tilts his head back and spreads his arms out, soaking in the boos from the crowd. He then drops down with a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ai kicks out. Kris Cruise: Bad mistake there by Ai! I know shoulder tackles normally don’t result in wins. But if you’ve knocked your opponent down, you stay on top of them! Stephy Auger: The man has been wrestling since 2001. That’s a full decade before this company even started. I’m sure the man knows what he’s doing. Lighten up. Stunray brings Ai back to her feet and delivers an arm wrench. After Ai refuses to quit, Stunray delivers another arm wrench before angling her wrist to apply more pressure. The ref checks back in with Ai, asking if she wants to give up. But the Mistress refuses. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up, cartwheels over, slaps Stunray’s hands from off her wrist and follows up with a dropsault that knocks him down. After Stunray gets back to his feet, the crowd continues to cheer as Ai brings him down with an arm drag. Stunray returns to his feet. But Ai returns him to the mat with another arm drag. After Stunray gets back up, Ai grabs him and goes for an irish whip. Stunray reverses, sending the Mistress into the ropes. When Ai returns, she slides through Stunray’s legs. When Stunray turns around, Ai pops back to her feet and throws out a kick to the midsection. But it gets caught! Stunray then swings Ai away from her before quickly grabbing her from behind and going for a belly to back suplex. But Ai is able to roll over his shoulder and lands on her feet. She then quickly turns and runs into the ropes. When Stunray turns around, he gets knocked down by a cross body block. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray kicks out. Kris Cruise: See that!? Even with as eccentric as Ai can get, even she knocks how to take advantage of a downed opponent! Ai brings Stunray back to his feet and slaps on a standing armbar. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But he refuses. So Ai delivers an arm wrench that causes Stunray to wince in pain. Ai then delivers another arm wrench in one direction before delivering another arm wrench in the opposite direction. The pain causes Stunray to drop down to a knee. The ref checks up on Stunray and asks again if he’d like to give up. But Stunray refuses. Stunray then returns to a vertical base, takes his free hand and uses it to move Ai across the ring and over towards the corner. While he’s got Ai pressed up against the turnbuckles, then ref gives both grapplers until the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Ai slowly breaks the armbar. Once she’s got her arms in the air, Stunray quickly takes advantage and nails her with a punch to the midsection. The crowd boos as Ai is doubled over. He then stands Ai back up and delivers three knife edge chops before whipping her into the opposite corner. Stunray then charges across the ring and… *BOP!Delivers another knife edge chop. The sound from the last chop resembles a gun being fired. While Ai guards her chest with one arm, Stunray brings her from out of the corner before whipping her into the far ropes. When Ai returns, Stunray knocks her down with a dropkick to the chest. The boos continue as he brings Ai back to her feet before doubling her over with a punch to the midsection. After applying a loose front facelock, Stunray lifts Ai up and delivers a vertical suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ai kicks out. Kris Cruise: Stunray’s got the advantage once again. This time, he’s following up and keeping on his opponent. Which is what he should be doing because Ai is no joke in that ring. Stunray brings Ai back to her feet before returning her to the mat with a snap suplex. Once Stunray gets back to a vertical base, he drops three consecutive elbows across Ai’s chest. After the last elbow, he turns over and makes the cocky cover and counters along with the ref. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ai gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Stunray showing off once again. Stephy Auger: Hey, he’s got the advantage. Why not gloat? Kris Cruise: Why? That gloating may come back to bite him, that’s why. Stephy Auger: Doubtful. Stunray picks up Ai and whips her into the ropes. When Ai returns, Stunray throws out a running clothesline. But Ai ducks and runs into the far ropes. When they both return towards the center of the ring, the crowd cheers as Ai knocks him down with a jumping forearm strike. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray kicks out. Kris Cruise: Ai caught him flush across the jaw there, but it only got two. Ai brings Stunray back to his feet and goes for an irish whip. But Stunray reverses, sending Ai into the ropes. When Ai returns, the crowd boos when Stunray lifts her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster. He then rolls across Ai as he looks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Ai gets her shoulder up. Stunray then looks over at the ref and claps his hand three times. Stephy Auger: I thought it was a little slow, too. Kris Cruise: It was not a slow count. Stunray brings Ai back to her feet before throwing her down with a scoop slam. He then heads to the outside before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Stephy Auger: Stunray’s looking to put this baby away, Cruise. Once Ai returns to her feet and turns around, Stunray leaps off and connects with a top rope cross body block… … but Ai rolls through it! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Stunray kicks out. Stephy Auger: Ai nearly stole that victory! After both grapplers returns to their feet, Stunray runs over and knocks Ai down with a running clothesline. He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ai gets her shoulder up. Stunray brings Ai back to her feet and goes for an irish whip. But Ai reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Stunray returns, he sees Ai setting up for a back body drop. So he counters with a sunset flip. But Ai rolls through it before running over and knocking him down with a stiff kick to the chest. After Stunray‘s back bounces off the mat and he sits back up, Ai knocks him down with another stiff kick to the chest. After Stunray’s back bounces off the mat and he sits back up, Ai flattens him with a front dropkick to the face. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Stunray gets his shoulder up. Ai picks up Stunray and sends him into the corner with a forward palm strike. She then takes Stunray and goes for an irish whip. But Stunray reverses, sending Ai into the corner. He then runs, jumps and goes for the Stunray Splash (stinger splash). But Ai moves out of the way, causing him to crash into the corner to cheers from the crowd. As Stunray stumbles back, Ai grabs him from behind before bringing him down with a falling neckbreaker. She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Stunray gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for the Mistress. Stunray’s trying to get that first win while Ai’s looking to build some momentum off of last week’s win. Ai picks up Stunray and delivers a series of Battlegrounds Uppercuts before running into the ropes. When Ai returns, she throws out the Gamma Ray Burst (running bicycle kick). But Stunray catches her foot! He then swings Ai’s leg away from him. But When Ai comes back, she brings him down with a leaping reverse STO! Ai picks up Stunray and whips him into the ropes. When Ai returns, she knocks him down with a Gamma Ray Burst to the chest. She then stands next to Stunray’s head before slowly removing one of her sparkling arm sleeves. Kris Cruise: You know what’s coming next, Stephy! Ai tosses the sleeve into the crowd before running into the ropes. After running the ropes twice, Ai delivers The Dynastic Elbow to a roar of cheers. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheer when “Reach Out” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, MISTRESS AI! The crowd continues to cheer as Mistress Ai gets her arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Mistress Ai picks up another win, bringing her to 2-0 in her FGA comeback, Stephy. Stephy Auger: It was a good win, Cruise. I’ll give you that. But it’s still only two wins. Two! I’m not about to crown her just yet. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:21:51 GMT -5
The cameras cut backstage to where Jessie Pederson is standing backstage with a microphone in hand in front of the FGA logo plastered on the wall behind.
Jessie Pederson: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome my guest this evening, one of the newest signees to FGA, Daniel Widdel.
A confident Daniel steps into the frame all dressed in his wrestling gear ready for his match that was next.
Jessie Pederson: Let me be the first to welcome you aboard to FGA.
Daniel Widdel: Thank you, I really appreciate having a pretty woman like you to welcome me here.
Daniel rubbed his beard eyeing up Jessie, obviously using his charm on her. In response, Jessie acted colyly towards Daniel’s gaze towards her as she proceeded with the interview.
Jessie Pederson: You’re wrestling your debut match up next against Jimmy Jam Ronie. What is your strategy going to your debut match? And how do you believe you can make an impact in FGA?
Daniel Widdel: Since my signing to FGA I’ve been observing the talent here. And the most ironic thing is that the name Jimmy Jam Ronie never caught my attention. From what I’ve heard, he’s an ex-clown guy who wants to make a change. I personally, never been a fan of any kind of clowns. I especially those Insane Clown Posse types, what are they usually called? Juggalos?
Jessie timidly nodded her head to show Daniel that he was correct about the term Juggalos.
Daniel Widdel: But you know, Jimmy finally came off a big win in his return at the last Vertigo. He showed a lot of confidence and did what he was going to do. But now it all comes down to me if I can knock him down a notch. I can’t give away too much of my strategy Jessie but Jimmy Peanut Butter and Jam better be careful who he he’s trying to clown around.
Daniel winked to play off his joke he just made. Jessie half-smiled pretending to find the joke funny.
Daniel Widdel: But on a serious note, I’m extremely thrilled to finally have the chance here to lace up my boots once again. I see it as an opportunity to be in the role of the explorer as I start my journey in FGA. I’m in an environment of a different breed of men and women I’ve never wrestled before an…
Daniel abruptly stops and stares off camera. He looks confused, shocked and guarded all at the same time. The camera pans to show Stunray, fresh off his debut loss to Mistress Ai. Stunray moves closer to Daniel and Jessie. A thick fog of awkwardness has filled the previously playful and fun air. No one speaks until..
Stunray: Hey Daniel!
Stunray smiles from ear to ear and tilts his head to the side.
Stunray: Wow, just SO great to see you. I didn’t know that you were a part of FGA!
Daniel stares at Stunray, obviously confused by the Numbah One Stunnah’s happy demeanor. Jessie, obviously ignorant of the two wrestlers’ past, chimes in.
Jessie Pederson: Oh, you guys know each other?
Stunray grits his teeth together and forces a smile.
Stunray: Haha yeah! Daniel and I go WAY back. Don’t we?
Daniel finally forces a short response. The excitement in his voice is completely gone.
Daniel Widdel: Yep, we sure do.
Stunray smiles and nods.
Stunray: Well, I really can’t tell you how great it is to see an old friend here in my new home, the FGA! Maybe we’ll run into each other again, bud.
Stunray begins to leave and gives Daniel a hard pat on the back as he walks by, hard enough to make Daniel flinch as Stunray’s hand comes into contact with him. Stunray turns away from the two and his extremely fake smile turns into a very real frown. He leaves the camera shot as Daniel and Jessie try to make sense of what just happened.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:22:15 GMT -5
The top half of an AbominationZ patch on the back of a tattered denim vest cuts through the dissipating static. The jovial voice of Jimmy Jam Ronie drowns out the white noise; pointing out the small chance someone notices the patch. Jimmy Jam Ronie: “Don’t worry, it was my uncle’s.” The camera pulls back. Jimmy Jam Ronie is staring out into the Eugene, Oregon sunrise. Drawing in a deep breath and letting out a lengthy sigh; Ronie begins. Jimmy Jam Ronie: “Questions. That’s all I’ve been getting from friend and foe alike. What’s with all the name changes? Will the Circus Rise again?!” A light chortle escapes Ronie; as he slides his fingers through his hair. Jimmy Jam Ronie: “Mr. Rottentreats was signed over as an exclusive property to you know who, you know where. Let’s leave it at that. As for my lovely Mistress and I. A lot can change in a year, but a lot can stay the same.” Jimmy Jame Ronie turns to face the camera; continuing. Jimmy Jam Ronie: “Time for more pressing matters. The right now eef ya wheel. Daniel Widdel. The Windsor Wonder! As in by the time you’re watching this Daniel Widdel is preparing for our match, wondering what he’s gotten himself into. The murmurs backstage, the tweets from the FGA fans. The very same fans who chanted those fateful words. Please. Don’t. Go. Good news. I. Came. Back.” Stroking his chin; Ronie continues. Jimmy Jam Ronie: “Don’t get it twisted. I didn’t come back for the fans. I came back because of a goal I’ve set. And when it comes to goals, I always achieve them. Unfortunately for Daniel Widdel, I have to go through him to continue down the path to achievement. What is that goal? Like I’ma tell you.” |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:23:05 GMT -5
Jimmy Jam Ronie vs. Daniel Widdel Acoustic chords of "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots echo through the sound system. When the hard hitting chorus hits, Daniel Widdel steps on stage. He extends out his arms out to his sides leaning his head back soaking in the positive reaction from the fans. Daniel lowers his arms to pause for a moment to take in everything. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Windsor, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is “Mr. Right Now”, DANIEL WIIIIIIDDELLLLLLL!!! Daniel eyed the ring while he walked down the walkway. Daniel jumped onto the apron and sprung himself over the top rope. Daniel went to the furthest right turnbuckle and inaudible shouted out to pump up the fans and himself. He jumped down the turnbuckle and stood in the ring. Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel’s making his FGA in-ring debut tonight. But we’ve got to talk about that awkward meeting that took place just moments ago backstage. Stephy Auger: Yeah, Widdel was being interviewed by Jessie Pederson when Stunray appeared. These two apparently know each other from somewhere. What the deal with them is, I don’t know. But things definitely got weird as soon as he and Widdel came face to face. “Right now it’s time to…” Jimmy Jam Ronie bursts through the curtain; shouting into the nearest camera. “KICK OUT THE JAMS *CENSORED*!!!” A loud beep drowns out the expletive and a black bar covers his mouth. The neon clad grappler throws himself back first into the guard rail. Jimmy Jam Ronie jumps back into the center of the aisle as soon as a fan pats him on the shoulder. Putting his dukes up, he shouts “YOU DON’T DESERVE TO TOUCH ME!” J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from the backroads of your mind! Weighing in at 217 pounds… JIMMYYYYYY JAAAAAAM ROOOOOONIEEEEEEE!!! After adjusting his tattered and patch covered jean vest he takes a running start; before leaping over the bottom rope and rolling to his feet. Ronie quickly steps up to the center of the bottom rope. placing his right foot on the middle rope; he berates the fans at ringside. Kris Cruise: Jimmy Jam Ronie was successful last week in his match against Jason Aries. Now he’s looking to go 2-0 with a win over Widdel tonight. Stephy Auger: If Widdel is still thinking about Stunray and not Ronie, then the former clown could definitely pick up the win. The bell sounds as Ronie and Widdel lock up. After jockeying for position, Ronie gains the advantage with an arm wrench to the left arm. The ref checks in with Widdel and asks him if he wants to give up. When Widdel refuses, Ronie tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. He then delivers another arm wrench before applying a standing armbar. The pain from the moves causes Widdel to drop down to one knee. Kris Cruise: Ronie’s going right after Widdel’s left shoulder. Stephy Auger: Well Widdel put a target right on it as soon as he came out wearing the compression tape. The ref checks back in with Widdel and asks him if he wants to give up. But again, Widdel refuses. After getting back to his feet, he uses his free arm to move Ronie into the ropes. The ref then gives both men until the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Ronie slowly lets go of the armbar… and then quickly pokes Widdel in the eye. The crowd boos as Widdle turns and moves away from Ronie. But Ronie stays on the attack. He quickly hammerlocks Widdel’s left arm, runs towards the corner and throws him shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. After Widdel crumbles from out of the corner, Ronie makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Widdel kicks out. Kris Cruise: Widdel recovered from a shoulder injury that took place in June of last year. Ronie definitely did his homework and is looking to see how well that shoulder holds up. Ronie picks up Widdel, takes him by the left arm and delivers another arm wrench. This time, Widdel rolls forward, turns over onto his knees, flips over with a headstand and counters with an arm wrench of his own. Ronie then quickly uses his free arm to move Widdel into the ropes. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… As soon as Widdel releases the submission, Ronie goes for a cheapshot. But Widdel blocks the punch and counters with a punch of his own. The crowd cheers as he nails Ronie with three more punches before sending him into the ropes with an irish whip. When Ronie returns, Widdel sets up for a back body drop. But Ronie counters with a kick to the left shoulder. After Widdel stands up, Ronie doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before tossing him through the ropes and to the floor. While Widdel stirs out on the floor, Ronie steps out onto the apron and begins waving him up. Once Widdel returns to his feet and faces the ring, Ronie knocks him down with an Arabian Press moonsault. Kris Cruise: Ronie with a high risk move and it pays off! Stephy Auger: I think he came down across Widdel’s shoulder, too. Ronie picks up Widdel and rolls him back inside. After sliding back in, he grabs Widdel by the legs and drags him into position underneath the bottom rope. After he hooks both arms around Widdel’s legs, the crowd boo when Ronie catapults Widdel throat-first into the bottom rope. He then drags Widdel away from the ropes before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Widdel kicks out. Kris Cruise: That didn’t get the pin. But man, did that hurt. Stephy Auger: I don’t think the fans at home realize just how hard those ropes are and how they can easily be used as a weapon in any match. Ronie picks up Widdel and goes for an irish whip. But Widdel reverses, sending Ronie into the corner. After touching his throat, Widdel runs into the corner. But Ronie knocks him back with a back elbow. Ronie then runs from out of the corner and hits a Rotten Rana, sending Widdel shoulder-first into the turnbuckles. Ronnie then turns him over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Widdel gets his leg on the bottom rope. Ronie picks up Widdel, brings him down with a snapmare and then runs into the ropes. When Ronie returns, he goes for a sliding lariat. But Widdel leans back to avoid then lariat, then quickly sits up and catches Ronie in a crucifix neck crank. Kris Cruise: How about that slick counter from Widdel!? Ronie can be heard groaning in pain as Widdel gets the hold locked on. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. When Ronie refuses, Widdel begins to crank away at his neck. Kris Cruise: Widdel giving Ronie a taste of his own medicine right here. He’s really working for that submission. But I’m sure he can’t apply the full pressure that he wants due to the shoulder. Ronie begins to slowly scoot himself towards the side of the ring. Just as he’s about to reach his leg out towards the ropes, Widdel transitions over into a grounded crucifix pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ronie kicks out. Kris Cruise: In the scouting report, it said that Widdle was quick with the submissions and we just saw that right there. Stephy Auger: I guess Ronie isn’t the only one with tricks up his sleeve. After both grapplers return to their feet, Widdel runs over and throws Ronie down with an STO. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ronie gets his shoulder up. As Widdel brings Ronie back to his feet, Ronie shoves him away to create some distance between the two. When Widdel marches back over towards him, Ronie throws out a kick to the midsection. But Widdel catches it, swings Ronie’s leg away from him, grabs Ronie from behind and throws him down with a belly to back side slam. Widdel clutches his left arm before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ronie gets his shoulder up. Widdel picks up Ronie and goes for an irish whip. But Ronie reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Widdel returns, he throws out a running clothesline. But Ronie ducks as Widdel’s momentum sends him into the ropes. When Widdel returns, Ronie throws him down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Ronie returns to his feet and circles Widdel before delivering stomps to each extremity. But instead of ending with a boot scrape, the crowd boos when Ronie ends with repeated stomps to Widdel’s left shoulder. He then drops down and presses Widdel’s right arm against the canvas as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Widdel kicks out. Stephy Auger: Ronie’s really working over that arm. Every time that Widdel starts to get a little momentum, Ronie goes right back to targeting the shoulder and swings the match back in his favor. Ronie picks Widdel and whips him into the ropes. When Widdel returns, Ronie sets up for a back body drop. But Widdel stops and counters with a lifting sitout double underhook facebuster. But instead of making the cover, Widdel lays back from exhaustion. He then reaches over and clutches his arm. While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! After both grapplers return to their feet, Widdel takes Ronie and whips him into the ropes. When Ronie returns, Widdel knocks him down with a running clothesline. Ronie returns to his feet. But Widdel is quick to return him to the mat with another running clothesline. After Ronie gets back up, Widdel doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before delivering an implant DDT. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ronie gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ronie got dropped right on his noggin, but it only gets two. Stephy Auger: A man with Ronie’s past has been dropped on his head plenty of times. It’ll take more than that to keep him down for the three count. Widdel takes Ronie and whips him hard chest-first into the turnbuckle. As Ronie stumbles back, the crowd cheers as Widdel throws him down with an inverted powerslam. He then pulls Ronie over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ronie gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Mr. Right Now. Widdel picks up Ronie, delivers an irish whips and runs into an adjacent set of ropes. After they crisscross three times, Ronie yells out, “I’M THE FOOT, BITCH!” before delivering a running big boot to Widdel’s left shoulder. The crowd boos as he drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Widdel gets his right shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ronie again targets the shoulder of Widdel. But it only gets a count of two. Ronie brings Widdel into the corner and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. Stephy Auger: This is about to be it right here, Cruise. He’s got Widdel right where he wants him. If he hits a Ronie Rana from off the top, it’s over. The crowd boos as Ronie scales to the top turnbuckle, hops onto Widdel’s shoulders and goes for an avalanche Ronie Ronie. But Widdel blocks it! After pulling Ronie back up, Widdel stands up on the middle ropes before jumping off and delivering a sitout powerbomb. Kris Cruise: What a move by Widdel! Widdel brings a groggy ROnie from out of the corner before delivering the Emulsion Down (inverted overdrive). The crowd cheers as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheer when “Nothing Personal” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, DANIEL WIDDEL! The crowd continues to cheer as Widdel gets his right arm raised. Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel picks up the victory here tonight over Jimmy Jam Ronie! Stephy Auger: I thought it was over! Ronie was just one move away from putting this one away. But Widdel was somehow able to counter into a sitout powerbomb from off the second rope. Then you saw what happened at the end there... Kris Cruise: A good, hard fought win by Daniel Widdel. You know he’s got to be feeling about coming back from an injury and picking up the win tonight. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:23:31 GMT -5
We cut to the back where we see Sadie San Francisco pacing nervously back and forth in Camp Envi’s locker room. Envi is seated on a folded chair a few feet away from her and from the audio blaring from his iPhone, it’s clear that he is watching Brian Stryker and Noelle Smith’s interview from earlier in the evening with Spencer Burke. As it reaches its end, Sadie groans aloud, shooting a look at her tag team partner.
Sadie San Francisco: Bring tougher guns to the fight. The audacity of that motherfu..
Evan raises his eyebrows at Sadie as a warning and Sadie sighs, halting mid-sentence.
Sadie San Francisco: Whatever. He started this. He acts like this was just about a locker room but would he have done that to just anybody? No. Would he have done that crap to Noelle? Hell no. He went out of his way to disrespect you and your personal space. He wanted a fight anyway so what’s wrong with giving him one? Brian Stryker gets his ass kicked and literally zero percent of the world loses sleep.
Evan angles his head, arching just a single brow at Sadie this time before turning his attention back to his phone.
Sadie San Francisco: I know it’s my own problem. But it still wouldn’t have happened without you. I mean-- if it comes down to it, does it really matter which one of our faces he spat in, Evan?
Evan’s eyes raise from his phone and back up toward Sadie.
Evan Envi: …?
Sadie San Francisco: Yes, figuratively.
Evan rolls his eyes back down toward his phone.
Sadie San Francisco: Last week was because their team looked better in the ring than they actually functioned. YOU can’t take this lightly. WE cannot take this lightly. If we go out there and Stryker and Noelle make us eat sh--
Evan places a hand over Sadie’s mouth, but she quickly slaps it away.
Sadie San Francisco: --then we’re just like anyone else. If they kick our ass then we’re just like any other stupid, half-assed tag team that waltzed through this place, collecting all the paychecks and none of the accolades. I’d rather not, Evan.
Evan narrows his eyes at Sadie as she leans forward so she’s nose-to-nose with him as he sits in his chair.
Sadie San Francisco: I don’t know what it is you want with Noelle. But…
Sadie sighs, shaking her head.
Sadie San Francisco: I can’t stand her. I… cannot… stand her. So do me a favor.
Envi raises a brow.
Sadie San Francisco: Let’s not drag this out. Let’s not play games. Let’s not make mistakes. Let’s cut this short tonight and eliminate both of our problems now instead of waiting for more cameras and more eyes. They think that this is just some one-off, temporary tag team of the week, but they have no idea. Let’s send a message to the entire division through them, in the most horrific, violent, possible f… freaking way…
Envi looks back at Sadie with a hint of uncertainty. A small smile crosses Sadie's lips as she stands upright, still looking down at him. Envi reaches a hand to the back of his neck, which is without tape and bandages for the first time since Final Frontier. His gaze falls toward the ground for a few moments before he lowers his hands and nods a bit, finally looking back up at Sadie with a look of bitterness at the thought of their opponents-- yet, still, a look of determination-- as we fade away.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:24:21 GMT -5
Having returned home after F WA’s brief trip to the other side of the equator, and having spent the past week trying to get the jetlag out of their systems and remind themselves that it is winter in January, we catch up with Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum in their locker room, although the atmosphere is a little colder than usual - and that has nothing to do with Oregon’s weather Even though Cherry appears to be at ease, rattling off a few dozen characters per second as she checks her phone, yet in spite of this Karma is clearly concerned with his companion’s well being - which is not surprising, considering there is still a little discolouration on the side of Cherry’s face from the bruise inflicted by Izzy Anders’ attack a couple of shows ago Johnny Karma: Are you sure you’re okay to be here tonight? Pausing from machine gunning her touchscreen for a second, Cherry looks up towards Karma with smile, although it’s certainly a little dulled compared to the usual radiant smiles she has Cherry Baum: Don’t worry about it, J-K, I’m a bigger girl than people give me credit for. Cherry flashes Karma another smile, although it fails to mask her eyes aren’t as committed to the front as her lips are - although it’s clear that Karma can see through it Cherry Baum: I know it sucks what Izzy did, and believe me I am looking forward to seeing you give her a handful of receipt, but you can’t lose focus on what you need to do. You’ve got a match tonight, and what with all the travel and the jetlag and everything else that’s enough to throw a lot of people off their game… Nodding in agreement, Karma picks up where Cherry was leading the conversation Johnny Karma: Believe me, I know what is waiting for me tonight, and I know full well that Savannah Taylor has been investing some stock in Izzy Anders because she sees her as a way to boost her career, and that’s the part which has me focused: I know she’s not Izzy, but all the same I know that she’s someone that sees Izzy as a comrade, and after the year I had I have had enough of brothers in arms or whatever else they call themselves stomping over everything that means something to me. Pausing for a second, the fire that Karma just showed seems to lose its heat and intensity as something pops into his mind Johnny Karma: I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you in the one moment you needed it most, it’s just… Letting out a frustrated gasp, Karma can’t put his thoughts into words...so rather than finish his train of thought, instead Karma just marches towards the locker room door and flings it open Cherry Baum: Wait, where are you going? Looking over his shoulder, Karma sort of answers Johnny Karma: Stay here, I’ve got something that needs doing. Closing the door behind him, Karma marches out into the hallway with a determined look on his face and he knows exactly what he has in mind as he marches in the direction of the entranceway As he passes various backstage personnel and steps into the shadowy area on the other side of the curtain, he is about to step through to enter the arena to say his piece - yet Izzy Anders steps out of the shadows to interrupt him Izzy Anders: Boo. She leaps out at Karma, which puts the man on guard, but he readies a fighting stance if anything. Izzy laughs heartily at the sight of Karma frazzled, but she remains a good bit away from him. She then brandishes her weapon of choice, a black baseball bat. She hangs on a shoulder, presenting to Karma, just in case he got any funny ideas. Izzy Anders: What was about to happen there, Karma? Were you about to head out there and huff and puff about what happened to poor Cherry? She peers over his shoulder. Izzy Anders: Huh, she’s not in tow with you. I guess you kept the damaged goods in the back. Kept her from me. Hm, I saw some of the images of her. That bruise is pretty nasty. FGA does have some quality microphones. She trails off, but then readjusts. Izzy Anders: Since people don’t like the idea of confrontation, I thought I’d break the mold and meet you here. Now, now, you can drop that-- The bat raises, motioning to Karma’s stance. Izzy Anders: If I wanted to hurt you, you would be on the ground just like Cherry was. But along with a puddle of blood underneath you. Originally, I planned on waiting until later tonight. My best friend here, Savannah Taylor, was going to fight you and probably win on her own accord, but I wanted to come out there and make her victory certain. I would hit her once and cause the disqualification. I would ask FGA management to reverse the decision. They wouldn’t, obviously. But as I thought it out, I realized something. She shrugs. Izzy Anders: You would just knock me to the ground. You’d give me an ass beating that I wasn’t ready for. I would have been unprepared and I would have embarrassed myself. All for the sake of a single question. She glistens brightly as she says her key point. Izzy Anders: What would any of that change? She lets a moment of silence fall between them. She then adjusts the bat back into an offensive position. Izzy Anders: We don’t have to fight tonight. As we stand here, you should already know what would happen. There’s a beat of silence between the two as Karma mulls what Izzy said, and in that moment he flicks his attention between Izzy and her bat - but then he takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two, not dropping his stance as Izzy requested Johnny Karma: I don’t want to fight you. For a moment Karma pauses, just long enough for a grin to creep across the corner of Izzy’s mouth, yet just as she thinks she’s got inside Karma’s head he continues Johnny Karma: ...the thing about a fight is that both people walk away at the end of it, even if one of them needs someone to help them walk away. If there’s one thing I don’t want to see it’s Savannah Taylor or whoever else offering you a shoulder so you can hobble out of there. No, what I want to see is someone look at you and think it’s not worth the effort, not just because they know they can’t help you, but because they realize you are not worth the effort. It appears that maybe Karma’s words stung Izzy a little bit, that is until she raises her bat and uses it to tap Karma on the shoulder, letting him know she could’ve done a whole lot worse Izzy Anders: Oh but they will know I’m worth the effort, because they’ll know what happens to people who cross me. People like… Izzy moves the bat from Karma’s shoulder so she’s pointing it like an accusing finger directly in Karma’s face Izzy Anders: … you. Having had enough of this, Karma places a hand on the bat and pushes it out of his face, giving him a second of having Izzy stood in front of him with no means of defense Johnny Karma: Johnny Cannon said the same thing, and where is he now? Rather than continue this back-and-forth, Karma thinks better of it and heads back in the direction of his locker room, yet Izzy watches him the entire time he walks away, slinging the black bat over her shoulder as she watches. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 22, 2017 23:33:38 GMT -5
We come back from commercial break to go backstage. There, clad in a gray hooded sweatshirt and a pair of jeans with a cup of coffee in his hands is “The Minimalist” himself, Blake Rogers. Blake looks down at his coffee for a few moments, then shakes his head with a wide and somewhat shitty grin.
Blake Rogers: O………M………F……….G.
He sighs and rolls his eyes as he takes a sip from his styrofoam cup and then and then places it down on a big black case that looks like it’s used for equipment.
Blake Rogers: Just when I think you couldn’t be anymore of a cry baby, just when I think that you just couldn’t be anymore of a prima donna, what did you do, Julian Tijerina?
He shakes his head and looks down the hall for a moment before turning his gaze back to the camera with a sneer.
Blake Rogers: You’ve bitched so much that you’ve damned near made the Kardashians bearable. Now, I shouldn’t be standing here before the world uttering your name because the fact of the matter is that I don’t have a damned thing left to prove to you, Julian. We’ve gotten into the ring twice and I’ve beaten you both times. That’s the gist of it. If you want to dig deeper, I didn’t just beat you. I outsmarted you and out maneuvered you in this game of chess that we call wrestling. But that shouldn’t be a surprise. Because I am a ring warrior. I live this sport. I breathe this sport. Professional wrestling is my life. But you?
He gives us a snicker and raises the corner of his lips up as he nods at the camera.
Blake Rogers: You’re just a pretty boy who’s obsessed with everything but what really matters out there in that ring. Even now, you’re upset at me and blaming me for your shortcomings. Let’s cut the crap now and get things straight, Julian. I’ve never been one to beat around the bush and I’m not going to start now. Let’s call a spade a spade. The reason that you lost out there last week in that six man tag and the reason that you lost back at Final Frontier isn’t because I stole anything from you. It’s because you just can’t cut it, amigo.
He pauses for a moment and then raises up his left hand with a sigh.
Blake Rogers: I apologize for being that blunt, but it’s the hard truth. Have you wondered why you’re on the skid you are, Julian? Have you ever just sat down and thought about why you slip lower and lower in the power rankings week after week? It’s not because of me. It’s because for all of your hype and all of your talk, you just can’t get the job done. You don’t need to take my word for that, either. Just go find Maria. I’m sure she’d tell you that, too.
He gets a kick out of this jab and chuckles briefly before he picks up his cup of coffee and nods a few times before speaking again.
Blake Rogers: But instead of being a man, shouldering the responsibility and the blame and trying to improve yourself and get out of this little losing streak you’re on, you blame me. Well, go ahead. Put that blame on me. Why don’t you blame me for Trump being elected while you’re at it. Hell, why don’t you just go ahead and blame me for the Dallas Cowboys losing in the final moments of the game last weekend to the Packers because you’re on quite the roll when it comes to pointing the finger at me.
He shakes his head slowly once and then raises an eyebrow.
Blake Rogers: But if you want to go at it one more time, Julian, let’s do it. You want to make me beautiful? Well there’s something that I want too. I want to beat you so bad, I want to outwrestle, outthink and outmove you so much that you have no choice but to look in that mirror the day after and accept the reality that you’re not nearly the man that you think you are and that you’re nowhere close to being the wrestler that I am.
He shrugs a shoulder and takes a contemplative sip of his coffee.
Blake Rogers: I know it, deep down I’m sure that you know it. But I’m going to leave no room for excuses. If you think that this is rock bottom for you, Julian, you ain’t seen nothing yet.
He snickers and takes another sip of his coffee before nodding at the camera.
Blake Rogers: Adios, amigo.
With that, we go back to the ring and get ready for our next match...
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