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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:07:07 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:21:40 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 
Laredo Energy Arena
Laredo, TXThe video fades to an outside shot of the Laredo Energy Arena in Laredo, Texas. 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...
OPENING CONTEST
Bristow & Barnes vs. Bean Bands & Rhett Bands
“Run This Town” by Jay-Z feat. Kanye West & Rihanna starts to play. Strobes begin surveying the building as darkness has taken over the arena. Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Is who's gonna run this town tonight We gonna run this town Bright lights shine on the entranceway nearly drowning the entire scene in white as Tully Barnes and Nate Bristow emerge from the backstage area. The two tag partners stand at the top of the entranceway with smug smirks on their faces and their eyes focused on the ring in front of them. The lights quickly dim again and the arena is filled with green and yellow laser lights as Bristow & Barnes start toward the ring. We are, yeah I said it, we are, This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get ya'll black tees on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they Dillingers I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough This is la familia, I'll explain later But for now let me get back to this paper, I'm a couple bands down And I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma's, six zeros, dot zeroes here it go, Back to runnin' circles 'round n*ggas, now we squared up, hold up J.A. Aldridge: The following is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds! They are the team of Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes… BRISTOOOOW AAAAAAND BAAAAARNESSSS!!! As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched. Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile, Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gon' run this town tonight Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy, Is who’s gon' run this town tonight? Now inside the ring, they cross paths and perch up on the ropes on the opposite of the ring, one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, taunting the fans as they await for the start of the match. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, weighing in at a total combined weight of 487 pounds… BEAN BANDS and RHETT BANDS! Bean and Rhett Bands raise their arms to a small applause from the crowd. Kris Cruise: We’re kicking things off with tag team action featuring the FGA in-ring debut of Bristow & Barnes! These two men have assisted Ricky Valero in getting the jump on Owen Gonsalves and Chris Bond on multiple occasions. But tonight, we’re gonna get to see what these two bring to the table in an actual sanctioned match. Stephy Auger: Well I can tell you what they’re going to bring, Cruise. Raw aggression! Relentlessness! These two men take no prisoners. You’ve seen what they’ve done to the likes of Bond and Gonsalves. Expect that times ten here in this one. The bell sounds as Barnes and Bean go to lock up. But Barnes decides to nail him with a kick to the midsection instead, doubling him over. The boos continue knocks Bean down to the canvas with a double ax handle across the back. As soon as Bean gets up on all fours, Barnes flattens him with an elbow drop. Beans gets back up on all fours. This time, Barnes flattens him with a delayed knee drop across the back of the neck. Once he returns to his feet, he barks down at Bean, daring him to get up. As soon as Bean slowly gets back up on all fours, Barnes knocks him over onto his back with a kick to the ribs. Barnes reaches down, grabs Bean by the hair and drags him all the way over towards the ropes. He then chokes him with his foot while pulling down on the top rope. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Barnes lets go. The boos continue when Bristow then hops off the apron, pulls Bean’s upper body out across the apron and nails him with a pointed elbow smash across the throat. Back in the ring, Barnes positions Bean before catapulting him throat-first into the bottom rope. He then yanks Bean back inside, drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bean gets his shoulder up. Stephy Auger: What did I tell you, Cruise? Raw aggression! Relentlessness! These two don’t stand a chance against Bristow & Barnes! Kris Cruise: They definitely are an angry bunch, aren’t they? Barnes picks up Bean, flips him over with a snapmare, pulls his head back by the hair and smashes him with a punch to the nose. He then reaches down, yanks Bean back up to his feet and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. After returning to his feet, Barnes bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he smashes Bean across the face with a pointed elbow drop. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Barnes yanks him up by the hair, resulting in boos from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Now there’s no need for that in a match. If his opponent cannot protect himself or continue the match, then the match should be stopped. It’s like these two take joy in beating their opponents senseless. Stephy Auger: Now you’re catching on! Barnes tosses a now bloody nosed Bean down to the canvas and barks at him to tag out to his brother Rhett. Barnes continues to bark demands at Bean while Bean slowly crawls over towards his corner. Annoyed with how slowly Bean is moving, Barnes reaches down, yanks Bean up and tosses him into the turnbuckles. He then motions for Rhett to get in the ring. Rhett looks over at his battered brother Bean and tags himself in. Stephy Auger: I think we just saw Rhett second guess his career choice! Once Rhett gets in, he and Barnes circle the ring until Bristow knocks him down from behind with a clothesline to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as Bristow & Barnes put the boots to Rhett. Kris Cruise: Oh come on! Bristow puts his hands up and makes his way out onto the apron while Barnes continues to stomp away at their opponent. He picks up Rhett, runs into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. Barnes slams Rhett into the corner so hard that Rhett bounces off the top turnbuckle pad and falls to the canvas. Barnes laughs as he shakes his head before tagging Bristow in. Bristow gets in and circles Rhett before putting the boots to him. He takes a few steps back before dropping a pointed elbow of his own across the face. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Rhett kicks out. Bristow takes his forearms and rakes it across Rhett’s face before choking him with his hand. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Bristow reluctantly lets go. He returns to his feet, yanks Rhett up and sends him stumbling back into the ropes after a European Uppercut. After Rhett bounces off the ropes and staggers back over towards Bristow, Bristow sends spittle flying out of Rhett’s mouth after knocking him down with another hard European Uppercut. Kris Cruise: Good God! Bristow reaches down, grabs Rhett by one of his wrists, yanks him back to his feet and turns him inside out with a short-arm clothesline. The boos continue as Bristow kicks Rhett over onto his back before dropping down and making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Bristow pulls Rhett’s head up. Kris Cruise: Enough’s enough, already! Stephy Auger: They’ll tell you when it’s enough! Bristow goes over and tags in Barnes. Once Barnes gets in, the duo pick up Rhett and whip him into the ropes. When Rhett returns, they deliver a double running shoulder block. Barnes then delivers an elbow drop. Bristow follows up with a leg drop. After Bristow returns to his feet, the crowd cheers when Bean leaps onto his back and puts him in a sleeper. But the cheers turn to boos when Bristow reaches up, grabs Bean by the hair and slams him down in front of him. Barnes then marches over, yanks up Bean and whips him hard into the corner. While Bean arches his back in pain, Bristow charges into the corner and bashes him with a corner running forearm smash to the face. Bristow & Barnes then send Bean slumping down in the corner with a mudhole stomps. While Bristow chokes Bean with his foot, Rhett turns Barnes around and nails him with three punches to the face. He then takes Barnes and goes for an irish whip. But Barnes reverses, sending Rhett into the ropes. When Rhett returns, Barnes sets up for a back body drop. Rhett sees it comes, so he jumps over Barnes. But Bristow catches him in mid air before throwing him down with a spinning spinebuster. Bristow throws him down with such force that the back of Rhett’s head bounces off the canvas. Kris Cruise: Jesus, what a move by Nate Bristow! Stephy Auger: He nearly threw him through the ring! Barnes helps lifts Rhett up onto Bristow’s shoulders before he delivers an aided turnbuckle powerbomb. As a dazed Rhett staggers from out of the corner, Bristow delivers a Belly-to-back popup into a Backstabber from Barnes. Stephy Auger: The Dealer of Reality! The boos continue as Bristow makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “Run This Town” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, BRISTOW & BARNES! The boos continue as the ref goes to raise Bristow & Barnes arms in victory. But they quickly yank their arms away from the ref before chasing him out of the ring. Kris Cruise: Hello everyone and allow us to formally welcome you to another edition of Vertigo. I’m Kris Cruise. Joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! That was an absolutely dominant debut we just saw from Bristow & Barnes! Stephy Auger: Of course it was dominant! Valero doesn’t put his seal of approval on losers. That’s why he’s not hanging around with the likes of Gonsalves and Luke Jackson anymore! You’re right, though. What we saw was complete and utter domination. If I’m any team currently in the tag division, I’m thinking about potentially getting out a.s.a.p. Kris Cruise: Stephy, we are just two weeks removed from Only the Strong Survive and we’ve seen a changing of the guard. Stephy Auger: That’s right! The Mindkiller, Izzy Anders, beat Cordy Stevenson... Kris Cruise: With the hel- Stephy Auger: NUH UH UH! NOPE! I don’t want to hear it! Izzy Anders toppled Cordy Stevenson at the pay per view to become our new Undisputed Champion! Do you know what that means, Cruise? It means that all the power lies in Izzy’s hands now. Tonight, after our main event, our new champion will take center stage in the center of the ring and will be addressing the crowd. I don’t know about you. But I think we could see that new Undisputed Championship belt going up in flames. Kris Cruise: If Izzy dares to disgrace that championship, then she deserves whatever happens to her, be it from members of this roster, management or both. But I know one thing. Cordy Stevenson isn’t going away quietly. You wanna know who else won’t be quiet? The 2017 Gold Rush Rumble winner Johnny Karma, who has earned himself a shot at the Undisputed Championship. At All-Star Showdown XI, it will be Anders vs. Karma for the title. Boy, I cannot wait for that. But that’s not all. Also here tonight, we have the return of a wrestling superstar as Texas’ own Heather Lasiewicz returns to the ring to take on a man she knows very well, “The Tenacious Little Bastard” Dom Harter. Stephy Auger: These two didn’t mince words in the leadup to this contest. There’s a lot of animosity from both sides. I expect that one to be one hell of a fight. Kris Cruise: Also here tonight, we have the long awaited in-ring debut of James Edwards. Some recent signings from 3GW, like the likes of Susan Kent, Jaelynn Ramsey, Terrence Tillman and Macy Dover will also be making their FGA in-ring debuts tonight. Of course, we can’t forget about our co-main event. I’m talking about Noelle Smith going one on one with Sadie San Francisco. You want to talk about a fight, Stephy? This one is gonna be something else. Stephy Auger: These two cannot stand each other. They’ve been at each other's throats since Sadie showed up in FGA at the side of our Chief, Evan Envi. Noelle may have gotten the win in tag team action two weeks ago. But The Pope will fix that mistake later on tonight. Kris Cruise: We’ve got a ton of action for you right here on Vertigo. But right now, let’s send it to comments from this man... |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:23:52 GMT -5
"I finally got the call." The words fill the empty space and hang in the air, reverberating off the walls. The silence that follows is not eerie, just unusual for when James Edwards speaks. The typical white noise, the urban jukebox, is no more, suggesting that this staircase is new. James Edwards: Management finally got back to me and said they had a fight. Told me to hop on a plane and come to Laredo, Texas, and I did because you don't get on your knees and beg like an idiot, and then balk when you get what you want. Despite his words of gratitude, James' ears turn a lovely hue of red as he reminisces about his two-week-old plea. James Edwards: I ain't much on tough talk before a match. It makes things more personal than they ought to be. Ain't much for self back pattin' speeches either. They fill a fighter's head up with bullsh*t when it should be emptier than halls before a show, but I'm not here to wax on about the do's and don'ts of this sport. He pauses and takes a deep breath. Prattling on and on is a tell-tale sign of nerves, not that the Burning Heart would admit to it. James Edwards: This is a shot at the big time for me. My first one. I don't wanna f*ck this up. What I said a few weeks ago holds true, I wanna see if I'm good enough to last around here. I kind of need to know. When losses pile up, you doubt yourself--a whole bunch. The only way to cure that is to win, and keep on doing it. Thrive or dive, man, and I sure as hell don't want to go on a free fall. Just like that, out of the blue he is done speaking. James knows he just showed a vulnerable hand. It might cost him or might not. The only thing left to do is prepare. The new arrival stands up and walks down the flight of stairs. He takes a hard right and the camera barely has time to shift. When it does the door below a sign reading "Locker Room" slams shut. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:25:08 GMT -5
Jessie Pederson is standing in front or the Vertigo backdrop.
Jessie Pederson: Please welcome my guest at this time, making her FGA in-ring debut, Susan Kent.
The camera moves to Susan Kent now standing next to Jessie.
Jessie Pederson: Welcome.
Susan Kent: Thank you, how’s it going.
Jessie Pederson: Good. First let me ask you, about being in the front row at Only The Strong Survive, were you there watching or scouting.
Susan Kent: A little of both actually, before the show I had finalized my contract, so I’m ready to go.
Jessie Pederson: Tonight in your debut match, you face Neon, what is your assessment of her as a competitor.
Susan Kent: Well, I been watching her matches, my trainer Dana believes it something you should always do, she a great competitor, but I’ve heard that she struggles against wrestlers with a fast paced style like mine, but another thing Dana thought me was to never underestimate an opponent, so I be cautious in there and try not to make to any mistakes, one mistake and your opponent will take advantage.
Jessie Pederson: Awesome, so once again welcome and good luck tonight.
Susan Kent: Thanks Jessie.
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:31:28 GMT -5
I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF The rumbling of guitars and thundering of drums as some of the crowd begin to cheer again. Their heads turning towards the top of the aisle, where the Tenacious Little Bastard steps out through the curtain, throwing his arms up into the air to elicit another cheer from the Laredo fans. Dressed in his ring attire ahead of his main event match against Heather Lasiewicz later on, as well as a Carilyn Cutie t-shirt (he lost a bet) and a leather jacket. Kris Cruise: Looks like Dom Harter will be joining us. What do you think he wants, Stephy? Stephy Auger: Probably to beg these fans not to boo him when he faces Heather later tonight. Or maybe try and think of an excuse why he lost the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title. Harter walks up the steps, doing his best to ignore the “Heather’s Gonna Kill You” chants coming from a small section of the Texan fans - but it just causes him to smirk as he poses on the apron, his arms resting across the top rope. In a rare display of agility, Dom flips backwards over the ropes to enter the ring where J.A. Aldridge is standing with a microphone in hand. He hands it over to Dom and exits the ring quickly, leaving The Tenacious Little Bastard alone with the fans. Dom Harter: Hello Laredo! The cheap pop works like a treat, even silencing the contingent of Heather’s fans, who Dom points to with a crooked grin on his face. Dom Harter: I know, I know you’re expecting me to be miserable right now. After the failure that was Only The Strong Survive - losing my Mid-Atlantic Legacy title to AMIRA, getting eliminated from the Gold Rush Rumble by Evan Envi of all people… Harter shakes his head, looking out across the crowd who continue cheering regardless. Dom Harter: But since that night, in those two weeks, I’ve done some thinking. Some soul searching. And I’m not going to make excuses for my performances that night. I’m not going to stand here and blame Drew Landry for being made of glass, or for not being able to withstand a light breeze. And it’s not even AMIRA’s fault for having to resort to a low blow - she did what she felt necessary to become champion… The crowd boo as Dom pauses his pacing, taking a moment to shrug his shoulders and shake his head before he resumes his pacing. Kris Cruise: Many defenders would say that Dom had that match won until the referee got knocked out. Then AMIRA was able to capitalize. Stephy Auger: And they’d be making excuses, Cruise. The better wrestler won on the night! Dom Harter: It’s not something I’d do, not since I turned over this new leaf. But enjoy the title belt, AMIRA. Because I’ve realized that I don’t need it. I don’t want it; that belt was a means to an end, it was what I needed at the time to complete the Grand Slam here in FGA! And a few months ago at Grapple Kingdom that’s exactly what I did! A loud cheer from the crowd on that one, and Dom encourages them to cheer louder as he beats his chest with one hand. Kris Cruise: The only Grand Slam winner in FGA history! Dom Harter: And I’m many things, but a third tier champion isn’t one of them. Because I realized over these last two weeks that I’m bigger than the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title, and I shouldn’t limit myself to it. So, unfortunately, I won’t be invoking my rematch clause against AMIRA. Instead I’ll be moving on to bigger and better things. And that starts tonight when I help Heather Lasiewicz kick off her comeback tour. It starts when I begin to show the rest of the roster what Savannah Taylor has learned the hard way over recent weeks. That Dom Harter is the greatest wrestler in t--- But Dom’s interrupted; the crashing sounds of “Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon playing throughout the arena as Jimmy Page blasts through the curtains. Page looks around, scanning the crowd who gives him a hardy boo. Page scratches the side of his nose and walks down towards the ring, dressed in a gray hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of black and white shorts over black compression pants, and black running shoes. Page climbs up the steel steps, enters the ring, and makes a B-line towards the ropes behind Harter demanding a microphone. Page twirls the microphone in his hand, then places it towards his mouth… Jimmy Page: Y’know for how many years I’ve come to know you Harter, you never cease to impress me. I think I have you figured out, I think I understand your mindset, and yet you still manage to sink even lower...EVEN by my standards. Page keeps eye contact with Dom as he continues. Jimmy Page: See, I’m not hear about the titles, I’m not even here to interrupt your self fellating in front of these people. The reason I’m out here, is because beyond of all of that, you can’t help but BE nothing more than a liar. You came back here, and you announced to these people that you changed, that you’ve turned over a new leaf; You’re REFORMED. And the problem I have with that is that there isn’t a genuine bone in your body. So, what I want to know is, where the Hell do you get off insulting me…?! Huh? Where the Hell do you get off to say that I’m being ingenuine when I say I’ve been going through some things and I’m trying to FIX it?! Because while you’re out here being the selfish YOU that I’ve known for three years now; I’ve been trying to pick up the pieces. I’ve been trying to do the right thing, even if it means I take my lumps on the chin from these people in the crowd! The crowd boos Jimmy who seems unfazed by their jeers as his eyes stay locked on Harter who doesn’t seem to be all that interested in Page’s rant. Jimmy Page: If it’s not you taking potshots in interviews about me and the peers I’m with, it’s you going on social media playing the victim. And to escalate that, The Gold Rush Rumble, where you had your stooge Molly Reid help you in tossin’ me over, reaffirmed me in my thoughts that Dom Harter...the newly reformed Dom Harter...was a LIE. So what I want to know is how you can stand there in your own skin and keep up this charade? Page mouths, “I really am curious.” to Harter as he continues to stare him down. Dom steps closer to Jimmy, not taking his eyes off the Flint native; neither man budging an inch as Harter lifts his microphone to his lips. Dom Harter: You’ll have to remind me what I said, Jimmy, I can’t remember a thing after I got roofied… He shrugs his shoulders. Dom Harter: But it’s nice to see you parroting the same spiel as Heather, Chandler, and the rest of them. I believe it was William Hazlitt, the 19th century English writer who first said, ‘to give a reason for anything is to breed doubt in it’ … so, Jimmy, I get it. I do. Ten months ago when I told you and these fans, when I told the world that I had turned over a new leaf so I wouldn’t inspire any more hack wrestlers! When I told you all that I’d refrain from unnecessary attacks, when I’d wrestle within the rules, I meant it. And I beat everyone who was put in front of me, and I did it cleanly. I won the Grand Slam! And I did it cleanly. But still, you people doubt me. Why, because I say mean and horrible things? He uses a childish voice to mock Jimmy. Dom Harter: Or because me and my - what was the word? My stooge. Horrible word, by the way. Doesn’t even come close to describing our relationship, but why let the truth get in the way of your logic, right Jimmy? But, and you can tell me, Jimmy, did we break any rules when we eliminated you? Or is this just a bruised… Dom gestures towards Page, lingering in the direction of Jimmy’s crotch before returning upwards; that same crooked grin on his face as he does so. Dom Harter: ...your bruised ego talking. You’re upset at being eliminated, I get it. Trust me, I’ve been there! And the Dom Harter of old, he’d take more potshots at you right now. But since I’ve turned over a new leaf, I’m going to extend the olive branch. I’d like to help you, Jimmy. Because if what you’re saying, if you’d like to become a better man. Then I want to help. So what do you say? Page begins to scratch the left side of his face in irritation. He paces in a circle, then looks Harter in his eye. Jimmy Page: Y-you know what…? Page stifles back a chuckle. Jimmy Page: If I were set on fire, and you came towards me with a bucket of water? I’d rather BURN...then accept your “olive branch”. Because here’s how this works, and this is how it’s been with you even before I stepped into FGA: Everyone around you is a nuisance. Because in your head, you can’t understand why people just don’t see things the way you do. Why can’t people just let you STEP all over them so you can get what you want? Why can’t people just fall in line and just let “HARTER HIT HARDER” and be great…?! Why can’t people just be pawns in your stupid little game?! You Harter? Page mocks Harter’s previous gesture, in a more lazy fashion, until his left hand moves in a circular motion in Harter’s face. His hand stops and forms an index finger pointing right at Dom. Jimmy Page: Are POISON. And you know what I use to have that same mindset as you. I use to think that everyone around me was holding me down; No accountability for my own actions. I use to think that if I played my game long enough, I’d be happy. And if you’ve been keeping up with my life, that got me NOTHING. We use to be the same, but the difference between you and me is that I took some time to reflect on myself. I’m not standin’ in front of you or these people puttin’ on a facade, getting on my soapbox and telling people that I’ve been misunderstood. I’ve got to earn that. So whatever this stupid little game is, it stops… Page gets up close towards Harter. Jimmy Page: Or I make it STOP! There’s a moment of silence between them as the two men stand toe to toe; neither man budging an inch before Harter takes a step back, raising the microphone to his mouth as he replies with a simple: Dom Harter: I’ll take that as a no... And, with that, he exits the ring and heads back up the aisle as Page continues shouting after him, accusing him of being a fake. Harter stops at the top of the aisle to look back at the ring, where Page is agitated to say the least. Dom just shakes his head as he heads back through the curtain. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:37:50 GMT -5
NEON vs. Susan Kent Susan appears on the stage and uses her hand to fans the crowd, she walks to the ring shaking hands with the fans, she climbs the ropes from the outside and waves to the fans, then climbs down into her corner and waits for her opponent. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas… SUUUSAAAN KENT!!! Neon’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment. Kris Cruise: Susan Kent made a name for herself with the strides she made over in 3GW throughout the Fall. Now Kent is ready to make the next step to FGA. But she’s got a tough task in front of her in the form of The Queen of Mean! Neon’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment. The lights suspend again and Neon makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually, but stops, looking behind her. A more mixed-- but still decisively negative-- reaction emanates throughout the arena as Sadie San Francisco walks from the back, making her way down the ramp, dressed in wrestling gear already aside from a black tee which simply reads "CAMP." J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California! She is “The Queen of Mean”, NEEEEEEOOOOOON!!! Neon turns and runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre an the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound. Sadie simply sits on the apron, looking straight ahead as Neon walks to each side of the ropes, taking in the reaction of the capacity crowd. The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands as she speaks with Sadie through the ropes. Sadie slides off the apron, muttering something to Neon before drifting off toward ringside… Kris Cruise: April 15th was not the night for Camp Envi as everything went wrong for the trio, including bickering, infighting and accidentally eliminating each other in the Gold Rush Rumble. I’m expecting The Queen of Mean to been in an even fouler more than she’s normally in. Stephy Auger: Yeah, don’t expect NEON to bring out the welcome wagon for Susan Kent. The bell sounds as the match starts off with a lockup. After jockeying for position, NEON gains the upperhand by placing Kent in a side headlock. After the ref asks her if she wants to give up, Kent refuses before shoving NEON into the ropes. When NEON returns, the crowd boos when she knocks Kent down with a running shoulder block. She then runs into another set of ropes as Kent returns to her feet. When NEON comes back, the crowd boos when she knocks Kent down with another running shoulder block. The Queen of Mean runs into another set of ropes. When she returns, Kent turns over into the prone position. So NEON hops over her before running into the far ropes. When NEON comes back, Kent gets back to her feet and throws her down with a hip toss. The cheers continue as Kent scoops up NEON and throws her down with a body slam. After NEON returns to her feet, Kent connects with a dropkick, knocking NEON down to the mat. Kent goes to follow up, but NEON quickly rolls to the outside. Kent then turns to the crowd and tries pumping them up by waving her arms up and down. Kris Cruise: The newcomer from Kansas has gotten the betetr of NEON thus far. Stephy Auger: She shouldn’t get ahead of herself and neither should you. It’s still early. While Kent is still playing to the crowd, NEON slides back in and tries to attack from behind. But Kent turns around and brings her down with an arm drag. She quickly transitions into an armbar. The ref kneels down and asks NEON if she wants to give up. But she refuses. After battling back to her feet, NEON takes her free arm and moves Kent back into the corner. The ref then gives Kent until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… As soon as Kent lets go, the crowd boos when NEON doubles her over with a jumping knee to the midsection. NEON then delivers a series of clubbing strikes across the back of the neck. She then takes Kent, presses down on the back of her neck across the middle rope and chokes her. The ref then gives her until the count of five to release the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… NEON lets go. She then brings Kent back into the ring before shooting her into the far ropes. When Kent returns, NEON knocks her down with a back elbow to the face. She then steps back into a nearby set of ropes. When NEON returns, she goes for a jumping elbow drop. But the boos turn to cheers when Kent rolls out of the way. After NEON catches nothing but the canvas, Kent reaches over and quickly puts her back in another armbar. Kris Cruise: Kent’s doing well for herself thus far. She’s playing well to her strengths as well as taking advantage of NEON’s mistakes. Stephy Auger: Yeah, but how long can she keeps this up for? After NEON returns to her feet, the crowd boos after she rakes Kent across the eyes. She then takes Kent and whips her into the corner. NEON charges into the corner, but Kent knocks her back with a back elbow. After stumbling back, NEON runs back into the corner. This time, Kent knocks her back with a boot to the face. She then turns to face the crowd, springboards to the top turnbuckle and knocks NEON down with a moonsault. ONE! . . TWO! . . NEON kicks out. Kent picks up NEON and goes for an irish whip. But NEON reverses, sending Kent into the ropes. When Kent returns, NEON sets up for a back body drop. But Kent stops and counters with a sitout facebuster. She turns NEON over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NEON gets her shoulder up. Kent picks up NEON and nails her with a knife edge chop before whipping her into the far ropes. When NEON returns, Kent sets up for a back body drop of her own. But the crowd boos when NEON grabs Kent by the hair and throws her down with a mat slam. While Kent holds the back of her head, NEON drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kent gets her shoulder up. NEON picks up Kent, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then turns Kent around and pummels her down in the corner with a flurry of right hands. NEON then proceeds to deliver several stomps to the chest before choking Kent with her foot. The ref gives NEON until the count of five to release the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… NEON reluctantly lets go. She then reaches down, pulls up Kent by the hair and whips her into the opposite corner. The Queen of Mean then runs across the ring and into the corner. But Kent ducks and dumps NEON over the top rope. After NEON lands safely on the apron, she doubles Kent over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then reaches over the top rope, grabs Kent and goes for a vertical suplex to the outside. The crowd gasps as she’s almost got Kent up. But Kent kicks her legs, forcing herself back down. She then grabs NEON and counters with a vertical suplex back into the ring. She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NEON gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Good counter there by Susan Kent. That potential suplex off the apron could’ve left Kent in a bad way. Kent picks up NEON, lifts her up from behind and delivers an atomic drop, followed by a russian leg sweep. She then returns to her feet and points to the far ropes before running across the ring. Kent then hops onto the middle ropes before going for a Lionsault... Kris Cruise: She’s almost og it! NO! Stephy Auger: NEON got her knees up The crowd boos as Kent bounces off NEON’s knees and curls up. As Kent tries to get up, NEON runs over and delivers a big boot to the side of the head. She then brings Kent back to her feet, scoops her up and plants her with a Michinoku Driver. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! The crowd cheers when Kent gets her shoulder up. NEON picks up Kent and whips her into the ropes. When Kent returns, the crowd cheers when she knocks NEON down with a spinning heel kick. She then brings NEON back to her feet before whipping her into the ropes. When NEON returns, Kent throws her down with a belly to back suplex. Kent returns to her feet, heads towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope and flips back, connecting with a Lionsault. She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! The crowd boos when NEON gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Close call there for The Queen of Mean! She avoids the three count, but Kent’s still has her reeling. Kent goes for an irish whip, but NEON reverses, sending Kent into the ropes. When Kent returns, NEON sets up for another back body drop. But Kent stops, kicks NEON in the face and follows up with a hurricanrana. She then steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle and goes for the Photo-Op (Frog Splash). But NEON rolls out of the way... Kris Cruise: Nobody’s home for the Frog Splash! Stephy Auger: She just crashed and burned to the canvas! After Kent slowly gets back to her feet and turns around, NEON knocks her down with NE To Your Face (bicycle Knee Strike off the middle rope). The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “Lik Down” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, NEON! The boos continue as NEON gets her arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: The Queen of Mean bounces back from two losses at Only the Strong Survive as she gets the win here tonight. Credit to Susan Kent, though, who didn’t shrink at all under pressure and gave NEON all she had. Stephy Auger: Yeah, yeah, I’ll give the girl her due. She showed a little something out there. But the important takeaway, as you said, was NEON bouncing back from those losses at Only the Strong Survive. Camp Envi could turn their fortunes around here tonight. Of course, that all depends on if Sadie San Francisco is able to follow NEON’s lead. Kris Cruise: I’m sure NEON would love nothing more than to see Sadie fail… I mean win later on tonight... |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:41:18 GMT -5
The show cuts to where The Tenacious Little Bastard himself is walking through the hallways. Dressed in his ring attire, as well as a leather jacket and...a Carilyn Cutie t-shirt. He holds his head high despite what happened with Jimmy Page earlier this evening, but can’t help but roll his eyes as he sees Spencer Burke approaching. Spencer Burke: Dom, can we get your thoughts about what transpired earlier tonight when you were confronted by Jimmy Page? Dom Harter: Now right now, Burke… Dom continues walking, forcing Spencer to turn on a dime and follow along. Spencer Burke: Ok. What about your main event match later tonight? Is this a rematch three years in the making when you take on Heather Lasiewicz-- Dom Harter: Maybe to her, I thought we’d say bygones about whole cheating thing. But she wants to talk sh*t about how I’m faking my new leaf, and how I’m the same little bastard I’ve always been… He shrugs his shoulders. Dom Harter: I mean, I’m not the one showing up to cheer on her opponents, but I’m the bad guy here? Solid logic! But this is Texas and they’ll cheer her regardless. She’ll get her hero’s return regardless. And more than that, Spence, I’ll show her what she’s missed while she’s had her head planted firmly up her own ass for the three last years. And if she wants to fire shots about me losing my Legacy title to AMIRA, or getting eliminated from the rumble - without attacking any referees this time… Harter points to Spencer who nods approvingly. Spencer Burke: Certainly progress from the last time. Dom Harter: Sarcasm notwithstanding, it is! But you’re missing the big picture tonight, Burke. You see, Heather’s return isn’t the most important thing about tonight, right here in Laredo, Texas! Because there’s an FGA debut being made later tonight by the greatest thing to come out of 3GW! They stop outside a locker room without a name plate on the door, and Dom knocks twice before opening the door. Dom Harter: Spencer Burke, I present to you my future ex-wife herself, Jaelynn Ramsey! The door is opened slowly by none other than Jaelynn Ramsey herself. She sees standing there with a bemused expression on his face, while Dom stands to one side with both arm out to one side as if to say ‘ta da!’ Jae Ramsey: Dom, what did I tell you about...Nevermind. This wasn't the introduction I was expecting! She scoffs before addressing him again. Jae Ramsey: Let's do this again. Dom Harter: Not necessary! This is the Jae I want the world to see! Honest, raw, and uncut! She rolls her eyes at the last bit. Jae Ramsey: Fine. I don't think Spencer is here to cater to my every need, so get on with it. The pair of D.C. streakers turn to face Spencer in anticipation for him to interview Jae. He reluctantly draws the mic in his direction to proceed. Spencer Burke: Welcome to FGA, Jaelynn. Do you wish to share your thoughts on your debut match tonight against Lowri Moss? The blonde California-based resident shifts her eyes to the side as she collects her thoughts. She then looks at Spencer to answer. Jae Ramsey: I won't beat around the bush. I didn't come all the way out to Laredo to get by and get a pat on the shoulder for my “efforts.” There's so much complacency in this business and it's honestly sickening. Not even five minutes into the business and these starlets are already pedaling disgusting teas and plastic wraps for belly fat reduction. Talk about walking clickbait. Dom Harter: Or challenging for World titles. She nods in agreement. Jae Ramsey: I've had enough time to prepare for my debut and it was only a matter of when. The time has finally arrived, and the hunger is still there. When 3GW went on hiatus, I returned to the “real world,” and quickly realized I'm not cut out for that nonsense now, and maybe never. I am ready to go up against my Welsh opponent to make it known that I am taking this seriously. I've never met her prior to this, so this feels like a new beginning… She looks away for a second, then draws her gaze back to Burke with a cocky smirk. Jae Ramsey: Except I'm coming in better and stronger than before. A wink and a thumbs up from Dom in approval. Spencer Burke: You do have a bit of history with some of the roster members, Peaches in partic-- Jae Ramsey: Ugh, are you trying to make me sick before my debut? Dom Harter: Whoa, Jae, we all said bygones! Well, me and Peaches did so... Jae Ramsey: Let's just say I will not let her get in my head nor distract me long enough to fail. It's disgusting that I've given her so much power before. I no longer want to do that. As I’ve said before: new beginnings. She smirks again, looking rather pleased with herself as she poses with her arms folded across her chest. Dom steps in again to speak though. Dom Harter: Plus the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad has their hands full with the Elysian Empire and The Keisters, so you can blaze your own trail here! Grab FGA by the balls and tell them you’re Jae Ramsey and you’re here to be the next big thing! Jae cocks her head to the side, smirking. Although she wasn't a total dud in tag team competition (salute to Macy Dover,) the thought of blazing her own trail intrigued her. Jae Ramsey: Absolutely. All of that! These “big names” will not know what hit them when the time comes. Dom Harter: Damn right! Now lets go over the game plan here... She runs both hands over the crown of her head, flattening the stray hairs. With that Jae and Dom step into the locker room to discuss strategy. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:48:07 GMT -5
Lowri Moss vs. Jaelynn Ramsey "No Regrets" by the Sohodolls begins to play throughout the venue. A small cloud of smoke appears on stage, outlining the silhouette of a petite woman. The woman, revealed to be Jaelynn Ramsey walks through the cloud and onto the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oakland, California… JAAAAEEEELYYYNN RAAAAAAMSEYYYYYY!!! She walks down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. She then walks up the steel steps, entering through the ring ropes. As the music fades out, she backs into a turnbuckle, doing a last second stretch before go-time. Kris Cruise: Speaking of debuts, we’ve got another former 3GWer making their FGA in-ring debut tonight. Stephy Auger: Jaelynn Ramsey really came to prominence when she teamed with Dom Harter against the PolyChromatic Lion Attack squad back at 3GW’s “Showdown in the Sun” event. Kris Cruise: Unfortunately for her, Dom Harter won’t be there in her corner tonight to offer his sage advice. She’s got to go this one alone. And who if she up against?... "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: And her opponent, from Llanelli, Wales… LOOOOWRIIIII 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. Kris Cruise: … Lowri Moss, who’s still got a bone to pick with AMIRA after she cost her that Battle Royal a few weeks back right here on Vertigo. Stephy Auger: She should forget about AMIRA and focus on the task at hand. Ramsey showed in 3GW just how much of a scrapper she was. She can hang in there with just about anyone. The bell sounds as the match starts with both grapplers motioning to start things off with a lock up. But At the last second, Ramsey opts out for a kick to the midsection. The crowd continues to boos as Ramsey nails Moss with a right hand, sending her staggering over towards the ropes. Ramsey comes up from behind, turns Moss around and nails her with three stringing knife edge chops before whipping her into the far ropes. When Moss returns, Ramsey throws out a crooked lariat. But Moss ducks and runs into the ropes. When Moss returns, Ramsey goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Moss ducks and runs into the ropes. When Moss returns, the crowd boos when Ramsey tackles her down with a Lou Thesz Press. She mounts herself on top of Moss and nails her with several right hands to the face. She then gets off of Moss, heads over towards the ropes and begins taunting the crowd. Kris Cruise: Ramsey’s gotten the better of Moss thus far. But as you always like to tell me, it’s still early. So why is she turning her back on Moss and trying to rile up this crowd? Stephy Auger: She’s got attitude, Cruise. I see nothing wrong. Ramsey goes back over towards Moss and brings her back to her feet. After marching into the corner, she slams Moss face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Moss around, Ramsey nails her with several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then brings Moss from out of the corner before shooting her into the far ropes. When Moss returns, Ramsey goes for a back body drop. But Moss is able to slip down from behind. She then quickly applies a waistlock. But Ramsey runs forward, wraps her arms around the top rope and yanks back, sending Moss flying off her back and down to the canvas. As Moss rolls back to her feet, Ramsey runs over to attack. But Moss throws her down with a japanese arm drag. The cheers continue as Moss brings her down with another japanese arm drag. As Ramsey gets back to her feet, Moss applies an arm wrench. The ref then asks if she wants to give up. When Ramsey refuses, Moss yanks on the arm before delivering another arm wrench. After refusing to quit again, Ramsey uses her free arm to move Moss into the ropes, initiating a rope break. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… As soon as Moss lets go, Ramsey throws out a sucker punch. But Moss ducks and counters with a right hand of her own. The cheers continue as Moss knocks Ramsey back to the center of the ring with each punch. While Ramsey is dazed, Moss turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd cheers when she knocks Ramsey down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey kicks out. Kris Cruise: Moss is just one of the many grapplers that I’ve heard are starting to set their sights on AMIRA! Stephy Auger: Hmm, sounds like more people trying to steal AMIRA’s spotlight. You see how well that worked for for The Tenacious Little Bastard. What makes them think they’ll fare any better than a Grand Slam winner against her? Moss picks up Ramsey, takes her by the arm and goes for an irish whip. But Ramsey reverses, sending Moss into the corner. Ramsey then charges across the ring and into the corner. But Moss hoists herself up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle and counters with a front kick to the face. She then reaches down, places Ramsey in a front facelock and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Ramsey shoes Moss off of her in mid-turn. After Moss lands on her feet, she runs back over to attack. But the crowd boos when Ramsey knocks her down with a superkick. She drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Moss gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ramsey nearly kicked Moss’ face right off with that superkick, but it only gets two. We’ve got plenty of solid matches still to come. But right now, these two talented newcomers are battling it out on the ring... Ramsey picks up Moss and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. After pulling Moss back up, Ramsey goes for a vertical suplex, but Moss blocks the move. Ramsey then tries for another suplex but again, Moss blocks the move. After three punches to the ribs through the ropes, Moss nails Ramsey with a right hand to the face. She then nails Ramsey with another right hand. Moss throws out another punch. But Ramsey ducks and counters with a legsweep. The crowd boos as Moss bounces off the apron before hitting the floor. Kris Cruise: Good counter there by Ramsey. But how will she follow up? Stephy Auger: I think I’ve got an idea... As Moss starts to get up on the outside, Ramsey takes off into the far ropes. When she returns, the crowd boos as she leaps through the ropes and knocks Moss down with a suicide dive. Stephy Auger: Jaegerbomb from Jaelynn Ramsey!!! The boos continue as Ramsey rolls Moss back inside. She then rolls back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Moss gets her shoulder up. Ramsey picks up Moss, moves her into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops to the chest. She then follows up with a throat thrust. After bringing Moss from out of the corner, Ramsey shoots her into the far ropes. When she returns, Ramsey doubles her over with a punch to the midsection. Ramsey then heads into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Moss down with a scissors kick to the back of the neck. But instead of making the cover, Ramsey drops three elbows across the back before delivering a knee drop across the back of the neck. The boos continue as she pulls Moss over for the lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Moss gets her shoulder up. Ramsey picks up Moss and goes for an irish whip. But Moss reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Moss sets up for a back body drop of her own. But Ramsey counters with a kick to the chest, followed by a short-arm clothesline. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Moss gets her shoulder up. Ramsey picks up Moss and whips her into the corner. She then runs across the ring and nails Moss with a hard elbow strike to the face. Ramsey then grabs Moss by the hair and flings her towards the center of the ring. As Moss starts to pick herself up, Ramsey runs from out of the corner and knocks her down with a palm strike. She drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Moss gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for Jaelynn Ramsey! Stephy Auger: It looks like those pointers that Dom Harter was giving her are paying off. Ramsey picks up Moss and whips her into the ropes. When Moss returns, Ramsey throws out another crooked arm lariat. But Moss ducks, floats over across her back and counters with a crucifix driver! Kris Cruise: What a counter by Lowri Moss! The ref’s sliding over for the cover! This could be it right here! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd boos when Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Moss picks up Ramsey and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Moss throws her down with an STO. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Moss picks up Ramsey and goes for an irish whip. But Ramsey reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. When Moss returns, Ramsey sets up for another back body drop. But Moss counters with a swinging neckbreaker. The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another close call for Ramsey. This match might be slipping away from her, Stephy... Moss picks up Ramsey and sets her up for a German Suplex. But Ramsey blocks the move with three elbows to the face. She then runs into the far ropes. When Ramsey returns, Moss knocks her down with a dropsault. As Ramsey turns over and gets up on one knee, Moss runs over and knocks her down with a Shining Wizard. The cheers continue as she pulls Ramsey back up, places her in an inverted front facelock and brings her 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 picks up another singles win with a victory over Jaelynn Ramsey. Tough break for Ramsey, who controlled the action at times. But Moss was just too much for her in the end. Moss climbs up onto the middle ropes and sends a message to the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion by moving her hands back and forth around her waist... |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:50:37 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:54:43 GMT -5
As we cut back to the arena we hear see Cherry Baum standing in the ring, mic in hand and clad in a cropped Battle Royal GOD t-shirt, and as she prepares to address the crowd she finds it impossible to hide the combination of pride and unbridled joy for the member of the F WA roster she is about to introduce to the Laredo crowd… Cherry Baum: So, uhhh…you know, for the longest time I’ve come up with a bunch of things I’ve wanted to say right now, and I’ve come up with rousing speeches, grand introductions, and this one time I practiced what I was going to say in the mirror and wrecked my vocal chords for a week. But now that we’re finally at this moment, I realized that keeping it short and simple really is the best way to do this. So here goes… Pausing for a moment to take a deep breath, the smile upon her face is so clear that even those in the cheap seats can see it clearly, Cherry savors the moment…and then she raises the mic to her lips once more Cherry Baum: Making his way to the ring, he is the winner of the 2017 Gold Rush Rumble and the number one contender to the Frontier Wrestling Arts Undisputed Championship…he is JOHNNY KARMA!!!Right on cue the combination of Jimmy Page’s hypnotic guitar and Robert Planet’s mournful harmonic welcome Johnny Karma into the arena as he steps out onto the ramp and uses a couple of fingers to blow a kiss to the crowd to a roar of approval from the crowd - at which point he leaves one finger raised to say that, yes, after having his chance snatched away so many times he has finally won the Gold Rush Rumble As he strolls down the ramp towards the ring, pulling a mic from inside his ring jacket, we briefly glimpse Cherry in the ring wiping a tear of happiness from her eye as Karma reaches ringside, where he briskly walks up the ring steps and steps into the ring, where Cherry gives him a congratulatory hug as the two share a couple of private words Johnny Karma: So… Now it’s Karma’s turn to pause – not because he’s at a loss for words, or because he needs to take a breath, but because even though his music has stopped the crowd are still raucously chanting his name, which causes him to turns to Cherry once more and pull up the sleeve of his ring jacket to show her the goosebumps forming on his upper arm Johnny Karma: …so you all caught Only the Strong Survive then? As the crowd cheer, Karma can’t resist the urge to wear a broad smile upon his face at the response Cherry Baum: You know what, J-K, I think they did. Cherry gives Karma a knowing wink Johnny Karma: Standing here now, I can’t help but try to remember how I felt five years ago when I first set foot in the GRR. Back then I was about as new as a newcomer could be, as I’d only just made my debut in this company, and as I was handed my number I knew that I had to do one thing: prove that I could hang with anyone and everyone in the match, because… As he’s about to continue, a poignant thought strikes Karma Johnny Karma: …yeah, I can’t help but think that the one person who always supported me from that first day where I started training, I wish he could be watching this right now like the rest of you all are, but…well, you know. Hearing what’s on Karma’s mind, Cherry places a hand on his arm and leans in, whispering something in his ear, which he appreciates. Having taken a moment to focus once more, he continues Johnny Karma: The thing is, if that Johnny Karma was the one that walked out here right now, he’d probably be doing three laps of the ring in celebration of winning the Gold Rush Rumble before he picked up a mic and he’d probably be out of breath right now – but the Johnny Karma of today won’t be doing that, because while back then winning the GRR would have been achievement enough…and I’m pretty sure the rest of the roster would have been hearing a lot about it for the days, weeks and months that followed. But now? Now I know that the important match, the one worth doing three laps around the ring in celebration of winning, that’s right in front of me and it’s getting closer by the second. As I said a few weeks ago, I’m coming for that title – and that means that all that celebrating that Izzy Anders was doing when she thought she had me beat…every last syllable out of your mouth is worth gornisht right now. As he pauses once more, Karma absent-mindedly pats himself on the exact spot on his shoulder where a title belt would reside…if he held it Johnny Karma: What’s more than that, more than anything that she’s done, is that Izzy doesn’t realized that she’s the end point for everything I’ve been saying I was going to do – and she’s the one who gave me the focus to go through with it, because that Johnny Karma of old woke up one morning and wanted to not just make things better for himself, and not just stop referring to himself in the third-person while using past-tense, but he realized that to make things better for himself he needed to make things better for everybody. Some of you’ll remember and some of you might need filling in, but I said that the one thing this company needed was a champion who didn’t make people need to take a shower after listening to them speak or watching one of their matches, and I said that if I had to take up the challenge that nobody else would, then I’d have to do it. And now here I am, with just one match between me saying what I wanted to do and me actually going through with it – and what got me to this point was because Izzy was dumb enough to be the one who pushed that little bit too far, relying on people to get the job done because she sure as heck couldn’t get it done on her own, and then running off into the night thinking she’d made it. Karma holds his arms out to his sides, as if he’s asking a question without having to say a single word Johnny Karma: Well look at where I am right now. Does it look like you “won”, Izzy, or does it look like your loss is going to be so much greater when it happens? I know you’re somewhere in the back, no doubt telling Savannah Taylor tie your shoelaces because you’re so dependent on her that your world would come crashing down if she couldn’t run interference for you, but you already played your hand – but I haven’t played mine, not by a long shot. And that’s the difference between you and me: I see the match we’re going to have as the moment where everything falls into place after coming up short more times than I want to count – but you, you, lucking out to the title was it for you, and from this moment, this very second, it’s all going to go downhill...so don’t think of me as a contender, or even think of me as your challenger: think of me as the last thing you saw before you starting rolling down that hillside, before you realize you’ve got a long way to go before you hit the bottom. Having said exactly what he wanted to say, Karma goes for a mic drop…only to drop the mic into Cherry’s waiting hands, which allows Karma to point at the All Star Showdown sign that hangs from the rafters, putting one final exclamation point onto everything he has said [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 17:59:12 GMT -5
Spencer Burke...is not standing by backstage like he'd normally be doing at this point in time. Instead, a rogue cameraman just so happens to film the poor bastard as he is lifted up like a sack of potatoes against his will by a rather tall masked man. Being slung across a shoulder apparently leaves poor Spence more than a little frightened as he kicks his little feet along with the Goliath no selling the entire assault even as they round the corner. The cameraman laughs his ass off at the sight and figures 'what the hell', following this scene all the way outside to the parking lot.
Once outside, we can clearly see a large amount of people that hoot and holler over the panicked screams of the poor little interview man as they beat around multiple beach balls. Some are eating burritos as big as your head courtesy of the massive food truck that sits right in the middle of everything. This particular crowd parts like the Red Sea as the masked man continues his trek. And there right beside the food truck outside an RV clearly meant for this sort of thing is probably one of the last people you'd expect to be in a situation like this.
"¡Hermano, trae el gringo aquí!”
As requested, Burke is being delivered swiftly and delicately to one Pedro Gonzales, also known as that other awesome signee from 3GW that's not named Terrence Tillman.
"And thank god I'm not Macy Dover."
Wall breaking aside, he can see the cameraman's attempts to get through the flailing limbs from a monitor with an obnoxiously long extension cord. His whole body relaxes on a beach chair with another used to prop up his feet. When the human package finally arrives at its destination, he encourages the man to gently put Spencer down just as the lens breaks through the humanity. Naturally, this prompts a question of the highest professionalism.
"Pedro, what in the hell are you doing?"
"Me? Oh, well...there's a sold out crowd in the arena. I couldn't get a ticket which is actually quite sad considering I was one of the few 3GW champions not named Cindy and Susan Kent somehow managed to worm her way in the last time." Headtilt. "I wonder how that happened."
The masked man nods. "Probablemente chupa una enorme cantidad de polla.”
"That's not very nice." The tone is scolding in nature, but there's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it trace of a smirk on Pedro’s face. "So since I can't be inside the building, I decided to be pretty damn close to the building. The party wasn't exactly planned, but..." One of the many beach balls float into view only to get whapped right back out of the frame with a shrug to follow. “I got bored waiting for people to notice, so I ended up kidnapping you instead.”
The interviewer pouts. "If you wanted to talk, you could've just asked."
Blink. "What fun would that have been?"
And with this, Burke sighs. “Okay, fine. So…why are you here when you should be preparing for yours and Maritza Diaz’s match against the debuting Serpent’s Touch at Flashpoint?”
“In answer to your incredibly clunky questioning, I have come here to chew bubblegum and watch my competition.”
“But they aren’t here.” A beat. “I mean, that I know of. God knows where this is going on the card. Never mind that you don’t have any bubblegum.”
Pedro shakes his head. “I’m not talking about the ladies. I am talking about everybody else. This is FGA. The stakes are higher. My game needs to step up. So of course I’m going to see the things. And maybe even steal the things. Isn’t that what people do nowadays?”
“You don’t seem to be taking this seriously.”
“Not tonight, no. But the whole five people that actually watched 3GW knows I’m deathly serious in the ring. This isn’t the best and most mind-blowing introduction to a bigger and somewhat different audience anybody’s ever come up with. But people will see what they want to see. If anybody on the roster wishes to see me as a buffoon because of it, that just makes it easier for me to win against them later.”
Before Spencer can say another word, a hand grabs his belt loop and pulls him into the crowd. Pedro in nonplussed.
“Somebody feed that man! He’s all skin and bones!”
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 18:01:15 GMT -5
James Edwards 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, he is 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 ready for action here tonight. Over the last several months, we’ve seen this uneasiness and tension between him and Daniel Widdel. Of course, we’re still trying to get the info on the backstory between these two. Stephy Auger: Well the two of them teamed up a few weeks back. Stunray promised no funny business. But it was Widdel’s insecurity and paranoia that got not only the better of him, but their team, which lead to a loss. The house lights go down, and the arena stays black during the garbled opening guitar rift, then, "Okay." Strobe lights move with the easy beat of the song. James appears at the top of the ramp with the hood on his ring jacket up. He takes a few moments survey everything before him. The hood goes down with the opening lyrics. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Lexington, Kentucky! Weighing in at 204 pounds! He is “The Burning Heart” JAAAAAAAAMES EEEEEEDWAAAAAAARDS!!! Moving with the meandering pace of the music, his eyes never leave the ring. He laps the squared circle, slides under the bottom ropes, and bows martial arts style to all four corners before settling into his own. Kris Cruise: Here is James Edwards, who's finally making his FGA in-ring debut. This hard-hitter is a world renowned wrestler that has been on FGA’s radar for some time now. A man of his caliber is a heck of a catch for FGA. Stephy Auger: Edwards definitely has some name value. But let’s not forget who he’s standing across the ring from, Cruise Don’t just drool all over Edwards and act like Stunray’s chopped liver. Stunray’s the more experienced and dare I even say the more technically sound grappler. Edwards is being thrown into the deep end in his first FGA match. Let’s see if “The Burning Heart” sinks or swims... The bell sounds as the match starts off with a feeling out process from both men. Stunray tries to go in and grapple with Edwards. But Edwards keeps him at bay with various jab feints. Just then, Stunray gets Edwards to commit early and takes him down with a single leg. He quickly tries to turn Edwards over into a single leg crab. But Edwards uses his free leg to repeatedly kick at Stunray. The last upkick to the face knocks Stunray down. After both men return to their feet, Edwards doubles Stunray over with a hard hook to the body before nailing him with a left hook to the ribs, sending The #1 Stunna stumbling into a nearby set of ropes. Edwards heads over to continue his attack. But Stunray wisely slips his upper body between the ropes, forcing the ref to force Edwards back. After there’s suitable distance between the two, Stunray slips back into the ring. The two men begin to circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Stunray begins to move Edwards back and into the corner. The ref then heads over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… After both men make a clean break, Stunray throws out a sucker punch. But Edwards blocks and counters with a right hand of his own. He continues to knock Stunray back with a series of right hands to the face. He then takes Stunray and goes for an irish whip. But Stunray reverses, sending Edwards into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Stunray knocks him down with a spinning back elbow to the face. Stunray then checks his mouth to see if he’s bleeding before marching over and putting the boots to Edwards. Stunray picks up Edwards, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Edwards around, Stunray nails him with a blistering knife edge chop. Edwards then answers back with a chop of his own. Stunray then fires away with another knife edge chop. Edwards answers back with another chop of his own. Stunray then nails Edwards with yet another blistering knife edge chop. Edwards responds with a chop of his own that causes Stunray to guard his chest with both arms. Kris Cruise: I’m not sure how wise it was for Stunray to get into a battle of strikes with a guy like Edwards. Edwards grabs a hold of Stunray, brings him from out of the corner and sends him down to the canvas with a judo takedown. Edwards applies a grounded side headlock and wrenches the hold, causing Stunray to groan in pain. The ref gets down and asks Stunray if he wants to give up. But he refuses. After reaching up with one hand and grabbing Edwards by the hair, Stunray pulls Edwards’ head back before reversing into a grounded headscissors. The ref admonishes Stunray for pulling the hair. But Stunray pays him no mind. He then raises his top leg before swinging it down violently across Edwards’ throat. Stunray brings Edwards back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Edwards returns, the crowd boos when he knocks Edwards down with a running clothesline. The boos continues as he drops three consecutive elbows across Edwards before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards kicks out. Stunray picks up Edwards and places him in a side headlock. But Edwards doesn’t stay there long as he shoves Stunray into the ropes. When Stunray returns, Edwards goes for a back body drop. But Stunray slips down from behind. He then lifts up Edwards for a German Suplex. But Edwards elbows him in the face on the way up. After dropping back down, Edwards performs a standing switch and goes for a German of his own. But Stunray blocks the move. After nailing Edwards with two elbows to the face, Stunray runs into the ropes. When he returns, Edwards throws him down with a snap powerslam. He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Edwards picks up Stunray, moves him into the corner whacks away with hard chop to the chest, leaving Stunray doubled over. He then stands Stunray back up and rocks him with an elbow smash to the face. Edwards turns Stunray back around and bashes him with another elbow smash to the face. He then takes Stunray and whips him into the turnbuckles. Edwards charges across the ring, but Stunray knocks him back with a boot to the face. Stunray then runs out of the corner to attack. But Edwards knocks him down with another elbow smash. He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Edwards picks up Stunray and goes for a short-arm clothesline. But Stunray ducks and counters with a schoolboy roll up. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards kicks out. After both grapplers return to their feet, Edwards quickly locks Stunray in a cravate. He wrenches the hold, causing Stunray to let out a labored groan. When Stunray refuses to quit, Edwards pulls him down into a knee to the face. He once again wrenches the hold. When Stunray refuses one more, Edwards pulls him down into another knee lift… and another. After Edwards tosses him down to the canvas, Stunray sits up. Edwards then runs up from behind and nails him with a hard soccer kick, causing Stunray to arch his back. Edwards then nails him with two more soccer kicks to the lower lumbar before pulling up Stunray, lifting him up and delivering a backdrop suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Edwards picks up Stunray and goes for an irish whip. But Stunray reverses, sending Edwards into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Stunray delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Kris Cruise: Stunray shifts the momentum after that backbreaker. That was a much needed move from Stunray, who spent the last few minutes learning the hard way why Edwards is just an educated striker. While Stunray prepares to go to work on Edwards, he and the ref get distracted by the presence of Aimee Widdel, who can be seen yelling at pointing at Stunray as she makes her way down to the ring? Kris Cruise: Who is that? Stephy Auger: Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s the wife of Daniel Widdel. Aimee climbs up on the apron and continue to yell at Stunray. But the ref is having none of it. So he motions for security, who quickly make their way down from the back, pull Aimee down from off the apron and escort her to the back. Kris Cruise: Another strange turn in the Widdel-Stunray story. Stephy Auger: You don’t say. Back in the ring, Stunray blocks out the distraction from Aimee and goes to put the boots to Edwards before picking him up and delivering a backbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards gets his shoulder up. Stunray doubles him over with a knee to the midsection before delivering several clubbing strikes across the back. He then hooks Edwards before delivering a snap suplex. Stunray holds his lower back before turning over and making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards gets his shoulder up. Stunray picks up Edwards and goes for an irish whip. But Edwards reverses, sending Stunray into the ropes. When Stunray returns, Edwards sets up for a back body drop. But Stunray stops and counters with the Moss Covered Three Handled Family Gredunza. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards gets his shoulder up. After delivering a scoop slam, Stunray holds his lower back as he makes his way across the ring. He then steps out onto the apron before making his way to the top turnbuckle. Once Edwards returns to his feet and turns around, the crowd boos when Stunray leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! The crowd cheers when Edwards gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Close call there for “The Burning Heart”. As Stunray slowly pulls Edwards up off the mat, Edwards begins to nail him with rights and lefts to the midsection. But Stunray stops the comeback with a high knee lift. He then reaches down, pulls up Edwards and goes for a vertical suplex. But Stunray slips down behind Stunray, places him in an inverted front facelock, turns and yanks him down with an Ace Crusher. The crowd cheers as Stunray is laid out. Kris Cruise: What a counter by Edwards! After both men slowly return to their feet, Stunray throws out a right hand. But Edwards ducks and counters with a left hook to the body. Stunray then throws out a wild left hand. But Edwards ducks and doubles him over with a right hook counter, followed by an uppercut that wobbles him. While Stunray is dazed, Edwards turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, Stunray throws out a clothesline. But Edwards ducks and counters with a Sambo Suplex. He holds the small of his back before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Edwards picks up Stunray and whips him into the ropes. When Stunray returns, Edwards doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before throwing him down with a butterfly suplex. Edwards holds his back before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Edwards picks up Stunray and goes for an irish whip. But Stunray reverses, sending him into the turnbuckles. The boos continue as Stunray runs across the ring, jumps and goes for a Stunray Splash (Stinger Splash). But the boos turn to cheers when Edwards moves out of the way, causing Stunray to crash into the turnbuckles. As Stunray stumbles back, Edwards grabs him from behind and delivers the Halfcut Kai (release reverse exploder suplex). The cheers continue as he picks up Stunray, lifts him up and plants him with the Foxfire (fisherman buster). He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “My Name is Human” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JAMES EDWARDS! The cheers continue as Edwards gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Good win there by Edwards, who earned himself a hard fought victory over Stunray. You can’t blame this loss on the presence of Aimee Widdel. Stunray was able to block her out and continued to go to work on Edwards. But in the end, “The Burning Fire” was the man victorious. |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 18:06:10 GMT -5
The cameras cut backstage to where the brunette woman is being escorted away. She’s struggling to break free, shouting at the guards to let her go. Daniel Widdel walks into the chaotic scene, assuring the guards to release the woman. Daniel Widdel: She means no harm, please let her go. She’s my wife, I’ll sort this out. The guards lessened their grip as Daniel’s wife, Amiee Vaughan jumps into Daniel’s arms and sticks out her tongue at the men who were simply doing their job. The two guards backed away letting the couple have some alone time to sort out the issue. Amiee Vaughan Widdel: These idiots don’t know who I am, they deserve to be FIRED. Like, I’m one of the stars from Cougar Hunters. Who do I write a complaint to in this company? Ridiculous. Amiee gussied herself up, straightening out her outfit and her hair. Daniel sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He was obviously frustrated by his wife’s unexpected appearance in the Stunray and James Edward’s match. Daniel Widdel: What were you even doing out there? I told you that I’m the one dealing with this situation. Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Are you kidding me? Are you GOD DAMN kidding me? You’re doing absolutely nothing. YOU’RE STALLING. Amiee raised her voice at her husband pushing his chest with her right hand making him lose a few steps. Amiee Vaughan Widdel: You seriously think waiting for him to pounce is the best plan? I needed to take matters into my own hands. Daniel took a deep breath to quell his frustration with his wife who clearly wasn’t changing her tune about her actions moments ago. Daniel Widdel: How can I do anything when he hasn’t done a thing here? I followed suit by teaming with him in that tag team match. Even when we lost he, apologised to me and said it was his fault. What the hell am I supposed to do? It’s not that simple, Amiee. Amiee stamped her foot, resting her hands on her hips not impressed with Daniel’s reasoning. Amiee Vaughan Widdel: ARE YOU SERIOUS? Are you seriously falling into his nice guy trap? He’s still the same guy twisted, sadistic man he’s always been. You’re worse than Delta Madison.. Like, c’mon. Daniel’s eyes widen as he moved over slightly as he watched Stunray walk over towards them. Amiee sensed a presence as she hastily turned around to come face to face with the man she loathed. A friendly smile appeared on Stunray’s face as he initiated the conversation. Stunray: Hey, how are you guys going? It was so nice to see you again Amiee, it’s certainly been a long time. It was such a pleasant surprise that you decided to show up and watch my match tonight. Amiee stood there silent with her arms crossed and without a second thought she lunged forward and started to struck Stunray with multiple slaps across his head. Stunray crouched down as he protected his head with his arms. Amiee Vaughan Widdel: YOU SON OF A BITCH. YOU SON OF A BITCH Amiee screamed with every hit she made at Stunray until she was pulled away by Daniel. Daniel clutched onto his wife with all his strength as she attempted to wiggle free from his arms. Stunray gave Amiee a potent glare as he caressed his face. Daniel Widdel: You stay away from her… Daniel warned, mirroring Stunray’s glare. Stunray took a few steps forward until he decisively backed away from the scene not taking his eyes away from the couple. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 18:11:05 GMT -5
Macy Dover vs. John Blade “My Time is Now” hits the speakers as John Blade makes his way out to the stage. Blade heads over and talks to the cameraman as he bounces around a little. He then turns and acknowledges the red hot Tampa crowd, who are chanting “Big John Match” to the tune of his entrance music… Crowd: BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAATCH!!! Blade holds up his “NEVER GIVE UP!” logo flag before tossing it to the fans. Blade turns and salutes the fans before running down towards the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts! He is “Big John Match” JOOOOOHN BLAAAAAAADE!!! Anyway we up in this motherfucker,
Security fucking with me, telling me to stop standing on the god damn couches
Now motherfucker, you could get hurt
Turn Down for What! "Turn Down For What" by Upon a Burning Body & Ice T begins to blare over the PA system as Ice T yells over the pumping guitars. Out onto the ramp walks Macy Dover stopping to look around the arena for a second at the top of the ramp. Her hands clenched by her side, she listens to the boos rain down on her and shakes her head. She then begins walking down the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, who would like to be announced at this time as YOUR FGA Fifteen Champion! From National City, California! She is “The Bulldover” MACY DOOOOOVERRRRR!!! A few younger fans reach out their hands hoping she'll reach out and give them a high five, but she ignores them as she makes her way to the ring. She then walks over to the stairs walking up them before swinging around the turnbuckle. On the apron she wipes her feet before dropping into the ring between the top and middle rope. She walks over to the referee to have him check her before going to her corner and waiting for the match to start. Kris Cruise: Macy Dover was the last 3GW 15 Champion. There was some talk about whether or not that championship would transfer over to FGA. But I’ve been told earlier today that the championship will be transferring over, where it will be a third tier championship alongside the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Which is good news for Terrence Tillman, who still wants a piece of her and the championship he was screwed out of many months ago. Stephy Auger: Tillman wasn’t screwed out of anything, Cruise. He shouldn’t blame others for his dumb mistake. He also shouldn’t be mad at the Bulldover for making the most out of an opportunity and winning that title fair and square. Kris Cruise: Well I doubt we’ve seen the last of this issue between Dover and Tillman. But right now, Dover’s got a big match with none other than Big John Match himself John Blade! The bell sounds as Dover and Blade lock up. After jockeying for position, Dover shoves Blade back a few steps. After regaining his balance, Blade begins to circle the ring. He then sizes up Dover before marching over and locking up with her. After jockeying for position, Blade shoves Dover back a few steps. Dover then turns and kicks the bottom rope once she hears the cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Neither grappler was really able to gain the advantage after that display of strength there. Let’s see who will strike first... The two grapplers circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Blade begins to use his strength advantage to move Dover across the ring. Just then, Dover slams on the brakes. She then begins to move Blade in the opposite direction. Dover continues to move Blade across the ring and into the turnbuckles. The ref then heads over and gives both grapplers until a count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers make a clean break… until Dover doubles Blade over with a kick to the midsection. The boos continue as Dover delivers several clubbing strikes across the back. She then brings Blade from out of the corner before sending him into the far ropes. When Blade returns, Dover goes to knock him down with a standing shoulder block. But Blade only gets knocked back a few steps. He doesn’t get knocked down. So Dover turns and runs into another set of ropes. When she returns, Blade braces himself for impact. The Bulldover connects with a running shoulder block. Again, Blade gets knocked back a few steps, but he doesn’t get knocked down. After looking Blade up and down, Dover points to the ropes. Blade then looks around at the crowd. After taking in the cheers, Blade turns and runs into the ropes. When Blade returns, the crowd boos when Dover knocks him down with a leg lariat. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade kicks out. Dover picks up Blade and whips him into the ropes. When Blade returns, Dover throws him down with a back body drop. As Blade gets up and turns around, Dover runs over and goes for a clothesline. But Blade side steps, grabs Dover, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Blade turns and throws up his arms in the air. But the cheers turn to boos as Dover slides in from behind. She runs up to attack Blade from behind. But Blade turns around and lifts her up across his shoulders, setting up for the Blade Breaker. Kris Cruise: He’s got Dover set up for the Blade Breaker! If he hits this, the match is over! Stephy Auger: Oh no! The crowd cheers as Blade’s got her in position. But Dover quickly reaches out and grabs the top rope. Blade tries to walk away towards the center of the ring. But Dover’s got a tight grip on the ropes. She then lets go of one hand before nailing Blade with a hard elbow to the face. After slipping down from behind, Dover follows up with a russian leg sweep. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade kicks out. Dover picks up Blade and delivers a choke by pressing him down across the middle rope. The boos continue while the ref gives Dover until the count of five to release the choke. ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Dover lets go and runs into the far ropes. When Dover returns, she delivers a leapfrog body guillotine. After Blade falls off the middle rope, she drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade gets his shoulder up. Dover picks up Blade, presses him against the ropes and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then turns Blade around, places him in a wheelbarrow hold while he’s across the top rope and delivers a kick to the midsection. She then turns Blade around, scoops him up across her shoulders and delivers a Samoan Drop. She reaches back and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade gets his shoulder up. Dover picks up Blade and throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Blade ducks and runs into the ropes. When Blade returns, Dover throws out a Bionic Elbow. But Blade ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Blade returns, he knocks Dover down with a flying shoulder block. After Dover returns to her feet, Blade runs over and knocks her down with another flying shoulder block. After Dover returns to her feet, Blade turns her around, lifts her up and throws her down with a spin out powerbomb. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Dover gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Big John Match starting to fight his way back into this contest. Stephy Auger: For now. It’s only a matter of time until your 15 Champion shuts him down. Blade picks up Dover and whips her into the ropes. When Dover returns, Balde throws her down with a sitout hip toss. He then returns to his feet and raises his hand in the air. After walking over towards Dover’s head, Blade leans forward and does the “You Can’t See Me” taunt, but he ends up getting kicked in the face. Dover then returns to her feet, runs over and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. The boos continue as Dover steps out onto the apron and makes her way towards the top turnbuckle. But just as she’s got one foot on the top turnbuckle, Blade grabs her before throwing her down with a slam. Kris Cruise: The high risk didn’t pay off for The Bulldover there! Blade picks up Dover and whips her into the ropes. When Dover returns, Blade throws her down with a scoop powerslam. But instead of making the cover, he returns to his feet and does the “You Can’t See Me” taunt before taking off into the ropes. When Blade returns, he brushes off his shoulder before delivers a Five Knuckle Shuffle. Blade then picks up Dover and scoops her up for The Blade Breaker. Blade delivers the move. But Dover counters by landing on her feet. She then runs over and knocks Blade down with a running bicycle kick to the face. Kris Cruise: What a counter by Dover! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone escape The Blade Breaker like that! Dover heads into the corner and begins to wave up Blade. As Blade slowly returns to his feet and shakes out the cobwebs, Dover grows more and more impatient. As Blade turns around, Dover runs over and connects with the Dover Drop (Busaiku Knee). The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “Turn Down For What” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, MACY DOVER! The boos continue as Dover gets her arm raised in victory. She then grabs her title and raises the 15 Championship in the air with the other arm. Kris Cruise: A solid win there by The Bulldover, who gets the W over Big John Match. No doubt she was looking to send a message to any potential challengers. Stephy Auger: I hope Triple T was paying close attention, Cruise. 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Post by FGA Office on Apr 30, 2017 18:13:37 GMT -5
We go backstage to where we find Spencer Burke standing by with Blake Rogers, who’s all geared up and ready for his match later tonight. Spencer Burke: I’m standing by with Blake Rogers and Blake, a lot’s been going on for you lately but let’s start with tonight. You take on Terrence Tillman, a gentleman that made quite the splash in 3GW. What are your thoughts on him and what do you make of this match? Blake folds his arms over his chest and nods a few times in silence. Blake Rogers: I get it, Spencer. Terrence was a big fish in a small pond. But tonight he’s going to come face to face with reality. This isn’t 3GW. This is FGA. This is the big leagues. Here, Spencer, it don’t matter what Terrence did before. Who he beat, what he won. Because the fact of the matter is that he’s stepping into a whole new world and here’s the thing. I’m not like any of those lame wad, white bread wannabes that he faced over there in 3GW. I’m pound for pound one of the most physical, aggressive and downright dangerous competitors that this business has ever seen. Tonight, he’s going to learn pretty quickly that the grass isn’t always greener on the other side of the fence because when that bell rings in just a matter of minutes, his fifteen minutes of fame are up. Spencer nods and moves the mic back to himself. Spencer Burke: Now, that being said we’ve got to talk about Julian Tijerina. You two have been thorns in each other’s sides lately and it looks like things between the two of you are quickly coming to a head. What do you make of what’s gone on with Julian and how……….. Blake holds up his right hand and stops Spencer. Blake Rogers: Before you finish that question, I’ll gladly tell you exactly what I think of that piece of egotistical garbage. He shakes his head and sighs before running a hand through his short hair. Blake Rogers: When I came to this company, I did so with one goal in mind. To get to the top of this place and make a fool out of every single cartoon character and spot monkey along the way. I wanted to go out there and show the world what wrestling should be. It shouldn’t be some stunt show with some idiot doing fifty flips in the air, it shouldn’t be some Saturday morning cartoon with people running around and dressing up like it’s friggin’ Halloween. It should be a pure athletic contest that comes down to technique and wit. The problem with Julian is that he’s sidetracked me from proving that. By getting tangled up with that greasy haired moron, I’ve found myself almost doing the opposite of what I should be doing. He snickers and looks over at Spencer as he shakes his head. Blake Rogers: Whether it was what happened in the rumble or allowing myself to get screwed out of the running for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship some weeks ago, I’ve kind of lost my way a bit because of that fool. But that’s going to change. I’m refocused, Spencer. I’m back on track and mark my words…….Julian Tijerina has one hell of a world of hurt coming his way because I’m sick of playing this game and I’m more than ready to end this and end him. And that, Spencer…….that’s not “guapo”. It’s the god damned truth. With this, Blake brushes past Spencer, who sighs as we fade away. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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