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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:29:39 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:36:46 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 
FedEx Forum
Memphis, TNThe video fades to an outside shot of the FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee. 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... Kris Cruise: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Vertigo! I’m on a new level I’m on it, I’m on it As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson emerges from the back with her Undisputed Championship on her shoulder. Unsurprisingly, given the ending of Grapple Kingdom there are an unusual amount of boos that also greet her. She comes to a stop atop the walkway, glancing around and taking in the reception before giving the crowd a warm smile. She continues on down the ramp, working from side to side with a big smile as she slaps the hands of fans along the way. She gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron, mouthing the words and bouncing to the music as she makes her way around the side, towards the middle. She turns and faces her crowd, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in the reception. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring and making her way over towards the opposite turnbuckle. She quickly hops up and holds her arms out, drawing a reaction from that side of the crowd as well. She hops down and walks over asking for a mic as the music dies down. Cordelia Stevenson: Allow me to tell you a story… She begins, the crowd slowly dying down as the champ begins to speak. She paces around the ring, glancing out at the audience in attendance and sensing that she has their utmost attention. She understands that there are probably many questions running through their minds. Cordelia Stevenson: … the story of a girl that never gave up when so many thought that she should; the story of a girl who had a dream, and through sheer will and persistence fought tooth and nail to make that very dream… come true. Despite the setbacks, despite the countless roadblocks… despite the failures, the injuries, despite her career nearly being ENDED… despite it ALL… she still found a way to overcome the odds. Her journey was far from easy. It was one that most probably would have given up on. It would have been easy to listen to the doubters… to the naysayers… to those constantly feeding and providing negative energy and doubts all in hopes to crush her spirits. It would have been easy to succumb to her own fears… She scoffs. Cordelia Stevenson: Hell, at one point she did; as a matter of fact, the hardest thing she ever had to do was overcome that fear and overcome her own insecurities to finally stand before you all as a World Champion. The crowd breaks out into a light round of applause causing Cordy to smile. Cordelia Stevenson: That moment was probably one of the greatest moments of her life. Something she’d chased for so long… something that she’d wanted so badly… something that had continuously eluded her time and time again, was finally hers, and it was a feat that no one could take away from her! She makes a sweeping motion with her hand, but then slowly the smile on Cordelia’s face begins to fade as she stops pacing around the ring. Cordelia Stevenson: But they tried to. She shakes her head a sincere look of hurt on her face now. Cordelia Stevenson: No matter where she turned, she was met with the accusations that what she’d done simply hadn’t been good enough. Despite everything she went through, despite all the hardships she’d overcome … the very company that she worked for didn’t even have the decency to acknowledge her as their one and only true world champion. Even they told her, not with words but by their actions… that everything she’d done just hadn’t been good enough. They felt that she hadn’t done enough to earn that distinction… so, what did she do? Cordelia removes the title from her shoulder and hoists it into the air. Cordelia Stevenson: She left…. no… doubts. The crowd thunders its approval at this, a chant of “Un-dis-puted” breaking out across the arena. Cordelia Stevenson: I understand that some people don’t want to see me here. I used to hear all this talk that Cordelia Stevenson was the chosen one… no… Cordelia Stevenson was the one that they loved seeing in the bridesmaid dress, but never as the bride. And this right here? The sight of me here, with the Undisputed Championship? It’s probably making a lot of people sick to their stomachs, but you know what? That’s ok, because I didn’t do this for them. I did this for me, and for all of you that have stood beside me through the storms. THIS moment right here is something that absolutely NO ONE can take from us… The crowd thunders once more, but Cordelia quickly holds up her index finger telling them to hold on. Cordelia Stevenson: … even though they tried to. Because that is exactly what Chandler Scott was, and who better to play that role than he? She questions. There is a confused murmur amongst the crowd, but it quickly dies down as they anticipate to hear what she is going to say. There is a surprising amount of boos as the fans recall what she did to Chandler. Cordelia looks out at the audience with a sincere look of sadness. Cordelia Stevenson: I can tell that many of you still don’t know what to make of my actions at the end of Grapple Kingdom. Some of you might even look at me differently, which honestly breaks my heart to think that. So many people have hit me up, and they’ve said… Cordy, that wasn’t you. She stops for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Before finally raising the microphone back to her mouth. Cordelia Stevenson: But it was. I’ve always been the girl to stand her ground, and I’ve always wanted to be a strong example, especially for the young ladies out there, to be prideful in who you are and to never let anyone walk all over you. And Grapple Kingdom was me standing my ground, against an executive board that sees it fit to disrespect me every chance they get… and a phony friend that tried his hardest to take away… my… moment. The crowd seems a bit startled by this revelation and there is a buzz amongst them. Cordelia leans back against the turnbuckle and relaxes a bit. Cordelia Stevenson: Chandler Scott and I… we’ve been through a lot. In the ring? We’ve taken each other to our respective limits; and through the war we raged eventually came a mutual respect. A respect that Chandler seems to have lost after that belt shot to the face. Well I’ll be honest, that respect flew out the window the moment I realized what he was doing and the game he was trying to play. I’ve seen his tweets; the underlying hint of betrayal in them; and I admit he’s doing an awesome job of playing the victim. It’s gotten many of you doe eyed and looking at me as if I shot Bambi’s mother or something. Many may feel I was wrong for what I did to Chandler, and you’re entitled to your own opinion. I won’t ever fault you for that. But you at least need to understand where I’m coming from. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, reminiscing a bit. Cordelia Stevenson: I remember the night of the last Frontier Lion’s Cup, when Chris Q viciously attacked me after my match with former FGA World Champion Sean Sands, and re-breaking my ankle for a second time. I remember hearing the news from the doctors; learning the severity of the injury and also hearing the news that I might never be the same in the ring again… and that was if my body healed well enough for me to even compete ever again. I remember being there with the possibility of my career being over looming ever so clearly over my head and trying my hardest to battle off another bout of depression. And I remember Chandler Scott coming to visit me. She opens her eyes now, a glossy sheen now over them. Cordelia Stevenson: Given where he and I stood at the time, he was the last person that I expected to see. And I hated it… hated that he got to see me there broken and fragile, but I can’t say that the visit didn’t mean a lot to me. And the more I think about it now, the more I realize just how important it was... Her voice wavers for a moment. She catches it though, as her eyes narrow a bit. Cordelia Stevenson: And the more I think about it now, the more I know I was right for doing what I did at Grapple Kingdom. Her tone is a bit more venomous now. That vulnerability that was present just a few moments ago, gone. Cordelia Stevenson:Chandler knew just how much this meant to me. He more than anyone else knew just how big that match with Zero was for me, yet that didn’t stop him from being the board’s pawn. That didn’t stop him from taking every opportunity he could to try and shift the attention to him. As a friend, Chandler knew that I wanted the match between Zero and I to be just between Zero and myself. He knew that I wanted him to have no parts in it. But did Chandler care about what I wanted? Did he even attempt to remove himself? Did he go back to the board and tell them to find someone else, like a real friend would? She shakes her head. Cordelia Stevenson: No. He didn’t. Instead he did everything he could to make this all about him. ‘With friends like these, who needs enemies?’ She sneers as she mockingly recites one of Chandler’s tweets. Cordelia Stevenson: Cordelia Stevenson versus Zero McMahon. This was a match that was damn near what? 3-4 years in the making? And not only that, but it had the biggest prize in the business at the center of its narrative. It was a match that the entire industry was talking about. But obviously, that didn’t sit too well with my… friend. He went out of his way to make the narrative about him. He did everything he could to shift the spotlight from Zero, myself and this title….and onto himself. She scoffs and runs a hand through her hair. Cordelia Stevenson: Well he wanted the attention, so I made sure that he got it. All eyes were on him as I left him lying there in the middle of the ring at the end of the night, and if given the opportunity, I’d do it all over again, because I don’t rock with the phonies and fakes, and Chandler just so happened to be the conduit in which my message was sent. Chandler wasn’t a friend when he was taking all of those shots at me after Final Frontier. Chandler wasn’t a friend when his little groupie was subtweeting me on twitter. He wasn’t a friend when he felt the need to put his hands on me at the end of the last Vertigo despite my pleas that I’d only come to help him… but now all of a sudden he’s the heartbroken school girl that is all in his feelings? You see, I’m done with being passive. I’m done with the blatant disrespect, and I’m done with people thinking that they can walk all over me. Guys, we worked too damn hard to get here… She spins around and points to the crowd Cordelia Stevenson: … and I’ll be damned if I let anyone else rob us of our moments. That goes for Chandler… that goes for the board… that goes for anyone that tries to undermine what we’ve got going on here. The crowd gives a thunderous ovation to this declaration as Cordelia smirks. Cordelia Stevenson: And that also goes for the winner of tonights beat the clock challenge. Whoever you may be… and I know you’re back there listening right now, I want you to take a good look and realize this... She holds her title up into the air once more. Cordelia Stevenson: No doubts. No questions. Undisputed. She walks towards the ropes into the direction of the ramp and leans over as if yelling her message loud and clear to the locker room. Cordelia Stevenson: Get familiar! She drops the mic as “New Level” cues up. She climbs up onto the turnbuckles, chopping it up with the fans for a bit before the show slowly faded to commercial. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:37:53 GMT -5
Our cameras cut away from ringside, back to the parking lot area where we see a limousine rounding the corner. It comes to a stop a few feet in front of the cameras and we hear the mechanic buzz of the sunroof glass, sliding back on the track. Evan Envi emerges from the top, fists on his hips as he stands proudly, visible from the waist-up. He takes a deep breath, looking around at his surroundings.
Evan Envi: Can you feel it, Sadie? Tonight is the night.
Envi climbs out of the sunroof, up onto the roof of the limousine. Someone catches his eye out-of-frame, but Evan smiles broadly, throwing out his arms.
Evan Envi: Spencer!
Envi walks on his knees across the roof of the limo, sliding down the windshield and hood in the same manner, sliding to a stop in front of the interviewer. Without skipping a beat, Spencer raises his microphone.
Spencer Burke: Glad to see you’ve found your voice, Evan. If it’s not too early in the night, I wanted to get your thoughts on tonight’s Beat the Clock Challenge. It’s a stipulation that could really put anybody in the driver’s seat, so how confident are you that you walk out of the FedEx Forum as the Undisputed Champion’s number one contender?
Envi swings his legs out from under himself, popping to his feet in front of the limo. Meanwhile, in the background, we see Sadie San Francisco push open the rear door of the limousine, slowly walking to join Evan at the front, who gestures toward the vehicle.
Evan Envi: So confident that I bought this limo to celebrate on my way back to my hotel! Me, and of course, some of my best, best friends. It’ll be a double celebration, actually. We’ll be celebrating the first step in my quest toward Undisputed Championship gold AAAAAAAANNNND celebrating the flawless Camp Envi victories from Grapple Kingdom.
Sadie San Francisco: Spence, did you forget to congratulate us?
The pair look at Spencer expectantly. The interviewer clears his throat after a moment.
Spencer Burke: Congratulations on your victories at Grapple Kingdom, both of you.
Sadie San Francisco: One-on-one. Both times. No help from each other, just like we said.
Evan Envi: YUUUUUP, just like we said, Spencer.
Sadie snakes an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, looking off into the distance as she continues.
Sadie San Francisco: Brian Stryker was defeated by paranoia and Noelle Smith was beat by her own incompetence. We picked our spots. And we killed it. So. Tonight is gonna be the same thing, except instead of a groupie Evan is facing ‘the walking ellipsis’ herself, Savannah Taylor. And she’s really, really good but… she’s beatable, right? One well-placed kick to the head. One limb pulled a little too far, too rough in the wrong direction. Her throat finds its way into a turnbuckle bolt or a ring apron and this doesn’t have to be a long fight.
Sadie’s lips pull into the smallest smile and she glances toward Evan, who speaks up, giving Spencer a wink.
Evan Envi: That attitude is infectious, innit?
Sadie releases Spencer, lowering her arms, interlacing her fingers behind her back.
Spencer Burke: So all of that means we shouldn’t expect you at ringside, right?
Sadie exhales, smiling with closed lips, looking Spencer up-and-down from her short distance.
Spencer Burke: Let me ask another question then. Evan, with the recent signing of the apparent ‘Queen of Mean’ Neon, can we expect to--?
Sadie San Francisco calmly, but swiftly, places her hand over Spencer’s mic. The interviewer pauses and Sadie takes another deep breath before releasing it.
Sadie San Francisco: This could be the biggest night in Evan’s career and you’re going to ask him about Neon? Watch it, Spencer.
Envi looks at Sadie with amusement before turning to Spencer again, laughing.
Evan Envi: Yeah, Spencer, ya jerk! We’re outta here.
He and Sadie both begin to make their way past him but Evan turns on his heel, walking backward to say one last thing to the interviewer.
Evan Envi: You can get the first interview when the Chief becomes the NEEEWWW number one contender! Screw Chandler Scott! Dangit!
Evan turns, jogging to catch up to Sadie entering the arena. We fade to black on Spencer, who simply shakes his head at the exchange.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:40:12 GMT -5
Justin Hawk vs. The Mysterious and Classified Gentlemen The opening to "I wanna be a cowboy" by Boys Don't Cry plays, The Handsome and Classified Gentleman walks out. In his left hand he has a stick horse and he tips his hat as the words speak about it to the ladies in the crowd. Around his waist he has a lasso to amplify his cowboy dream, he straddles the stick horse and he waves is $1 looking cowboy hat in the air and yelling, "YIPPY YO YO YO!?" and than throws it into the crowd before he gallops his way to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from "Gorgeous" Glen Oaks, New York! Weighing in at 176 pounds... THE HANDSOME AND CLASSIFIED GENTLEMAN!!! Before he gets there he takes a detour and to gallop all the way around the ring waving his lasso and threatening to lasso some "lucky lady" before rolling into the ring and taking bow to the crowd as he is introduced to them. He places his accessories in his corner and pulls a carrot out of hit tights pretending to feed it to his horse, than he stands there in his matching wrestling attire. Kris Cruise: Now that was certainly an interesting entrance for a guy trying to make his mark here in FGA Stephy Auger: Not sure how I feel about this guy. The drums kick in and the lights flicker on and off to match the drums. The guitars pick up as "Wings of Time" by TÝR plays and all the lights focus on the stage where Jason Hawk appears with his arms spread wide. He lowers his arms and reveals his usual cocky grin. Jason makes his way down the ramp, stopping for the occasional high-fives and selfies. At the end of the ramp he drops down to one knee. He throws his arms to the side and strikes that signature pose. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from San Diego, California! Weighing in at 190 pounds... JAAAAASOOOOON HAAAAAAWWWWWK!!! Jason turns to face the stage again. He drops down to a knee and strikes his pose again. He stands up and looks around, clearly confused by the lack of pyro. One last time Jason throws his arms up in hope of pyro shooting off. A mixture of confusion and disappointment washes over his look before he shakes it off and enters the ring. He goes to the corner and panders to crowd before backflipping back into the ring. Kris Cruise: Jason Hawk and the pyro guy clearly weren’t on the same page about what was supposed to happen there. Stephy Auger: That’s just like them, trying to screw with someone who’s more talented than they are. The bell rings and the Classified Gentleman immediately runs towards Hawk and ties him up. The Gentleman grabs Hawk by the arm and twists it around, bending Hawk’s arm backwards. The Gentleman drives his elbow into Hawk’s hard, Hawk recoiling and shaking his elbow in pain. The Gentleman wastes no time in moving towards Hawk and wrapping his arms around him. The Gentleman lifts Hawk up and throws him to the ground with a belly to belly suplex. Hawk hits the mat hard as The Gentleman wastes very little time in moving towards him and going for the early cover. ONE! . . Jason Hawk easily powers out of the pin attempt Kris Cruise: Pretty early for a pin like that, but it’s pretty clear that the Classified Gentleman’s strategy here is to keep Jason Hawk grounded Stephy Auger: A wise choice, because for those that don’t know, Jason Hawk really likes to fly. Both men stand up and Jason Hawk runs at the Handsome and Classified Gentleman. He jumps into the air and delivers a flying elbow to the face of The Gentleman, staggering him backwards. Hawk lands on his feet and runs towards the ropes. He jumps and springboards off of them, propelling himself back towards The Gentleman and looking to deliver a flying crossbody, but The Gentleman drops to the mat as Hawk flies overtop of him and lands hard on the mat behind him. Kris Cruise: Nobody home for Hawk on that move, The Gentleman will look to quickly take advantage. The Classified Gentleman moves towards Hawk and grabs his arm, twisting it behind him while placing a knee across Hawk’s spine. The Gentleman yanks on Hawk’s arm as he grimaces in pain, trying to use his other arm to reach the ropes. Eventually, Hawk manages to grab the ropes with his free arm as the referee begins telling The Gentleman to release the hold before he starts to count. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… After the third count The Gentleman releases Hawk, who immediately grabs his arm. The referee warns The Gentleman about taking too long to release his holds, but The Gentleman moves past the ref and lifts Hawk up to his feet. The Gentleman grabs Hawk and lifts him up into the air before slamming him down with a scoop slam. Kris Cruise: Nice scoop slam from The Handsome and Classified Gentleman, he’s really taken control of this match early on with some good technical wrestling. Stephy Auger: I just don’t think I can get behind a guy who rides a toy horse to the ring Cruise, even if he does look pretty good so far. The Classified Gentleman drops down and hooks Jason Hawk’s leg as the referee begins to count. ONE! . . . TWO . . Hawk kicks out Kris Cruise: Nice kickout there from Hawk to stay alive! The Classified Gentleman gets to his feet and lifts Hawk up with him. The Gentleman whips Hawk into the corner of the ring. The Gentleman moves Hawk’s arms out of the way, before delivering a big chop to Hawk’s chest. The Gentleman motions to the crowd, before delivering another chop. The Gentleman continues to chop Hawk’s chest while playing to the crowd. Finally he delivers the biggest chest chop yet as Hawk slumps down in the corner. The Classified Gentleman takes a few steps back to the middle of the ring. He runs at Hawk and jumps into the air looking to deliver a double knee strike. Kris Cruise: Double knee strike from the Gentleman, but it doesn’t connect! Hawk rolls out of the way just in the nick of time as The Gentleman crashes into the ropes and falls down to the mat. Hawk slowly gets to his feet as The Gentleman does the same. Hawk runs at The Gentleman and jumps into the air, delivering a dropkick to his chest that knocks The Gentleman to the mat. The Gentleman and Hawk get to their feet at the same time as Hawk delivers another dropkick. The two do the same thing and Hawk delivers a third dropkick that sends The Gentleman tumbling down to the mat. Hawk gets to his feet and moves towards The Gentleman. Hawks picks him up to his feet and goes to whip The Gentleman across the ring, but is met with an elbow to the face. The Gentleman grabs Hawk by the arm and whips him across the ring. Hawk hits the ropes and rebounds back towards The Gentleman, who swings his arm for a forearm attack. Hawk ducks under it and keeps running. He jumps and springboards off of the second rope, before taking The Gentleman down with a flying corkscrew crossbody. Kris Cruise: Wow! High flying attack out of nowhere by Jason Hawk, that might have turned the tables! Stephy Auger: Wow, he got UP on that move Jason Hawk gets up and sees The Classified Gentleman laying on his back. Hawk quickly runs and does a back handspring into a moonsault across The Gentleman’s chest! Kris Cruise: Over the Moonsault! Hawk stands up and poses to the crowd, who respond with a slight cheer. Hawk frowns and motions for the crowd to get loud again, this time point to the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers louder as Hawk runs over and hops up onto the top rope. He plays to the crowd a bit more, before launching off of the top rope and delivering a double shooting star press! Kris Cruise: And he follows it up with The Perfect Soar! Stephy Auger: This might be all she wrote for the horse-y boy! Jason Hawk drops down and hooks the leg of the Classified Gentleman ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE! Wings of Time blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JASON HAWK! The referee grabs Jason Hawk’s arm and raises it in the air. Hawk lifts his other arm in the air and tries to get the crowd to cheer louder. He runs to the corner and climbs it with both hands to the sky, before jumping off and making a big deal of pointing towards the stage. Nothing happens and Hawk once again points, his smile slowly fading to a frown as nothing happens on the stage. Kris Cruise: I think Jason still believes there should be some kind of fireworks or something happening there. Clearly he’s used to a little more flash and explosions. Stephy Auger: Who cares Cruise, let's talk about how he just ran through his first opponent here in FGA, or should I say flew through. Hawk smiles again as he celebrates and exits the ring, while the referee goes to check on the Handsome and Classified Gentleman... |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:42:38 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage to where Spencer Burke is standing, looking apprehensive as stares off camera for a couple of seconds. His voice wavering slightly as he goes to speak. Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Dom Harter… Two confetti cannons fire off from either side of Spencer, causing him to reflexively close his eyes. Suddenly (from the chorus) “This Is Our House” by Bon Jovi starts playing as Harter swaggers into view, twirling around his arms raised in the air as he basks in the glory of the falling confetti. Spencer can only stare at him in amazement as The Tenacious Little Bastard, clad in his ring attire and a Jester t-shirt (available from Irish Whip Clothing!), with his Mid-Atlantic Legacy title slung over one shoulder. The music dies down as the confetti finally begins to settle; they may have overestimated the size of the guns needed, seeing as Dom has to dust some confetti off the top of Spencer’s head. The interviewer doesn’t look overly impressed as Dom continues smirking, that trademark crooked grin plastered over his face. Spencer Burke: Yes, well … that might answer the question about why you’ve been so quiet since winning the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title at Grapple Kingdom… Dom Harter: There’s a time and a place for everything, Spencer. And right here, in Memphis, Tennessee! It’s the time to celebrate what I achieved at Grapple Kingdom. It’s the time to celebrate becoming the first ever Grand Slam winner here in FGA. Spencer Burke: Are we expecting more confetti and – was that Bon Jovi? Dom Harter: Good ear. And no, I’ve decided to take a more modest, humble approach to this historic moment. Which is why I’m here and not in the ring basking in the adoration of thousands, and thousands of Harterholics … or whatever my fans are called. Spencer Burke: Chad and– Harter waves his hand in front of Spencer to cut the interviewer off. Dom Harter: Don’t steal my jokes! And there’s no need for the tone, Spencer. After what I did at Grapple Kingdom you should be revering me as your God, shouldn’t you? Or are we pretending you didn’t love watching me defeat Annie Zellor? Like you didn’t pop a tent when she lost the title, when she had to hand over the belt to me… Dom nudges the interviewer, who remains impassive at the taunting. Well, almost; Spencer shifts uncomfortably, looking away momentarily as Harter chuckles and slaps him on the back. Dom Harter: Glad you enjoyed it, Spencer. You sick little man. And if she wants it, she can invoke that rematch clause. But tonight we’ll be finding out a new number one contender to this belt right here, when AMIRA takes on Julian Tijerina. And you know I’ll be watching that match intently, scouting out my possible future opponent. The man or woman I’ll inevitably defeat in my quest to become the greatest Grand Slam winner in FGA history… Pause. Dom Harter: Wait, I’m the only Grand Slam winner in FGA history. But the celebrations continue tonight! Because right here in Memphis I’ll become the number one contender to Cowardy Stevenson’s Undisputed Championship! Spencer Burke: Cow– Dom Harter: Because as much as this belt means to me – and it means the world to me, don’t ever mistake that. When I got back from injury last Summer I went on a tear through the ranks here in FGA. And the only loss I suffered in 2016 was at the hands of Chandler Scott in the Frontier Lions Cup. But he went on and he had his shot – and he lost. And they had the Lethal Lottery, which I didn’t get to be a part of. But those semi-finals, the four people who had a chance to become the next FGA World Champion back then? I’d beat them all. Former World Champions, Pride Champions, Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champions, World Tag Team Champions – I beat them all! But still Cordy denied me… Spencer Burke: Well after Final Frontier, Zero McHannon did re-emerge after his hiatus– Dom Harter: Hiatus? Dom chuckles, running a hand down his stubbled jaw. Dom Harter: Is that what we’re calling it now? Ok, and they’ve settled their dispute now. And Chandler should’ve learned his lesson about not sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong. And you can think being cheated out of matches against Molly, or Ricky, or The Crimson Baroness might discredit my claims – but you’d be wrong. Just like our champion was when she denied me my rightful claim to become the next number one contender to her Undisputed Championship. Because Cordy knows I can beat her, Spencer. She knows it better than anyone else; I was the first person to beat her in singles action, I was the last person to beat her in singles action, and I’ll be the next person to beat her in singles action. But someone up top wants me to have to beat Annie – again! – in order to get this shot. Fine, just make sure you’re sitting down when you watch this, Spencer, we don’t want you getting embarrassed in front of anyone. Harter slaps Spencer on the back again before walking away, leaving the interviewer behind, speechless after what he just heard. Fortunately for him, the show quickly cuts to a commercial. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:48:20 GMT -5
Preliminary Round (3/11) | Frontier Fieldhouse (Chicago Ridge, IL)First Round (3/24) | Grand Ballroom at the Manhattan Center (New York City, NY)
Quarterfinals (3/25) | Hammerstein Ballroom at the Manhattan Center (New York City, NY)
ONLY on AxxessNet!!! |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:48:46 GMT -5
The camera switches to an area backstage where, stood in front of an FGA backdrop, having already changed into her ring attire, is Lowri Moss.
Lowri Moss: Hi! I’m Lowri. After getting to hear my voice a few weeks ago, now you actually get to see me - and later this evening, you’ll to get to watch me make my FGA debut. I expect that most of you don’t know much about me, if anything at all. That’s okay, though - there’s plenty of time for you to get to know me.
Lowri smiles at the camera.
Lowri Moss: Getting to be part of one of the most reputable wrestling promotions around is like a dream come true for me. But simply being here isn’t enough - now that I’m here, I want to be successful, starting with my match tonight against Ian Cross. Prior to joining FGA, I have competed in two other promotions, and having been victorious in each of my first appearances in those two companies, tonight, I aim to complete a hat-trick of debut wins.
Lowri taps her chin, pondering something.
Lowri Moss: Lowri Moss, Ian Cross…
Her voice trails off, as she pauses for a brief moment.
Lowri Moss: Did someone just decide to put the two of us in a match because our names rhyme? Or is the fact that we have both made references to “British strong style” the reason behind this match? Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither.
Lowri shrugs.
Lowri Moss: Whatever the case, I suppose it’s not really that important - all that really matters is for me to make sure that at the end of the match, I’m the one that gets their hand raised.
She takes a breath.
Lowri Moss: I know Ian Cross hasn’t been in FGA all that long, and I don’t think he’s had much success so far during his time here, either; I think he has been in two or three matches, and I believe he is yet to pick up a win - I’m sure he plans on altering that statistic tonight, but I have other ideas. One thing Ian Cross does have in his favour is experience, with him having first set foot in a ring over a decade ago, compared to me being only six months into my wrestling career. Despite that though, I’m confident that my lack of experience won’t prevent me from being able to win this match - I’ll give everyone a glimpse of what I’m capable of, and I’ll show that I belong in that ring.
Lowri lets out a small sigh.
Lowri Moss: When Ian Cross first appeared in FGA, he declared that the era of British strong style had arrived. However, since then, he hasn’t done much to further the cause of British strong style - tonight, it’s time for me to begin to change that.
She takes a step towards the camera.
Lowri Moss: And it’s time for this rookie from South Wales to make a positive first impression in FGA; train, fight, win.
Lowri looks confidently at the camera, before it then cuts away.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:49:33 GMT -5
Stunray vs. Jason Aries 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. He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Rochester, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds… STUUUUUNRAAAAAY!!! 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. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds… JASON ARIES! Kris Cruise: Stunray is looking to get off the schneid after going winless thus far in his short-lived FGA career. But what’s even more notable than that is this “thing” between him and Daniel Widdel. I have no idea what’s going on there. Stephy Auger: Neither do I. These two obviously know each other from somewhere. We need to get either Spencer Burke or Jessie Pederson on the case and find out what’s going on. Speaking of the devil. Stunray does a double take once he sees Daniel Widdel casually making his way down the aisle. Stephy Auger: Guess who has decided to come down to ringside? Stunray makes his way over towards the ropes and eyes Widdel. Widdel doesn’t back off. He simply folds his arms as he keeps his eyes locked on Stunray. The bell sounds as Stunray turns, runs over and knocks Aries down with a clothesline. Stephy Auger: If Widdel was trying to be a distraction, then it clearly didn’t pay off. Kris Cruise: Maybe he’s just out here to scout. The boos continue as Stunray puts the boots to Aries. Stunray reaches down, picks up Aries, runs into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. Aries then bounces back before falling down to the canvas. Once again, Stunray rushes over and puts the boots to Aries. He then picks up Aries, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Aries just got tossed to the floor with no regard! Stephy Auger: Not only did, but look at where Stunray tossed him out at. Widdel looks over as he sees Aries just inches away from him. Back in the ring, Stunray can be seen pacing back and forth while he looks to the outside. Once Aries starts to get back to a vertical base, Stunray turns and runs into the ropes. When Stunray comes back, he knocks Aries down with a baseball slide from behind. After slipping out to the floor, Stunray looks over and locks eyes with Widdel. Kris Cruise: These two don’t seem like long lost friends to me. Stephy Auger: You think? Stunray picks up Aries, slams him face-first onto the apron and rolls him back inside. Stunray then rolls himself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Aries gets his shoulder up. Stunray picks up Aries, moves him into the corner and lights up his chest with knife edge chops. He then brings Aries from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Aries returns, the crowd boos when Stunray gives him a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Aries wails in pain while he arches his back. After Aies slowly turns over onto his back, Stunray drops three consecutive elbows across the back. He then yanks Aries over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray pulls him up, resulting in boos from the crowd. Stephy Auger: Stunray’s not done with Jason Aries. He wants to add insult to injury! Stunray picks up Aries and whips him into the ropes. When Aries returns, Stunray hoists him in the air, steps out of the watch and watches as Aries crashes down onto the canvas. Stunray grabs Aries by the ears and drags him over into the corner. After putting Aries’ face on the bottom turnbuckle, Stunray presses down on the back of his head. The crowd boos while Aries is seen flailing his arms helplessly. Stunray lets go as he makes his way back to the center of the ring. He then runs forward and connects with a dropkick to the back of the head. Stunray pulls Aries back to his feet before whipping him into the opposite corner. Stunray then runs, jumps and connects with a Stunray Splash. As Aries staggers from out of the corner, Stunray waves him over before kicking him in the midsection and dropping him with a Stunray Stunner. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “Psycho” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, STUNRAY! The boos continue as Aries gets his arm raised in victory. He then turns, reads over towards the ropes and keeps his arms held in the air. Widdel lets out a smile as he gives Stunray an unenthused round of applause... |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:50:03 GMT -5
The shot cuts to a secluded spot backstage, where AMIRA, one half of the imminent Mid-Atlantic Championship title eliminator paces back and forth. She looks down at her feet as she paces in a circle, before speaking up, still not bothering to focus her eyes on the camera. AMIRA: I am not going to regale you with any more boastful promises of what I will accomplish, or what I have in store tonight. My mission to forge a Magnificent AMIRA-Legacy Championship and the end result have been made crystal clear by this point; that much can be expected from an orator the caliber of myself. After all, AMIRA does not mince her words and AMIRA delivers the cold hard truth. She stops only to brush a few stray hairs out of her eyes. AMIRA: Instead, I will shine the spotlight on someone who does not deserve it-- The Mexican. If for no other reason, than to bring his faults to light, so when he falls into obscurity? The ignorant masses can understand just why it is his career's traction resembles someone trying to roller blade up an escalator-- that reason!AMIRA's voice quickly escalates in volume, if only for a moment to make sure everyone was still listening. AMIRA: That reason is simple, it is one demonstrated not by my claims, any bantering back and forth, differences of opinion, no it is demonstrated by actions. I, AMIRA, afforded him a very generous offer. One that would allow El Goober to prove that his bravado and swagger was legitimate. That he was in fact, manly and brave, rather than a peacock puffing his feathers, but unwilling to show true intestinal fortitude. He was offered the chance to have this match against me on a ring suspended by an aircraft carrier above the gaping maw of a volcano. I even made a social media petition to urge the masses to make him accept this #volcanomatch. She shakes her head, still looking downward. AMIRA: Naturally, I only gained the support of the good chief Evan Envi. Understandable, since that is part of a systematic pattern of people intentionally trying to suppress my genius because THEY are afraid of what I am capable of! Because they do not want to see a truly brave, wise and inspirational woman raise the bar! More pertinent perhaps, because they knew what fate awaited The Mexican, just as he knew. A light sigh. AMIRA: You see, I had my faithful attorney Bartleby Wilson Esq. waiting by the phone with bated breath for a call from The Mexican, or perhaps that spicy little scullery wench of his-- Esperanza or whatever her name is, if he was not man enough to call on his own behalf. But did Bartleby receive a call? If he had, he surely would have provided The Mexican with details on the location of my island volcano and ensured all the T's were crossed and I's were dotted from a legal perspective, before undertaking such a risky bout. So no, he received no call because The Mexican is a coward! Finally she looks up, turning towards the camera with a disgusted look on her face. AMIRA: Bartleby received no call, I was not tagged on my Twitter device to inform me that The Mexican would gladly partake in any spectacle that would prove his worth. If he had and FGA management had tried to squash it, so be it, but we did not even proceed that far! He was given a very reasonable chance to prove he was more of a man than I thought him to be, but we are not fighting above a volcano now are we? Instead we are to do battle in this filthy hovel and his silence spoke volumes of his cowardice, of his fake ma heesmo the same way his dead eyes spoke to me and cried out that he is a mere shell of a man! Her face turns slightly red at that last proclamation, before she takes a deep breath and starts walking away. AMIRA: And that, dear viewers, that is why while AMIRA heads one way? She points her index finger up, before flipping it downward. AMIRA: The Mexican is firmly on the opposite track. With that, she disappears off deeper into the bowels of the backstage area and we cut away. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:51:09 GMT -5
Lowri Moss vs. Ian Cross "Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system, and once the song's intro finishes, through the curtains - and out onto the stage - walks Lowri Moss, who is greeted by a cheer. Lowri takes a moment to scan the crowd, before making her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Llanelli, Wales! Weighing in at 142 pounds… LOOOOWWWWRIIII MOSSSSSS!!! After arriving at ringside, Lowri climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, before heading for one of the corners and climbing to the second rope. There are further cheers and more applause for Lowri from the fans, and she soaks in the reaction for several seconds, as she again surveys the crowd. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, weighing in at 209 pounds… IAN CROSS! Kris Cruise: We’ve seen her vignettes for weeks. Now it’s time for Lowri Moss to finally make her FGA debut. Stephy Auger: Well it’s about time she showed up. I hope she’s been spending these past few weeks getting herself in the best shape possible. The man she’s in there against tonight has far more experience. Kris Cruise: She might have a disadvantage in the experience department. But from everything I’ve heard out of Lowri Moss, she seems like she’s got a lot of heart. The bell sounds as Cross and Moss make their way to the center of the ring. Cross puts his hand out and asks for a handshake before starting things off. Moss turns to the crowd and motions towards Cross, asking them if she should shake his hand. Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! When Moss turns back to Cross, Cross swears that he’s not up to anything. Moss can be seen scratching her chin before nodding. As soon as she shakes Cross’ hand, Cross doubles her over with a kick to the midsection. Stephy Auger: Rookie Mistake 101, Cruise! The crowd boos as Cross follows up with clubbing strikes across the back. He then takes Moss and whips her into the ropes. When Moss returns, Cross goes for a hip toss, but Moss blocks it. Cross tries to muscle her up for the hip toss but again, Moss blocks it. So Cross takes his free arm and throws out a clothesline. But Moss ducks. When Cross turns around, Moss throws him down to the mat with an arm drag. When Cross gets back to his feet, Moss throws him down with a Japanese arm drag. Cross gets back to his feet, but Moss is quick to send him back to the mat after another Japanese arm drag. When Cross returns to a vertical base, Moss goes for an irish whip. But Cross reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Moss returns, the crowd cheers when she delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. When Cross gets back to his feet, Moss runs over and knocks him back down with a dropsault. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross kicks out. Moss picks up Cross and delivers a knife edge chop before whipping him into the far ropes. When Cross returns, Moss leapfrogs over him. Cross then continues to run into the ropes. When Cross returns, the crowd cheers when Moss knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross kicks out. Cross picks up Moss and goes for an irish whip. But Cross reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. When Moss returns, the crowd cheers when she throws Cross down with an STO. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cross gets his shoulder up. Moss picks up Cross and nails him with a right hand. She then grabs him by the head with both hands before delivering a headbutt. Moss then steps back and throws out a kick to the midsection. After Cross catches her foot, she follows up with an enzuigiri, sending Cross staggering into the corner. Moss heads into the corner, hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Cross and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Cross shoves her off of him in mid air. After Moss lands on her feet, Cross runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Moss ducks, swings behind Cross and follows up with a German Suplex that sends Cross flipping in the air and landing face-first on the canvas. The cheers continue as Moss peels Cross up off the canvas, places him in an inverted facelock and then brings him down with the Nos Da (Rolling Cutter). She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Whirring” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, LOWRI MOSS! The cheers continue as Moss gets her arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Lowri Moss makes it three for three in her company debuts as she picks up the win. She looked pretty good out there if I do say so myself. Stephy Auger: She wasn’t bad, Cruise. I’ll give her her due. It’s always good to start things off with a W. But it’s only going to get tougher from here. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:51:35 GMT -5
Backstage, Izzy Anders once again displays her talent of twirling microphones. Spencer Burke stands nervously next to her, indicating that she pushed past the normal interview style. Instead, she opted to take the microphone for herself. She stops the microphone on a dime and then looks into the camera with a confident smirk.
Izzy Anders: Hello, Izzy Anders here with Spencer Burke. I have a few questions for Spencer here, which I hope he’s prepared for. So, let’s get this started. Spencer, did you see what happened at Grapple Kingdom?
Spencer stiffens up a bit, trying to find an answer. He chokes up the courage to talk.
Spencer Burke: FGA has two new champions. Dom Harter finally captured the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship--
Izzy made a disgusted noise as she hears the name of her former enemy and his recent achievement. Spencer, hoping to stay on Izzy’s good side, strays away from talking about him any more.
Spencer Burke: Uh, Cordy Stevenson defeated Zero McHannon, becoming the FGA Undisputed Champion?
He seems even more nervous, throwing his next answer out cautiously. Izzy smiles.
Izzy Anders: Yes, she did. Saint Sexy has conquered another of her demons, keeping her dreams alive. More importantly, she put Chandler Scott on his ass. Sucks for Scotty boy, because those pictures looked ghastly. But go on.
Spencer purses his lips.
Spencer Burke: Molly Reid--
Izzy makes a belligerent noise.
Izzy Anders: Enough! Molly Reid kept her championship, Brian Stryker continues to be incompetent, and Noelle fails again! The norm still continues to be just that, but the major deal is that Savannah defeated Chris Bond. After the latter spoke all that mess about her. Talk about humiliation! He’s lucky that he didn’t have another freak accident during the match. Finally, I completed my teaching series.
Spencer looks slightly confused.
Spencer Burke: Teaching series?
Izzy smirks.
Izzy Anders: Yes, most of the last few weeks, I have been teaching Johnny Karma about how things really work here in FGA. He should’ve known more than anybody, but as you see, I got into his head. I made him forget the most important thing about FGA. No one is ever truly alone, except for him. He has Cherry, but beyond that, who does he got? He had some temporary backup. But now, he’s left to fight the good fight on his own. Look where that got him. Out of title contention and on the mat, writhing in pain. He failed to see the biggest issue with everyone here. There are no true allies.
Spencer tilts his head, now fully confused.
Izzy Anders: Yes, even my partnership with Savannah might end up with us throwing hands. She might have helped me win, but that was because she wanted to help me teach Karma this very important lesson. But I know what it’s about. Everyone has their own reasons on why they help other people. That’s another reason why FGA is a cesspool. Because there are no good men trying to do the good thing. There are only selfish people, trying to forge their legacy. Karma used to be the same way, but he forgot that for whatever reason. At the end of everything, he has forgotten that he burnt bridges before. He has no one to help him.
Spencer Burke: Do you think it’s over?
Izzy shushes him.
Izzy Anders: Hey, I’m the one asking you the questions. So, I will answer your question with another question. What do you think, Spence?
Spencer Burke: I’m not sure, Izzy. I know Karma is not one to take this kind of mess lightly.
Izzy Anders: Then, no, it’s not over. Nothing is ever over here in FGA. Everyone puts things on pause. I still want to throw Dom Harter into the nearest woodchipper. I still want to set Annie Zellor on fire. I still think Fujicakes is one of the hottest, but one of the fakest bitches around. If Karma wants some of more of this, he has to wait. I got goals beyond educating him. I still want to burn this place to the ground. And I remember what I need to do to succeed. Tonight, I fight Ricky Valero for the first time ever, one on one. I hope he doesn’t think that I owe him a win because he threw Owen to the dogs.
She scoffs.
Izzy Anders: Tonight, I put my teaching job on the backburner, because I have to embarrass Valero. Not because I want to. No, I have to do it to make sure I got my chance to face Cordy Stevenson. I’m putting that back to the forefront. Winning the FGA Undisputed Championship is what I need to do to realize my goals. So, after I beat Ricky in RECORD TIME, and then beat Cordy? I’m going to throw that first new Undisputed Championship into a fire. Then, watch it and FGA burn to ashes like it deserves.
Spencer nods, before asking Izzy to bring the microphone to his face.
Spencer Burke: Will Savannah Taylor be involved with any of this?
Izzy sneers.
Izzy Anders: No, Savannah has only things to worry about. Don’t get the idea that I need her to win or vice versa. I am Number One right now. 20 points strong and I’m still aiming for the top. The best never needed anyone else to win their fights. I never needed anyone before, and I don’t need them now. Valero goes down tonight, not because interference or anything fancy like that. Valero goes down, because Izzy Anders is better at playing his game than he is. Ta ta.
Izzy shoves the microphone back into Spencer’s chest, causing the man to cough roughly. She walks past the man as he recovers. Spencer turns his head in minor disgust to look at the Mindkiller. The camera feed then takes up elsewhere in the arena.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:54:29 GMT -5
Vertigo’s feed cuts back to the ringside area and zooms in on the announce team. The raucous Memphis crowd cheers vigorously, causing a slight distraction for Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger. They take in the atmosphere for a split second before going to address the camera crew in front of them. Just as Kris Cruise opens his mouth, he is cut off by the opening guitar riffs of “War Machine” by KISS. As the drumbeat joins the instrumental intro Frankie Morrison steps out from behind the curtain with Chris Madison flanked by his side. Kris Cruise: I guess we’re going to hear from the former number one contender to the pride championship! Stephy Auger: Or at least from that sleazy manager of his. Kris Cruise: Either way, Chris Madison and Molly Reid aren’t scheduled until later on in the show… So let’s just hear what these two have to say. Morrison and Madison made their way down to the ring. Madison slapped the hands of the fans that reached over the security railing before running up the steps and climbing through the ropes. Morrison took a slower stroll, making his way around the ring and collecting a microphone from the ring crew before joining his client inside. Madison backed himself into one of the corners of the ring, looked around the sold out FedEx Forum and nodded his head in appreciation for the ovation they instinctively gave him. Madison reached behind him and grabbed the top ropes, pushing himself up onto the middle rope and sat down on the top turnbuckle as Frankie began to tap on the microphone. Frankie Morrison: Incredible as always. Every time we’re in town, you fans have shown nothing but admiration and respect for my client, Chris Madison. Frankie blades his body so that he could point over to Chris Madison. Frankie Morrison: Maybe it’s because wrestling has such a rich history in this fantastic city that you people understand and respect when a world class talent is before you, sacrificing himself to make every cent you paid for those tickets worth it! Respect. Unfortunately, respect is word that is too loosely tossed around nowadays. There was a lot of talk about respect in the build up to the Pride Championship match between Molly Reid and Chris Madison. But in the end, we all got to see Molly Reid’s true colors. A woman that comes off so sweet and soft spoken, but is nothing more than a con! She didn’t respect my client... She doesn’t respect you fans… Most importantly, she doesn’t respect the honor of carrying the FGA Pride Championship around! Did she defeat Chris Madison to retain? Sure… But the way she retained isn't indicative of how a Pride Champion should carry themselves! In case there’s a few of you that haven’t seen how Grapple Kingdom played out, take a look. Morrison points towards the large screens that are split by the entranceway. Madison bows his head and slowly shakes it from side to side. The live audience quickly responds with a mix of boos and cheers, although the boos seem to far outweigh the cheers throughout the FedEx Forum. Frankie Morrison shakes his head as he looks on in disbelief. Frankie Morrison: Up until that point of the match, those two were putting on a classic! But desperation reared its ugly head and Molly Reid realized that the only way she was going to keep Chris down is by yanking on the back of his shorts for added leverage. Chris was robbed of a fair shake at that FGA Pride Championship because the champion decided to take a shortcut and smear what could have been one of the greatest Pride Championship matches in FGA history! Morrison lowered the microphone and tilted his head as he tried to listen closely to a chant that was beginning to pick up steam amongst the audience. Fans: Not-Our-Champ-I-On *clap,clap, clap clap clap* Not-Our-Champ-I-On *clap, clap, clap clap clap* Madison smirked and nodded his head before Morrison continued on. Frankie Morrison: We hear you. And, we appreciate the support. Molly can try to spin this however she wants, but it’s up you, the FGA faithful, to see through her lies and acknowledge her for what she truly is… A coward! There was nothing pure about the way she won, and that belt is supposed to showcase the best pure wrestling this company has to offer! Morrison once again lowers the mic and turns his attention to the large screens near the entranceway. Frankie Morrison: Which was it Molly? An accident or were you acting instinctively? As if on cue, Shake It by Metro Station begins to blast over the loudspeakers. Much like the video package, it is met with a smattering of cheers but far more boos. As the song continues to play, Molly Reid walks out from backstage, wearing a Laurel Hardy t-shirt and sweatpants, her Pride Championship slung over her shoulder. Molly looks around with a frown on her face as she hears the booing from the crowd, but walks down the entrance ramp nonetheless. Kris Cruise: Looks like Molly’s come out here to answer that question herself. Stephy Auger: I don’t particularly like Molly Reid but she has nothing to defend here! She won her championship fair and square and Morrison and Madison are just sore losers. Molly walks around the ring and takes a microphone handed to her from a ring hand. She turns and looks at Morrison and Madison, who are simply staring back at her as she climbs the steps and enters the ring. Molly waits for the boos to die down a bit before she brings the mic to her mouth. Molly Reid: Look Frankie. Chris. I get why you guys are upset. I know you had these dreams of a perfectly clean match where nothing bad happens and absolutely no mistakes or screw-ups are made. But this is wrestling. That doesn’t happen. I’ve apologized to you both. It was both an accident and instinctive. Those two go hand in hand. I didn’t roll Chris up with the intent of grabbing his tights. I never once considered during the match that I would need to do anything like that to win. When I rolled Chris up, my hand was on his back. Then it slipped off his back. You know when you’re walking and you slip on ice? You instinctively grab onto anything you can to avoid falling. Even if that’s something you shouldn’t, like another person for example. You didn’t go on that walk intending to grab onto a stranger. But you do it because your instincts kick in and you can’t control it. My hand started to slip off Chris’ back and my instincts grabbed onto his tights, for one whole second. I couldn’t control it. It happened because my hand slipped. It was an accident, I never had any intention of grabbing his shorts, but it happened. It’s unfortunate, because the one second I grabbed his tights were the one second before the pinfall ended. I let go as soon as I realized what was happening, but at that point it was too late. I know, I’ve told you this already and you threw it back in my face. But I’m telling you the truth. Chris, I didn’t intentionally grab onto your shorts to give me a winning advantage. That’s not who I am. Everything I said before this match, I meant. One-hundred percent. Whether you believe it or not. Molly lowers her mic and looks at the two men across from her, before throwing a glare at the crowd. From their reaction, it’s clear that a large majority of them don’t believe anything she’s just said. Morrison slowly claps his hands while staring at Molly. Frankie Morrison: That little story might be enough to suffice for your diehard fans, but the three of us in this ring know that you're full of crap! You'd make one hell of a saleswoman; that line of B.S. is so good it's actually convincing. But the problem is you weren't falling on ice, looking for something to keep you on your feet. You were slowly failing and looking for anything to grab onto to keep your title reign from ending! You instinctively made the decision to cheat in order to preserve; because without that FGA Pride Championship you go back to being the Molly Reid that was always told she wasn't good enough. You had us believing that there was a mutual respect between the two of you. If you truly felt sorry for the way things went down, want us to believe that everything leading up to that title match was sincere, and that you truly didn't mean to grab Chris’s shorts then grant him a rematch for that FGA Pride Championship! Give him and yourself an opportunity to do it the right way! The crowd cheers loudly at the prospects of a rematch, and a small “Rematch” chant starts to break out. Molly stands in the ring, looking around at the crowd with an impatient look on her face. Eventually she stops waiting. Molly Reid: Are y’all done? This causes the crowd to get even louder and chant even more. Molly rolls her eyes as she waits for them to subside. She looks annoyed, as despite having been booed incessantly early on in her career, she hasn’t heard a reaction like this in a long time. Eventually, the crowd does subside a bit. Molly Reid: Thank you. Look, Frankie, Chris, again. I’ve already apologized to both of you. You don’t believe me, that’s your choice. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, even if it’s wrong like y’all are. But I’m not here to sell you a sales pitch on anything. If I truly wanted to cheat, I would’ve grabbed his tights right away! I would’ve used the ropes, distracted the ref, something else. But for that entire match, I stood right there in this ring toe-to-toe with Chris and took every shot he gave me. Every time he hit me, threw me to the mat, did whatever he could to try to put me away, I got up and kept on coming. I took everything Chris threw at me and I threw it right back at him. I know how talented Chris is. I know he can beat me in this ring. But he DIDN’T. I won that match. Did I make a mistake during? Yes. I admit it. It was wrong. I’m not perfect. But I can’t change what happened. I walked out of that ring as the Pride Champion. The tights grab wasn’t the reason for that, I won because I was the better wrestler at Grapple Kingdom. You can dance around it all you want Frankie, but Chris had plenty of chances to put me away before that and he failed. The crowd boos extra loudly at that last sentence as Molly can’t help but smirk slightly to herself. But she straightens her expression and grabs her Pride Championship, lifting it high into the air. The fans she does have try their best to battle the booing in the ring. Molly Reid: This Pride Championship belongs on my shoulder. It belongs around my waist. One hundred and fifty-four days and counting now! People continue to doubt me and I continue to prove them wrong. You two and those idiot seventy percenters out there can be mad about what happened, but it happened. I’ve apologized and there’s not much more I can do now. Except...your rematch request… The crowd cheers loudly at that as Frankie motions for them to get louder. Molly stands there, placing the title back on her shoulder. She waits a few moments before speaking again. Molly Reid: Here’s the thing Chris, Frankie. You were right earlier. I’ve always been told that I’m not good enough. From day one when I started in this business, people were telling me that I couldn’t do it. That I’d burn out quick. Then when I found success, I was told that I was just a flash in the pan and would burn out quick. Then when I kept that up, people said I wouldn’t succeed elsewhere. I did that, and then it was that she couldn’t win the big match. Every big moment in my career I’ve achieved despite people telling me that I couldn’t do it. And you know how I did that? I EARNED it. I worked my ass off to get a chance, and then I seized that opportunity. That’s why I’ve held my Pride Championship for almost half a year now. Chris, you worked your ass off to get your chance too. I respect everything you did to get a shot at my title at Grapple Kingdom. You earned that shot. But you didn’t finish. You didn’t take advantage of that chance you earned. You had your shot and you couldn’t quite overcome me. That’s why we’re here right now and this Pride Championship is on MY shoulder. So no. I’m not going to give you a rematch. You had your chance, you didn’t take it. Now, you have to earn it. Just like everyone else in this company. Just like I had to. Frankie Morrison: We figured that would be your response. You see, we were giving you an out, giving you a chance to make things right and show that you're just as disgusted with the way things played out as we are. No one thinks you haven't earned the belt; it's your actions since that's a little suspect. Your true colors are shining bright here in Memphis; YELLOW!! Tonight Chris will beat you CLEAN and force the committees hands! “War Machine” by KISS blasts over the P.A. system, drowning out the reaction of the crowd as Frankie Morrison drops the microphone onto the canvas. He and Madison step through the ropes and make an exit up the ramp as Molly scowls at the pair. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:57:35 GMT -5
Vertigo returns from commercial to find Jessie Pederson standing backstage with a smile on her face
Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are the members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Dan Herrera and Peaches!
She gestures off screen, from where Dan and Peaches walk into shot; neither of them are dressed to wrestle, obviously, and have decided to dress casually. Her in a ‘Dan Herrera’ t-shirt and jeans, him in one of the ‘Dom Harter Hater’ t-shirts and jeans.
Jessie Pederson: Welcome. Last time we saw you both was at the recent 3GW event, Showdown in the Sun, where you defeated the team of Dom Harter and Jaelynn Ramsey. Congratulations on that, by the way. But what brings you to Vertigo?
Peaches looks to Dan, making sure he doesn’t take offense to the question - surely Jessie hasn’t forgotten that he’s an FGA wrestler and a former World Tag Team Champion! Fortunately for them both, Dan just laughs it off.
Dan Herrera: Yeah, yeah… I get it Jessie. It’s been awhile since I’ve been in the ring here in FGA. It’s not my choosing, but here we are anyways. My Status Quo partner has been pretty busy wouldn’t you say? So kind of been off since January when we lost our tag titles to the Usual Suspects… getting my bearings.
Peaches: But things have changed since then. And we’ll be the first to congratulate Cordy on winning the Undisputed Championship back at Grapple Kingdom--
Dan nods in agreement.
Peaches: --we couldn’t happier for her and all her success. It’s just, we know that leaves some people wonderin’ where the Status Quo are at.
Jessie Pederson: Well, when we saw you on the last Vertigo it seemed that his sister Hadley was eager to reunite as The Herreras … but I feel like that might not be the case…
Jessie looks to each member of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad in turn; Dan and Peaches look to each other, huge smiles on each of their faces, when Dan finally speaks up.
Dan Herrera: You’d be right, Jessie. You see, ever since we lost the tag titles I knew I had to do something. People kept wondering what would happen if Cordy was to win the Undisputed Championship. Well, I always had faith in her and knew that it was bound to come to that. For weeks, I told anyone asking that I wasn’t worried about Cordy. That I had a tag team partner. No one bothered to ask me though, just who was it? Everyone assumed it was Cordy, but all along it was Peaches. We competed together down in Twin City Wrestling, and we were two time Texas Tag Team Champions down there. More recently than that, we defeated Dom Harter & Jaelynn Ramsey over in 3GW.
Jessie Pederson: Does that mean - are we about to see the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad here in FGA?!
Peaches: Damn right! And we know that The Usual Suspects ain’t in possession of those belts at the moment, what with them being stolen--
Dan and Peaches share a look as they can’t help but revel in the schadenfreude - bad things happening to Anthony Rother make some people happy!
Peaches: --but we know they’re needing a new challenge. An’ we know they always wanna face new competitors. So here we are, guys!
Dan Herrera: That’s right! The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad is here in FGA, and that can only mean bad news for The Usual Suspects. Because two months ago, with the help of Zero McHannon, you guys took something that belonged to me. And I know that Cordy getting busy with the Undisputed Championship made you guys complacent about Dan Herrera. As if what happened was just going to move forward with no consequence. Well consider this your warning, Suspects, as of right now you’re on notice. Because with Peaches by my side, we’re coming for those FGA World Tag Team titles. And there’s not going to be anybody to save you this time, so those belts are coming back to where they belong!
With that, Dan and Peaches both walk away as the show cuts elsewhere.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:58:01 GMT -5
We switch gears and go to a video of “The Minimalist” Blake Rogers standing backstage with a black shirt and some jeans on. Blake’s staring into the cup of coffee in his hand as we join him and after a few seconds, the words “earlier today” appear in the bottom right hand corner of the screen. Blake continues to stare into his coffee as we hear some footsteps approach him and soon see Spencer Burke walk gingerly into view.
Spencer Burke: Blake?
The interviewer asks and keeps his distance, seemingly having learned from his mistakes the last time the two of them crossed paths.
Spencer Burke: Um, I get that you were having a bad night at Grapple Kingdom, but today is a new day and I was wondering if I could maybe ask you a few questions?
There was no response from Blake, who continued to look down at his coffee.
Spencer Burke: For starters, I was wondering if you could maybe put everything that happened at Grapple Kingdom into perspective for us. Looking back, what do you think it was that went wrong for you in that match?
Blake closed his eyes and kept them closed, almost as if he were trying to calm himself or perhaps keep himself cool.
Spencer Burke: Okay, maybe you can shed some light on what lies ahead for you? Where do you go from here? Are you going to keep gunning for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship or are you going back to the proverbial drawing board?
The interviewer seems less than pleased with Blake, who has opened his eyes again but turned his gaze to the floor and away from Spencer’s.
Spencer Burke: What about Julian Tijerina? It seemed to many watching at home that he may have perhaps beaten you at your own game at Grapple Kingdom. What were your thoughts on that, Blake?
Blake keeps his gaze locked on the floor, but finally mutters some words in a calm, cool voice.
Blake Rogers: Spencer, NOT now…………
The interviewer sighs and shrugs a shoulder.
Spencer Burke: Well, Blake, can you at least fill us in on what’s next for you? What can we expect next from “The Minimalist”? Are you going to stay in the Mid-Atlantic title hunt or maybe scale back for the time being to maybe regroup?
Spencer leans a little toward Blake.
Spencer Burke: Well?
At this moment, Blake springs into action and despite Spencer’s distance from him, drops his coffee and grabs the interviewer by the shoulders and shoves him back against the wall. Blake’s face gets red and his eyes bulge out a little bit as he locks them with Spencer’s.
Blake Rogers: You want to know what’s next for me, Spencer?! You want to know where I go from here, what I’m going to do to pick myself up from what happened at Grapple Kingdom?
The interviewer is nervous as hell as he nods slowly and Blake leans in to hiss into his ear.
Blake Rogers: I’m going to get my hands on that piece of sh*t and I’m going to beat the piss out of him. I don’t care if he beats AMIRA later on tonight, I don’t give a damn if he goes on and wins the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. I don’t give a rat’s ass right now about anything other than getting a hold of Julian Tijerina and kicking his god damned head in!
He slackens up on his grip on Spencer for a moment, allowing the interviewer to stand up straight but he shoves him back against the wall.
Blake Rogers: Does that answer your questions? Huh, Spencer?
The interviewer nods his head several times and Blake sighs as he lets go of him and then walks out of view in a huff.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 4, 2017 21:59:54 GMT -5
#1 Contenders Match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship
AMIRA vs. Julian Tijerina Kris Cruise: Up next we have two of FGA’s brightest fighting to prove themselves worthy of a Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship match! Stephy Auger: More of just a warmup for AMIRA. Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina is coming off of a big win at Grapple Kingdom versus Blake Rogers, don’t count him out. It seems he may have finally got the momentum swinging in his favor. Stephy Auger: Ugh, please! Julian Tijerina is a sleazeball who’ll hit on any woman walking on two legs. By the time he realizes he’s in a fight tonight and this isn’t some form of foreplay, it’ll be too late for El Guapo! J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Mid-Atlantic Legacy Eliminator! Introducing first... The arena darkens, then the stroke of a single piano key echoes through the sound system. A spotlight begins illuminating the stage as a woman's voice sings, accompanied by the soft sounds of a violin. AMIRA
AMIIIRRAAA The violin instrumentals intensify as none other than the artist formerly known as Skylar Cloud, the one and only AMIRA emerges from the darkness, standing in the spotlight with her arms extended outward. AMIRA, she's the best! Better than all the rest! She slowly starts making her way to the ring, with the lights now strobing around her. AMIRA, she's so cool! Over you, she will rule! Jeering fans in the front row tries to get her attention as she approaches the ringside area, but she chooses to ignore them and head up the ring steps. Sheeee used to say to reach for the SKYYYY-lar; now she crushes all who deffyyy her! She's witty, strong and has no fear; the age of AMIRA is heeere! J.A. Aldridge: ...weighing in at one hundred and forty-three pounds, from Los Angeles, California, AMIRA!! After stopping in the middle of the ring apron with her back to the ropes, she raises a fist in the air, before stepping into the ring. The lights start to return as she takes the center of the ring and then takes her corner. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent… The lights go out. A few seconds later, "Senbonzakura" (violin cover) by Lindsey Stirling plays, the lights go back on, and Julian Tijerrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnaa!!! 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. On his way to the ring, he high-fives fans and surrenders his rose to a lucky girl at ringside. Julian gracefully climbs inside the ring. 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: ...weighing in at two hundred-twenty pounds, from Extremadura, Spain, The Venomous Virtuoso, JULIAN TIJERINA!! Surrendering the mask and the poncho to the referee, 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, stretches with the ropes' help, and waits for the opening bell to sound. Kris Cruise: Both competitors seem anxious to get this match underway. With the prospect of facing Dom Harter for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship down the road, who could blame them? Stephy Auger: I think it’s cute that you actually think this is going to be a competitive match; so naive... The opening bell rings and both competitors move to the center of the ring. They circle around the ring, eyeing each other up before Tijerina reaches out with his right hand as AMIRA reaches out with her left. Their fingers interlace as they reach out with their other hands. The two complete the greco-roman knuckle lock and instantly begin struggling. Tijerina uses his size and strength advantage to push down on AMIRA’s arms and force her down towards the canvas. As she begins to squat down, Tijerina pushes her upper backwards and forces her into a bridge. The official drops down to check on AMIRA’s shoulders but she used her head to keep them from touching the mat. AMIRA squirms for a moment before using a kip-up to get back up to her feet. Before Tijerina could force her back down to the mat, she delivers a brutal knee to the mid section that frees up one of her hands. AMIRA delivers three stiff leg kicks to the outside of Tijerina’s knee. His leg buckles and his leverage is instantly lost. AMIRA pulls Tijerina closer and gets caught with a flying knee! Stephy Auger: Her strikes are already proving to be too much for the Spanish Sweetheart. Kris Cruise: She softened him up with those leg kicks and dropped him with that flying knee! Julian is going to have to keep his hands up and start checking those leg kicks or it will be a short night for El Guapo. After dropping her opponent, AMIRA stood over him, applying a wristlock. Julian Tijerina pushed up to one knee but AMIRA had his arm twisted and was awkwardly forcing it behind his back. Tijerina rolled forward and then countered into a hammerlock as he rose up to his feet. With her arm pressed against the small of her back, AMIRA clutched at her shoulder. While keeping the hammerlock applied, Tijerina stepped around AMIRA, underneath her free arm. He grabbed her free arm as he jumped up, swinging his leg behind Amira’s head and then rolling her forward. He intertwined his other leg with one of hers and then crossed his own at the ankles, executing a modified hammerlock small package. The official dropped down to check AMIRA’s shoulders and began to count. ONE . . TWO . . AMIRA forces Tijerina’s legs apart and escapes the pin attempt before the count of three! Kris Cruise: What a maneuver by Julian Tijerina! This guy impresses every time he climbs into the ring! Stephy Auger: That was creative, I’ll give him that much. But how about AMIRA? She’s not going to let surprises like that keep her from winning tonight! AMIRA is cautiously rising to her feet with her back against the ropes as Julian Tijerina begs for her to bring the fight to him. As she rises, Julian charges. At the last second, she steps aside and Tijerina runs chest first into the ropes. He rebounds, and stumbles backwards into a stiff forearm shot to his lower back. He staggers forwards, hits the ropes, and stumbles backwards again. AMIRA hits another forearm shot, repeating the motions one more time. With the third rebound, AMIRA hits a spinning elbow strike to the back of the head that drops Julian forward! He drops down to his knees and leans on the middle rope. AMIRA quickly steps out onto the apron and pulls Julian up to his feet and begins dragging him through the ropes. AMIRA hits a flurry of knee strikes to Julian’s chest and finishes him up with a scissor kick! Tijerina falls forward through the ropes and down to the arena floor! Kris Cruise: Not where Tijerina wants to be. The ringside area doesn’t suit his technical style as well as AMIRA’s aggressive, smashmouth style! Stephy Auger: So are you finally going to agree with me? AMIRA is going to pull this off and put Tijerina out of his misery! Kris Cruise: By the looks of things… Maybe! Tijerina is quick to his feet. He turns towards the ring but AMIRA is already sprinting towards him at full speed. She slides under the bottom rope with a baseball slide and transitions smoothly into a headscissor takedown that whips Tijerina into the security railing! AMIRA’s departure from the ring drew the ire of the official who was about to begin using his ten count. AMIRA stalks Tijerina as he pushes up off of the floor and slowly climbs to his feet. AMIRA cuts him down instantly with a front kick to same knee she softened up earlier, dropping him to a kneeling position. She takes a step back and then connects with a reverse side kick to the jaw of Tijerina! AMIRA slides back into the ring and rises to her feet, locking eyes with the official and then pointing towards her opponent, telling him he can start counting now. Kris Cruise: I guess AMIRA thinks she can tell the official when to do his job. Stephy Auger: Well she didn’t appreciate the attitude he gave her while trying to soften up her opponent… Ref: One… Two… Three… Four... Tijerina slowly begins to climb to his feet. AMIRA steps between the referee and the ropes, stepping through, and climbing to the outside, breaking up his count. AMIRA lifts Tijerina and rolls him into the ring. She follows along and quickly whips him into a corner across the ring. AMIRA backs herself into the opposite corner and bounces out into a cartwheel. She follows through the cartwheel into a jumping high kick. Tijerina gets his hands up and blocks the kick, catching AMIRA’s leg in the process. He pushes her backwards as he transitions into an ankle lock submission hold. Tijerina drops down and also applies a leg scissors around the isolated leg. AMIRA squirms towards the ropes and she fights the pain of the submission attempt. Kris Cruise: This will be the biggest obstacle for AMIRA to overcome. All of these strikes she throws, she’s exposing limbs for Julian Tijerina to clamp onto and apply submission holds. Stephy Auger: She’s almost got a hand on the ropes! AMIRA’s fingertips keep brushing the bottom rope, but she just can’t seem to reach it. Julian releases the leg scissors and drags AMIRA into the center of the ring. He pulls her up to her feet and quickly suplexes her back onto the canvas. Julian keeps a hold of his opponent and swings his body around, lifting her up, and quickly slamming her back down with a snap suplex! Julian rolls once again, lifting AMIRA up, and then dropping her down with a brainbuster! Kris Cruise: Tres Amigos! Julian floats over after the brainbuster and hooks a leg for the cover. ONE . . TWO . . AMIRA shoots her shoulder up off of the mat. Tijerina quickly lifts AMIRA back up to her feet and whips her across the ring. Julian lifts AMIRA and spins her around with a tilt-a-whirl. Before he could follow through with a DDT, AMIRA counters with an arm drag takedown! Both competitors make it to their feet and AMIRA lunges forward for a lariat attempt. Tijerina counters with a Fujiwara Armbar attempt. As they fell towards the canvas, AMIRA jumped up and leeched onto his back, flipping him over into a crucifix roll up! The official didn't even make it to the mat before Julian kicked out. He popped up to his feet and caught AMIRA with a Buzzsaw Kick as she rose to her knees! Kris Cruise: God! That kick echoed throughout the arena! Stephy Auger: There’s got to be some kind of rule against a kick like that! Kris Cruise: AMIRA has been using her feet throughout the entire match! Don't be ridiculous... Julian marches across the ring and grabs AMIRA by the head. He lifts her up and attempts a vertical suplex. As he lifts AMIRA off of the ground she shifts her weight and her momentum swings her back down. As she comes down she hooks one of Julian’s legs and rolls him up into a small package. The official slides into position and begins the count. ONE . . TWO . . Julian powers out of the small package as the referees hand was coming down for a third time. Kris Cruise: A solid counter from AMIRA! Stephy Auger: I think that count seemed a little slow. The referee must be a Tijerina fan! AMIRA patiently watches as Julian rises to his feet. He lunged towards her but she side steps him and sends him towards the ropes. Tijerina rebounds and darts back towards AMIRA. She's ready for him and flips him over with a hip toss. As Tijerina crashes towards the mat, AMIRA spins, hooks the back of his head, and turns it into a modified neckbreaker! AMIRA backs away and waits for her opponent to sit up. As Tijerina sits up, she charges and connects with a running front dropkick! She quickly makes the cover, this time, draping her feet across the bottom rope for leverage without the referee seeing. ONE . . TWO . . THR-- AMIRA kneels next to her opponent, furiously looking down at him in disbelief after he kicked out. Kris Cruise: Even with the additional leverage, Tijerina found a way to kick out! Stephy Auger: Oh please! He already thinks he's god's gift; let's not inflate his ego any further. AMIRA lifts Tijerina up to his feet and shoves him backwards into the corner by driving her shoulder into his midsection. AMIRA wraps her arm around Tijerina’s head and applies a side headlock. She forces his face against the top rope and drags it along before releasing it halfway across the ring. Julian staggers around, digging at his eyes with the palm of his hands. She backs herself into the same corner they just came out of and waits for Tijerina to push forwards to her. She catches him with a back elbow to the mouth that stuns him. AMIRA hops up onto the middle rope and grabs Tijerina by the back of the head. AMIRA whips herself around and drives Tijerina back down to the mat with an inverted tornado DDT! AMIRA pulls up on Julian’s legs as the referee positions himself to make the count. ONE . . TWO . . THR-- Tijerina shoves AMIRA off of him to break up the pinfall. Kris Cruise: Another close fall for AMIRA! She has to be thinking to herself, what do I need to do in order to keep Julian down! Stephy Auger: If not, I’m thinking it for her! AMIRA argues the count with the official, slapping her hands together three times. She shakes her head and turns her attention back to her opponent. Tijerina crawled over towards the ropes and began to pull himself up to his feet. AMIRA stomps over and grabs Tijerina by the wrist and spins him around. Tijerina instinctively ducks underneath a forearm strike and counters with a cobra clutch! Tijerina drags AMIRA into the center of the ring, sweeps her legs out from under her, and drives her face first into the canvas! Tijerina aggressively pulls AMIRA back up and then whips her into the corner. AMIRA counters, and sends Tijerina towards the corner. Julian runs up the turnbuckles and does a backflip off of the top rope, leaping over AMIRA as she followed behind him. She turns around and gets hit with a dropkick that knocks her against the turnbuckles. Tijerina follows that up with a step-up enziguri that drops AMIRA from the corner. Julian steps through the ropes and quickly launches himself back into the ring with a slingshot leg drop across the back of AMIRA’s head and neck! Kris Cruise: A beautiful combination in the corner followed up by La Guillotina! Stephy Auger: Get up AMIRA! Julian rolls AMIRA over but she reaches up and rakes his eyes before he could make a cover. Julian stumbles back against the ropes, once again rubbing at his eyes. AMIRA struggles to her feet, holding the back of her head as she rises. She grabs Tijerina by the wrist and whips him across the ring. As he rebounds she cuts him off with a spinning sitout sleeper slam! AMIRA sticks the landing and instantly begins working to apply her New AMIRAcana submission hold. She lays across his chest, working on his free arm, trying to pull it in across his own throat. He twists his body and slides his legs out from underneath her, countering into a Fujiwara Armbar! He wrenches her arm upwards, tearing at her shoulder joint as she reaches out and grabs ahold of the bottom rope. Tijerina release the hold and takes a step back as AMIRA clutches her shoulder. Tijerina steps towards her but the official steps in the way, wanting to take a look at her shoulder. Tijerina backs up for a moment but steps forward again. This time AMIRA reaches up, grabs the front of Tijerina’s tights with her other hand and pulls him down, forcing him to fall through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. AMIRA crawls towards a corner and continues to hold her shoulder. The official follows her to check on her with Julian on the outside of the ring. Kris Cruise: Something smells fishy here. That armbar wasn’t in long enough to do any serious damage. Stephy Auger: Oh, you’re a doctor now. For all we know she could have tore her shoulder apart! The crowd begins to jeer as Blake Rogers sprints down the entranceway. Tijerina rises to his feet only to be met by a running knee lift from Blake Rogers! AMIRA continues to distract the official as Blake Rogers lifts Julian Tijerina up to his feet. He secures a pump handle and flips Tijerina up over his head, transitioning into a stunner to complete Maximum Impact! Rogers lifts Tijerina up and rolls him back into the ring. Kris Cruise: Not like this! Stephy Auger: What? What happened? AMIRA rises out of the corner with a smirk on her face. She lays across the chest of Julian Tijerina and the official confusingly drops down for the count. ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, AMIRA!!! The crowd boos as AMIRA gets her arm raised by the referee. Blake Rogers looks on from right in front of the entrance curtain. Kris Cruise: A solid match, ruined by Blake Rogers’ disdain for Julian Tijerina. Stephy Auger: HEY! Lets not take anything away from the victor! AMIRA earned this win tonight. 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