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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 20:41:16 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 20:48:56 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 
ORLEANS ARENA
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA Hello everyone and welcome to VERTIGO! I am Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! We are just two weeks away from arguably the biggest weekend in wrestling this year! I’m talking about All-Star Showdown Six, which takes over Los Angeles and the Staples Center on June 24th and June 25th! Tonight is the last stop on the road to All-Star Showdown and we’re capping off tonight’s show with an explosive main event! We’ve got a huge Eight Man Tag Match, featuring Johnny Karma, Pride Champ Chris Madison, Lowri Moss and Chris Bond versus FGA Undisputed Champ Izzy Anders, Savannah Taylor, Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champ... Stephy Auger: AHEM, you mean MAGNIFICENT AMIRA LEGACY CHAMPION! Kris Cruise: … AMIRA and Ricky Valero! Also here tonight, we’ve got the contract signing for the main event of Night One. Felicity Banks and Chandler Scott will once again come face to face! That should be electirc. We’ve got all that and much more here tonight. But right now, let’s send it on over to the ring! NEON vs. Caintigern (of SCCW) “Lik Down" hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience. NEON 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: It’s time for our opening contest. The last chance for NEON to prove herself before the All-Star Showdown, and I think she’ll be eager to do it against her rookie opponent, Caintigern, especially since NEON was left laid-out toward the end of last week’s Flashpoint. Stephy Auger: And you know whose fault that was, don’t you? 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. Kris Cruise: I suppose you’ll tell me it was-- Stephy Auger: Sadie. It’s Sadie’s fault! NEON 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-- but her music is abruptly interrupted. The lights in the arena fade to a rose color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system to a pop from the crowd! NEON slowly glares toward the ramp. Stephy Auger: Speak of the traitor! Kris Cruise: And a lot of people here in Vegas are probably familiar with Sadie San Francisco! J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Camp Envi! From Milan, Italy! She is “The Queen of Mean” NEEEEEOOOOOOON!!! Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage-- but boos resonate as NEON marches back up, grabbing Sadie by the wrist as she goes to wave out toward the fans. Sadie rolls her eyes but NEON sharply strides to the ring, pulling Sadie along with her. Fans reach out for a high five or a chance to touch the pair but NEON gives each of them a scowl. Abandoning her usual routine, she marches up the steel steps into the ring and motions for Sadie to “stand there” pointing toward a specific corner of the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, CAINTIGERN! Kris Cruise: Caintigern is a promising prospect from over in Sussexx County Championship Wrestling. Let’s see how she fares here tonight against The Queen of Mean! Sadie gives NEON a look of amusement, shaking her head, but stands in the spot she was told to as the music fades. The bell sounds as NEON and Caintigern lock up. NEON quickly shoves Caintigern off of her before doubling her over with a boot to the midsection. She then knocks Caintigern down with a clubbing strike to the back of the neck. As Caintigern gets up on all fours, NEON steps to the side before knocking her over onto her back with a punt kick to the ribs. She then runs into the ropes. When NEON returns, she crashes on top of Caintigern with jumping knees to the midsection. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Caintigern gets her shoulder up. Appalled at the nerve of Caintigern to kick out, NEON mounts herself on top of Caintigern and hammers away with punches to the face. She then picks up Caintigern before whipping her into the ropes. When Caintigern returns, NEON sets up for a back body drop. But Caintigern counters with a kick to the face. While NEON stumbles back, Caintigern runs back into the ropes. When she returns, NEON clobbers her with a discus forearm. Kris Cruise: NEON might have knocked those teeth all the way over into Sussex County! NEON pulls up Caintigern and whips her into the corner. She then charges across the ring before catching Caintigern with a rolling wheel kick, sending her slumping down in the corner. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, NEON charges back over towards the corner before connecting with a running crossbody. After squashing Caintigern in the corner, NEON returns to her feet and begins facewashing Caintigern with the edge of her boot before choking her. The ref gives her until a count of a five to release the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… NEON reluctantly lets go. While the ref checks on Caintigern, NEON heads into the opposite corner and begins undoing the top turnbuckle. Kris Cruise: Hold on just a minute! What is NEON doing? Stephy Auger: She’s making some last minute adjustments! The ring crew was clearly slacking today! The ref turns and does a double take when he sees NEON removing the top turnbuckle pad. He scurries across the ring and admonishes NEON for exposing the steel turnbuckle. NEON responds by waving the turnbuckle pad in his face before throwing it at him. The crowd lets her have it with boos. While the ref tries to put the top turnbuckle pad back on, NEON waves at Sadie to get in the ring. Kris Cruise: Hey! What are Camp Envi doing!? Stephy Auger: Taking advantage of a well-time distraction, obviously! NEON holds Caintigern in place while Sadie gets ready. She then runs over and throws out the Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike). But Caintigern moves out of the way, causing Sadie to nail NEON in the face. The crowd erupts with cheers. Stephy Auger: Gah! Kris Cruise: Sadie just took out NEON with the Palo Alto! Stephy Auger: Sadie, you idiot! After Sadie rolls to the outside, NEON tries to shake out the cobwebs. Once she touches her nose, she pulls her hand back to reveal blood. Stephy Auger: Oh no! NEON has been bloody thanks to Sadie San Francisco and her incompetence! As NEON turns and staggers daggers at Sadie, Caintigern comes up from behind and rolls her up with a schoolboy. ONE! . . TWO! . . NEON kicks out. Kris Cruise: Caintigern nearly got the biggest win of her young career right there! After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Caintigern runs over and knocks NEON down with a rolling spear. Stephy Auger: GAH! Kris Cruise: What a spear by Caintigern! This could be it! She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NEON kicks out. Caintigern picks up NEON and whips her into the ropes. When NEON returns, Caintigern throws out the Brass Magnum (Superman Punch). But NEON ducks. After Caintigern lands and turns around, she gets knocked down by a big boot. The Queen of Mean then heads into the corner before hoisting herself up onto the middle ropes. Once Caintigern returns to her feet and turns towards the corner, NEON leaps off and knocks her down with NE To Your Face (diving bicycle knee). 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 ref goes to raise NEON’s arm. But she quickly pulls it away as she continues to stare a hole right through Sadie San San Francisco. Kris Cruise: NEON picks up the win! But it wasn’t the cakewalk she thought it was! Stephy Auger: Yeah, because Sadie San Francisco nearly knocked her out cold! Kris Cruise: Well who’s fault is that!? Stephy Auger: Sadie’s, obviously! Kris Cruise: No! Sadie had no business being in there! But guess what? NEON didn’t need Sadie’s help! She didn’t need to call for backup against a young upstart! NEON did this to herself! NEON yells at Sadie and tells her to get in the ring. The Queen of Mean then forcefully points down to the mat, signalling for Sadie to get inside. Sadie continues to resist NEON’s demands until NEON runs over and kicks the bottom rope, which startles Sadie. Sadie sighs before reluctantly heading over and slowly making her way up the steps. NEON continues to be irate as Sadie watches on from the apron… [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:00:22 GMT -5
We return from commercial where NEON is still pacing in the ring after her match. She uses a towel from the doctor to mop the stream of blood that’s streamed from her nose. She finally stops pacing, turning toward Sadie San Francisco who stands in the corner, arms crossed, looking at NEON. Sadie mutters something that can’t be heard on camera, but NEON shakes her head, throwing the towel at Sadie angrily, earning an ”OOOOHHH…” from the audience. Sadie recoils in disgust as the bloody towel hits her arm. She gets in NEON’s face to the delight of the audience, but NEON uses one arm to shove her back roughly. Stephy Auger: Sadie’s about to get taught a lesson in respect right here, right now, JUST in time for All-Star Showdown, Cruise! Neither Grappler has a microphone, but the cameraman stands on the apron to get a better shot of the conversation. NEON approaches Sadie, shaking with rage. NEON: I told you I was done trying. Told you it was time to step up. Sadie San Francisco: That’s what I was doing. NEON: NO! Shut up! You did it on purpose! I’m trying to win championships and you’re playing games… She points to the stains of blood on and under her nose. NEON: I can’t ignore this. Sadie rolls her eyes. Sadie San Francisco: What the hell do you want me to--? NEON rears back and delivers a thunderous slap across the face of Sadie San Francisco! Sadie’s head is jerked to the side and NEON uses her other hand, delivering a harder slap to Sadie a second time, sending her to a knee! ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sadie grabs her jaw and glares up at NEON, but as she rises to her feet, NEON pivots, calmly walking out of the ring. Standing on the apron with her back turned to Sadie, NEON pauses. The audience grows louder, urging Sadie to strike her partner. Sadie’s face grows red and her hands clench into fists as she inches closer to the ropes, now the one to visibly shake with rage. NEON lingers on the apron with a curious look on her face, silently daring Sadie to make a move. Chants of ”YES!” begin to surface throughout the Vegas crowd as Sadie grows within striking distance of NEON… but they begin to fade to boos as seconds pass and Sadie remains still, closing her eyes for a moment before backing away. ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” NEON laughs aloud and turns to give Sadie a condescending once-over. The camera overhears one single word. NEON: Ciao. NEON hops down from the apron, cackling to herself, ignoring jeers that come from every direction. Sadie stands in the center of the ring, face red, eyes downcast as NEON departs. Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco just got slapped by NEON! TWICE! Stephy Auger: Good! She’s lucky she didn’t get decked! Maybe she finally got some sense slapped into her. But it’s Sadie, so I highly doubt it! 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... J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is sche- Sadie rushes over, turns Kent around and sends firing off right hands to the face. Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco is irate after what just happened to her! Stephy Auger: Looks like Susan Kent just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time! Sadie San Francisco vs. Susan Kent The bell sounds as Sadie takes Kent and repeatedly slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then brings Kent from out of the corner, places her in a side headlock and begins wrenching the hold. The ref goes over and asks Kent if she wants to give up. She refuses before lifting up Susan and delivering a belly to back suplex. But as soon as the move is hit, Sadie reaches over and slaps on another side headlock. After Kent battles back to her feet, she shoves Sadie off of her and into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Kent knocks her down with a hard left hook. The crowd cheers as Kent knocks her down with another hard left hook. Once The Pope gets back to her feet, Kent takes her by the wrist and whips her into the corner. Kent then runs into the corner, hops onto Sadie and monkey flips her from out of the corner. As Sadie gets up and turns around, Kent runs from out of the corner and knocks her down with a running crossbody block. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie kicks out. Kris Cruise: This night continues to go from bad to worse for Sadie San Francisco! Kent picks up Sadie and goes for an irish whip. But Sadie reverses, sending Kent into the ropes. When Kent returns, Sadie doubles her over with a kick to the midsection. She then quickly follows up with a kneeling jawbreaking, sending Kent stumbling backwards into the ropes. While Kent tries to shake out the cobwebs, Sadie runs over and connects with a running high knee, sending Kent crumbling to the canvas. Stephy Auger: Wow, would you look at that! Sadie actually knee’d the right person this time! She then drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kent puts her foot under the bottom rope, breaking the hold. Sadie picks up Kent, moves her into the corner and gives three left handed chops to the chest. She then brings Kent from out of the corner before shooting her into the far ropes. When Kent returns, Sadie scoops her up from the side and drives her down with an angled sidewalk slam. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kent gets her shoulder up. Sadie picks up Kent and doubles her over with a throat punch. After placing her in a front facelock, she delivers sharp elbows to the back of the neck before hooking her leg and delivering a fisherman suplex. But instead of bridging for the pin, Sadie rolls over, pulls up Kent and goes to set her up for another fisherman to complete the Vaticanplex. But Kent ends up countering with a quick inside cradle. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie kicks out. Kris Cruise: Both of these competitors have big matches coming up at All-Star Showdown weekend. Sadie is of course part of that big Ladder Match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, along with NEON, Julian Tijerina, Blake Rogers, Lowri Moss, Brian Stryker and the champion, AMIRA! Then, it was announced earlier today that Héctor Cortez will get his wish and will fight Susan Kent! After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Sadie clocks Kent with a running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike to the face. Kris Cruise: Palo Alto! Though I’m sure she’d rather hit NEON with that move again than Kent! ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Kent gets her shoulder up. Sadie picks up Kent and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection before running into the ropes. When she returns, she jumps up for a Fameasser. But Kent slips out of the way, catches Sadie on the way down and follows up with a running bulldog. As Sadie turns over onto her back, Kent runs towards the ropes, hops onto the middle rope ad flips back to connect with a Lionsault. She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kent picks up Sadie and goes for an irish whip. But Sadie reverses, sending Kent into the ropes. When Kent returns, she counters with a headscissors takedown. Sadie returns to her feet. But Kent ends up returning her to the mat with a dropkick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie kicks out. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Kent! Look at her go! Kent picks up Sadie and send sher stumbling back into the ropes with a European Uppercut. She then goes over, grabs Sadie and whips her into the far ropes. When Sadie returns, Kent knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for Susan Kent! Stephy Auger: See! This is what happens when you don’t have NEON and Evan Envi out here giving Sadie San Francisco instructions! Kent picks up Sadie, grabs her from the side and brings her down with a russian leg sweep. She then heads into the corner and climbs up onto the middle ropes. Once Sadie returns to her feet, Kent brings her down with a diving hurricanrana. She then returns to her feet before running into the ropes. When Kent comes back, she connects with the Rolling Thunder. Kris Cruise: Kent connects! She makes the cov… no, wait... Stephy Auger: Instead of making the cover, Kent heads out onto the apron before climbing to the top turnbuckle. When Sadie returns to her feet, Kent knocks her down with a missile dropkick. Kris Cruise: Kent connects with the missile dropkick! Stephy Auger: But she’s not going for the cover again! Instead of going for the cover, Kent heads into the corner before climbing to the top turnbuckle. When Sadie returns to her feet, the crowd cheers when Kent flips off and knocks her down with a moonsault. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: So close! Kent picks up Sadie and whips her into the corner. She then runs into the corner to attack. But Sadie counters with a snap powerslam into the turnbuckles. Instead of letting Kent fall to the canvas, Sadie holds her in place and locks her in the Tree of Woe. Sadie then steps back before running back into the corner and delivering a jumping stomp to the jaw, knocking Kent down from the cover. She then drags Kent from out of the corner and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Kent gets her shoulder up. Sadie picks up Kent and sets her up for a German Suplex. But Kent blocks it with three elbows to the face. After performing a standing switch, she brings Sadie down with an inverted headlock backbreaker. After bringing Sadie back to her feet, Kent delivering a corkscrew neckbreaker. She then brings Sadie back to her feet before moving her into the corner. Kent climbs up onto the middle ropes, grabs Sadie and plants her with a Tornado DDT. She then drags Sadie into place before stepping out onto the apron. Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco is down. But it looks like Susan Kent wants to make sure the job is finished once and for all by going to the top... Kent nods her head before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. From there, she leaps off and goes for the Photo-Op (Frog Splash). But Sadie rolls out of the way, causing Sadie to crash onto the canvas. Kris Cruise: Nobody’s home! Stephy Auger: She missed! As Kent tries to get up off the canvas, Sadie runs over, leaps up and brings her down with a Fameasser. The mixed reaction continues as she pulls Kent back up, turns away from her, reaches back, hooks both arms from behind and drives her down with Vanity (Unprettier). Sadie then pushes Kent over before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Cheers and boos can be heard throughout the crowd when “Young Nation” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, SADIE SAN FRANCISCO! The mixed reaction continues as Sadie gets her arm raised. Kris Cruise: Tough match there for Sadie San Francisco! Susan Kent looked like she was seconds away from a win. But she came up just short! Sadie’s got to be feeling good with that win, especially after everything that happened with her and NEON earlier on! Stephy Auger: Sadie San Francisco has no one to blame but herself for all the problems in Camp Envi. Hopefully that slap put Sadie in her place once and for all! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:08:24 GMT -5
Vertigo continues backstage, with the camera capturing several production team members going on about their normal routine. Jaelynn Ramsey enters into the frame donned in her wrestling gear, seemingly ready for competition set to take place minutes from now. The camera follows the young blonde to her locker room, where she intentionally leaves the door open for viewers to get a glimpse inside. A vibrating sound startles the young woman in between stretches. She takes out her handbag from the locker, reaching inside for her mobile phone. A confused expression forms on her features as she reads the name on the screen. Jaelynn Ramsey: Ra--Randy? Are you sure you dialed the right number? She stays silent, hearing out her former trainer on the other line. Jaelynn Ramsey: Thank you for those words. M’hm...it’s not that serious. I know this is your area of expertise; this is where you have mastered your craft...understand that I’ve got this handled. You can’t be there every step of the way, and when you were, I appreciated it. This is different, now. I am different. Ramsey goes quiet again for Randy’s response. Jaelynn Ramsey: Right. He will start to realize his journey is coming to an end. He can be the ‘holier than thou’ all he wants. I know what I need to do tonight...m’hmm. Bye! And with that, Ramsey ends the call. She puts her phone back inside her bag, then securing it in the locker. The scene fades as she resumes to her pre-match warm-up. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:17:19 GMT -5
Backstage at the Orleans Arena, we find Logan Alexander, dressing in his ring gear, making his way through the back halls, presumably heading out to one of the lower level seating areas to prepare for his entrance for his match. A camera follows along behind him offering a wide shot of the corridor. Up ahead at an intersection of corridors, Spencer Burke is waiting, with a microphone in hand. As Logan draws close, Spencer greets him.
Spencer Burke: Logan! May I get a word with you?
Logan comes to a stop beside Spencer and nods to him and then crosses his arms over his chest.
Logan Alexander: Sure Spencer. But we’ll have to try and keep this short or you’ll have to walk and talk. My match is going to start soon.
Spencer nods back to him.
Spencer Burke: Of course. In that case, let’s get right to the point. It’s your first night on Vertigo and you’ll be facing Jaelynn Ramsey here tonight. She’s coming off her first victory last week on Flashpoint, in tag team action, and you are looking for your third victory. Do you think you have the advantage going into this match tonight?
Logan Alexander: Not really ‘the’ advantage Spencer. I do have some advantages going into this match. I’m not carrying the weight of any expectations on my shoulders going into this match. In previous appearances alongside Dom Harter, he has been building Jaelynn up as someone that is supposed to be destined for great in ring success here in FGA. Early in your career, that sort of stuff can screw up your priorities in the ring. Having someone telling you that you’re going to be the next contender for a championship that is currently the most heavily contested one in the company is going to put a lot of pressure on you to back it up.
Logan smirks slightly
Logan Alexander: Not everyone thrives under that pressure and sometimes trying to live up to that hype leads to mistakes. Jaelynn has had some trouble backing those claims up. She’s had something on a rough start to her FGA tenure, yet we are supposed to stand in awe of her greatness.
He snorts softly at that.
Spencer Burke: Well, she did score the pinfall in her tag team match on Flashpoint.
Logan Alexander: Yes, she did, with a handful of tights. That doesn’t prove anything other than you aren’t actually good enough to win on your skills alone… which brings me to my next point. I’ve been waiting three weeks for this match and…
Spencer looks a bit confused and interrupts.
Spencer Burke: Wait. For this match? But it was only announced a week or two ago.
Logan shakes his head briefly.
Logan Alexander: It didn’t matter who this match was against Spencer. In my match against Stunray, I was cheated out of an opportunity there. Someone else decided to stick their nose into that match and distract Stunray with that video clip. Now, Stunray could have and should have ignored it. I took advantage of his lapse… but I was not happy about winning like that. I don’t need to cheat or be given advantages to win my matches. I’m competing to show how good I am and to push myself to get better. I’m not rushing to win championships by ‘any means necessary’. I’ll be looking to pick them up along the way, but they aren’t the end goal for me. As such, I’m not going to be looking past Jaelynn to any possible opportunities in the future. But can she claim that herself? She’s had a habit of looking past the opponents in front of her thus far, and that hasn’t served her well.
Logan smiles confidently as he continues.
Logan Alexander: On the other hand, I’m focused on one thing here tonight Spencer and that’s my match with Jaelynn. I’m not worried about possible title matches in the future, or grudges I have with people I’ve faced previously. I’m not even thinking about the fact that I might be sitting out my first FGA supershow as a member of the roster. Right now, all I’m interested in is my match with Jaelynn, teaching her a little about respect, and giving her a crash course in Chaos Theory.
Logan lowers his arms to his side again and glances off down the corridor in the direction he’d been heading earlier. He then looks back to Spencer apologetically.
Logan Alexander: Now… I think I’ve really got to hustle Spencer.
Spencer Burke: Of course… Thank you for your time.
Logan Alexander: But one last thing…
Logan turns and looks towards the camera, a calm yet serious look on his face.
Logan Alexander: I’ll see you in the ring shortly Jaelynn. It’s time for you to start backing up all the talking you’ve been doing. You’ve finally got a win to show for all your ‘hard work’ and I bet you’d like your first singles victory here tonight as well. I’m looking to pick up win number three and move on to something a bit bigger and better, so show me what you’ve got Miss ‘Next Best Thing’. Show me that you’ll be more than just another tune up match and that you deserve at least some of that hype you’ve surrounded yourself with.
He smiles to the camera, then turns and nods to Spencer.
Logan Alexander: See you around Spencer.
With that, Logan turns and jogs off down the corridor. The scene then fades out.
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:28:35 GMT -5
Jaelynn Ramsey vs. Logan Alexander “Endless Possibility” begins to play through the arena. Partway through the instrumental opening of the song, the camera begins panning the crowd. It takes a little while, but the camera eventually settles on the sight of Logan Alexander making his way through the crowd as he heads towards the ringside area. He slaps the outstretched hand of fans while others pat him on the arms and back as he makes his way past, with a half smirk on his face as he goes. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 229 pounds! He is “Chaos Stryke” LOOOOGAAANNNN AAAALEXXXXAAAANDERRRRR!!! Once he reaches the ringside area, Logan climbs over the ringside barricade at the nearest corner and then makes his way over to the closest set of ring steps and climbs up to the ring apron. He climbs between the top and middle ropes and enters the ring. He turns towards the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and spread his arms wide to either side of him, smiling out towards the crowd as he encouraging them on. He then climbs down and makes his way over to another corner and repeats the process, doing so until he’s been to all four corners of the ring. After climbing down from the last set of turnbuckles, Logan turns away and walks over to the side of the ring closest to the timekeeper’s area. He removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a pocket of his jacket. He then removes his jacket and passes it through the ropes to a technician at ringside. He turns away and moves over to one corner of the ring, away from the entryway, then leans back against the turnbuckles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. Kris Cruise: Logan Alexander has been picking up wins as of late with his perfect Chaos Theory maneuver. Can he make it 3-3 tonight with another win tonight? Stephy Auger: He’s not just facing any opponent. He’s facing Dom harter’s future ex-wife! "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. She walks down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Oakland, California… JAAAAAEEELYYYNNN RAAAAAMSEYYYY!!! 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: Alexander hasn’t been impressed by Jaelynn Ramsey, going so far as to call her a “tune-up match”, Stephy. Stephy Auger: I believe she’s going to make him eat those words. The match starts with Alexander trying to close the distance and grab a hold of Ramsey. But Ramsey is able to stay just out of reach by using her speed advantage. After Alexander shoots in and tries to take down Ramsey, the Oakland native is able to slip out of the way. When Alexander turns around, Ramsey responds with a hard slap across the face. The crowd boos while Ramsey can be seen taunting Chaos Stryke. Alexander holds his hand to his cheek before turning to look back in Ramsey’s direction. Alexander shakes his head before circling the ring. He begins to try and close the distance again. Ramsey continues to try and keep herself just out of reach. But she ends up backing herself up in the corner. Alexander then lunges forward to attack. But once again, Ramsey ducks. When Alexander turns around, he gets caught with a throat thrust. The crowd boos when Ramsey nails him with another throat thrust… and another. After a punch to the midsection, Ramsey goes for an irish whip into the opposite corner. But Alexander uses his free arm to grab onto the top rope. So Ramsey tries for another irish whip. But again, it gets blocked. Alexander then grabs Ramsey and tosses her into the corner. He throws out a clothesline. But once again, Ramsey ducks. When Alexander turns around, he’s met with a flurry of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Ramsey then takes Alexander and whips him into the opposite corner. But Alexander ends up bouncing off the turnbuckles, running back over and throwing Ramsey down with an STO. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey kicks out. Alexander picks up Ramsey, moves her into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Ramsey, whips her across the ring and follows her into the opposite corner. But Ramsey nails him with a boot to the face, turning him around. The crowd boos when Ramsey follows up with a running bulldog from out of the corner. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Stephy Auger: I’m sure she made her future ex-husband proud with that one. Kris Cruise: She needs to worry less about her “future ex-husband” and worry about carving out her own path. Ramsey picks up Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, she connects with a running dropkick, knocking Alexander through the ropes. After Alexander picks himself up on the apron, Ramsey heads over and connects with a legsweep, knocking Alexander off his feet. He then bounces off the apron before falling to the floor. Ramsey then circles the ring while taunting the crowd. As Alexander begins to pick himself up on the outside, Ramsey takes off into the ropes. When she returns, she leaps through the ropes and connects with a suicide dive. Kris Cruise: Jaegerbomb! The boos continue as Ramsey picks up Alexander, slams him face-first onto the apron and pushes him back inside. After rolling back in, she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Ramsey’s gotten the better of Alexander thus far. You know Alexander wants to bring this match to a halt and wear down Ramsey’s legs. But Ramsey, to her credit, is making this hard for Alexander. Harder than he imagined, probably. Stephy Auger: See? I told you she’d make him eat his words! Ramsey picks up Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, she brings him down With A Twist (hurricanrana). While Alexander is on the mat, Ramsey heads out onto the apron before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Once Alexander returns to his feet and turns around, Ramsey throws out a missile dropkick. But Alexander side steps and swats her down. He then tries to quickly lock on the Perfect Chaos Theory (Edgecator version). But Ramsey is able to slither her way towards the ropes, forcing the ref to start a five count. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Alexander reluctantly lets go. Kris Cruise: Ramsey nearly got caught there! Ever other time Alexander has gotten a hold of an opponent’s legs, a submission victory came shortly thereafter. When Alexander goes to pick up Ramsey, she rakes him across the eyes. The boos continue when Ramsey grabs Alexander by the arm and connects with a short-arm clothesline. But it only knocks him back. So Ramsey turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she connects with a crooked arm lariat. But again, Alexander only stumbles back. So she turns and runs back into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Alexander brings her down with a drop toe hold before applying a kneeling ankle lock. Kris Cruise: Now he’s got a hold of her! Stephy Auger: Quick, Jaelynn, escape! Ramsey screams while Alexander twists her ankle. The ref gets down and asks her if she wants to give up. But Ramsey shakes her head, refusing to quit. So Alexander applies more pressure, causing Ramsey to cringe from the pain. Kris Cruise: There’s nowhere for Ramsey to run now! The ref asks Ramsey if she wants to give up. But again, Ramsey refuses. She then slowly gets up on her free leg and hands. After Alexander stands back up, Ramsey flips forward, sending Alexander crashing into the turnbuckles. As Alexander stumbles back, Ramsey rolls him up with a schoolboy. ONE! . Ramsey hooks the tights. . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Kris Cruise: Ramsey nearly stole another win by hooking the tights! After both grapplers return to their feet, Ramsey doubles him over with a boot to the midsection. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Alexander knocks her down with a superkick from out of nowhere. He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Alexander picks up Ramsey, moves her into the corner and nails her with a punch to the midsection, followed by a punch to the face, followed by another punch to the midsection, followed by another punch to the face… then another punch to the face… and another. He then brings Ramsey from out of the corner and whips her into the far ropes. When Ramsey returns, Alexander doubles her over with a punch to the midsection. He then grabs Ramsey and follows up with a snap suplex before rolling over into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Alexander quickly gets back up, lifts up Ramsey’s left leg and delivers an elbow drop to it. Alexander gets back up, lifts up the left leg and delivers another elbow drop. After delivering a third elbow drop to the leg, Alexander transitions into a leg grapevine. The ref gets down and asks Ramsey if she wants to give up. But Ramsey refuses. Kris Cruise: Alexander’s trying to soften up that leg for the Perfect Chaos Theory. Stephy Auger: Yeah! Ramsey needs to find a way out of this before any more damage can be done! Alexander arches his back and applies more pressure to the leg. While she screams from the pain, the ref asks Ramsey if she wants to give up. But again, she refuses. She then uses her free leg to start kicking away at Alexander. She then lifts the free leg up and begins swinging it down violently across Alexander until the hold is broken. Ramsey picks up Alexander and goes for another running bulldog. But Alexander shoves Ramsey sternum-first into the turnbuckles. As she stumbles back, Alexander delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a russian leg sweep. He then heads into the corner, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and comes crashes down across Ramsey with a diving elbow drop. He then picks up Ramsey, scoops her up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. While Ramsey is down, Alexander holds her left eg up, turns, drops down and applies a figure four leg lock. Kris Cruise: Alexander with yet another submission! Stephy Auger: C’mon, Ramsey! The ref gets down and asks Ramsey if she wants to give up. But again, Ramsey refuses. She then reaches back. But she’s a ways away from the ropes. So Ramsey tries to scoot back and then reach for the ropes. But again, she’s not quit there. So she sits up, lunges forward and thumbs Alexander in the eye, breaking the hold. Once both grapplers return to their feet, Ramsey doubles him over with a boot using her right foot before bringing him down with a facebuster. She pushes Alexander over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander gets his shoulder up. Ramsey picks up Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, Ramsey throws out a superkick with her right leg. But Alexander catches her foot. He then swings her leg away from him. When Ramsey turns back around, Alexander kicks her in the midsection, lifts her up and plants her with the Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT). After Ramsey turns over onto her back, Alexander goes over, lifts up her leg, steps through, crosses her legs around his and applies the Edegcator. Kris Cruise: Perfect Chaos Theory! The ref asks Ramsey if she wants to give up. When she refuses to quit, Alexander leans down, increasing the pressure. Ramsey groans in pain before emphatically nodding her head. The ref calls for the bell. The crowd cheers when “Endless Possibility” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, LOGAN ALEXANDER! The cheers continue as Alexander gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Logan Alexander picks up another win! Tough loss for Jaelynn Ramsey. But I’m sure she’ll be able to bounce back. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:38:53 GMT -5
Red Flag starts playing as Brian Stryker comes out from the back. He holds his arms out as the fans cheer as he makes his way down the ramp. He gives a few fans a quick hi-five before sliding into the ring. He walks over to the ring hand and asks for a mic. He gets one and walks back to the center of the ring. He brings his free hand up and slides it across his throat as the music instantly cuts out. Brian, for a moment laughs.
Brian Stryker: Didn't think you'd cut it that close. Nice job back there. Well you all know why I am out here right?
The fans start to cheer.
Brian Stryker: That’s right, I’m here to talk to you about our lord and savior Jesus Christ….
The crowd goes silent for a moment, unsure if Brian is serious or not.
Brian Stryker: Yeah…just kidding. I’m actually here to talk about that little diddy, All-Star Showdown 6, where yours truly, is gonna be climbing that ladder in the center of the ring to grab that belt that’s gonna be hanging high above.
He points up to the ceiling to the invisible belt.
Brian Stryker: I already proved what I can do on a ladder when I leapt off it and took out most of the competition. That was just a teaser. An appetizer if you will about what is about to come at All-Star Showdown. You see, I don’t know if you all know this about me….but I’m what you might call…..a bit crazy when it comes to my wrestling. I made a career by being a madman daredevil that took a crazy load of punishment just to dish it out. Barbed wire, steel chairs, ladders, cages. I did them all with the intent of using my environment as my weapon.
Now what does that have to do with a ladder match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship? Besides needing a shorter name? It means everything. When you compete for a title, you bring your best. That’s what 7 people are gonna be doing. However at the end of the night, only one person will be winning. Who can climb that ladder both physically and metaphorically? Who can climb to the top and retrieve that gold and claim themselves champion?
Well it’s obvious it’s gonna be me. I am more than ready to take that belt from AMIRA. I’m more than ready to take that belt and show to every single person who likes to think that I am not worthy. People like to think that because I prefer to joke, or talk about my family, that I am not tough or not capable of winning. That’s furthest from the truth. I don’t need to beat my chest at every opportunity to try and make myself seem tougher. I don’t need to peacock around.
On the 24th of June, FGA takes over Los Angeles. The City of Angels. Well this is one angel that’s gonna fly and when I do, it’s gonna be with gold around my waist. And if the thought of me being the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion makes your stomach churn to the point you want to come at me on Twitter? Well first my handle is @thebrianstryker, second, I’ll be sure to dedicate my win to you. Because at the end of the day, I win because I am the better man. And no one is better at doing whatever it takes to your body to win, than me.
The man who willingly jumps off titantrons and steel cages, leaves you with questions. Like “How do you stop a man who willing hurts themselves to hurt me?” You can’t. I’m a freak show. A mutant. A man who takes ungodly punishment and smiles at the end. I have spent 14 years in this business, earning my reputation as a tough son of a bitch. And that shines in these types of matches. All-Star Showdown 6 is gonna be a long night for some. Harvest time for folks like me, biding my time waiting for my moment to strike. See you all on the 24. If you can’t find me, I’ll be the one leaving the arena with a title belt over my shoulder.
Brian tosses his mic up and lets it hit the ground as he rolls out of the ring. He points to the center of the ring mouthing how it’s his time to climb that ladder and no one is gonna beat him to it.
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:40:39 GMT -5
Spencer Burke: We are here with the FGA Undisputed Championship, Izzy Anders. We hope to hear about her actions last week and-- Suddenly, Izzy Anders lightly shoves him aside, and takes the microphone from him. Spencer looks at her with wide eyes. Izzy tilts her head and smiles. It’s important to note that she doesn’t have Savannah Taylor in tow. Izzy Anders: Spencer, you can go take a seat while I tell everyone the answer to the question that they all asked me. Spencer goes to do just that, almost relieved that he can. Izzy Anders: You want to know why I attacked that precious girl? A beat, a cold one at that. Izzy Anders: Karma...Karma made himself something than he used to be. He became a hypocrite again. Now, usually, someone would call someone that when they have nothing to say, but don’t worry, baby, Izzy Anders comes with academic sources. So, let me continue to educate Karma, Cherry, and all the other schmucks in this business. Except you, Spencer, you’re cool people. She points off-screen at Spencer. The camera pans to see him awkwardly waving back. Izzy Anders: Let’s go about about two years ago. Izzy Anders was the young upstart in FGA. Fujiko Mine had just lost to her for the first of two times, and everyone was shocked. No one expected Izzy to win, so the end result made everyone lose their collective minds and I was poised to become one of the best of the new generation. I did become the next big thing--I mean... She holds up the FGA Undisputed Championship. Izzy Anders: Everyone else started to think so. I was all that , except in the eyes of one Johnny Karma. You see, he was my next big challenge. FGA was testing me out for some reason. They put against all these huge names for what I thought was them seeing if I had what it takes to be the next Cordy Stevenson or Chandler Scott. Karma was the next stress test. She shrugs. Izzy Anders: I lost. He beat me out, showing me the lack of experience that I had at the time. The match itself wasn’t the issue; it was what it was. The issue was the little statements he had building up to it. Like most of the big names in FGA, or, FWA, as he liked to call it, Karma didn’t see me as much more than a piece of dried bubblegum on his shoe. He talked down to me, to put it bluntly. He simply said that I wasn’t ready to thinking about facing him. He was going to wrestle circles around me, embarrass me, all that jazz. Now, that’s the common banter you’d expect out of people, but there’s one thing he said that has stuck with me ever since. To many, that match was almost a throw-away. Hell, I’m mentioning right now because I remember it too fondly. No one else has even thought about it this whole time. But this one line is what makes me joyous that I’m in this situation now. The champion clears her throat. Izzy Anders: He called me a pawn in the great game of FGA. I was a new starlet for him to beat in order to get closer to the Pride Championship. He said that there was a time and a place for me, but it was never going to be on his time. To the younger, more idiotic me, that was all motivation and nothing more. But now, I stand here, pondering on just ironic his words were. That was the first step into his development as an universal hypocrite. He used to talk down to everyone and didn’t regard me as nothing, but now...where are we? I’m the one here with the championship on top of the mountain while he has to try to step up to my level. I don’t think I’m nothing anymore, Karma.That might be you now, buddy. At every turn now, he has failed to prove his superiority like he said. He even said that I wouldn’t prove myself against him until he was old and gray. She laughs, doubling over at the thought of the past. Izzy Anders: But that’s only part one. Part two is where things get more serious. Izzy composes herself. Izzy Anders: Our next match came in November. There, Karma was already on his path of getting loved by all the idiots in the audience. He stood against me during that horrific time where Dom Harter was out to try to end my career because he wanted the Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship. Also, for all you that have failed to remember, that’s why I hate Dom Harter so much. He did try to piledrive my head through a hood. He did get two masked dudes to come assault me. He did leave me horrific, traumatic nightmares and a lack of personal security. So, uh, yeah, that’s why I don’t believe his new leaf bulls**t at all. But you know who believes in it a thousand times more than I do? A man that teamed up with him to get rid of the New Kings. That’s right, good ol’ Johnny Karma! She then started to imitate Karma’s dialect and voice. Izzy Anders: “The thing is, myself and Izzy have one thing in common - both of us are sick of people whose approach to getting ahead is to make sure somebody in their way gets put in an ambulance, in her case the hands-on experience of Dom Harter costing her a place in the Frontier Lions Cup final because he decided that if his hair is going to resemble a skunk's he may as well stink as bad.” Spencer seems a little shocked that Izzy remembered the whole line. Izzy Anders: Karma wasn’t down with Dom Harter back then. As a matter of fact, I bet he enjoyed what I did to the man! I thought Karma would never stand to be in the same room as Harter, let alone team with him,, but it happened. The man goes back on his word so much! That’s not the worst part. It’s what he said to me right after I won this championship right here. I remember that as clear as day, because I remember how angry I was at the audacity. Izzy’s playful attitude starts to fade in lieu of unbridled, roaring anger. Izzy Anders: I tried teaching Karma that the only way that FGA was going to change was through getting rid of all the pieces of literal garbage like Dom, Cannon, and Carmine. We praised Sean Sands when he got the so-called Big Bad of FGA out of here after the bastard broke Cordy’s ankle! Even Cordy was on board with the ways I was going about things. She didn’t ostracize me for doing what I did to Harter. She called Scott out on his bullsh*t, smacked him in the face for it too. Even if we don’t see eye-to-eye on Zero, she stood up and put him in his place for the things that he did! And what happened?! We got change! FGA was starting to look better and better! Karma, I thought you were a helpful part of this revolution, but you had to open your damn mouth and prove otherwise! Izzy Anders: You didn’t understand any of the teachings that I gave you. When I saved you from Camp Envi that one time. Or any of the speeches I gave you. You didn’t get that. Fine, whatever! I didn’t mind that. But when you came up to me and told me that I was the final wall you needed to take down to change FGA...you best believe that I was beyond angry. I have never been so angry in my whole, entire life. It even trumped everything that Dom Francis Harter did to me. How dare you make light of everything that I’ve done? FGA’s not the same anymore and I’m the reason. You think I am the final problem? No, you needed to look in the mirror and see all the lies you tell yourself. Since you didn’t have the bravery to do that, I did it for you. I ripped off all the masks that you put up to fool the fans. Hell, I even ripped Cherry’s mask and revealed that she was just as conniving as you are. Because guess who came out just like they did on June 2015, talking down to Izzy Anders like she was the same rookie from back then? Johhny Karma did. Cherry Baum did. Izzy seethes, but soon, the anger transformed in a stillness. Izzy’s eyes glazed over with a quiet contempt. Her voice then came out as a cold whisper. Izzy Anders: It’s just that the fans haven’t caught up yet and see you for the liar that you are. You got them to drink the kool-aid. A beat. Izzy Anders: Karma, I attacked Cherry for the same reasons that I attacked Cordy. They both decided to get in my face and act like they weren’t a part of the problem. Cordy decided to ditch that lovely image of hers and become just another one of the issues that I’ve seen in FGA since I’ve started this mission of mine. So, I had to take her out. Cherry decided that she wanted to play a role in the story that would put in my line of fire. To teach her a lesson and to try to get you to understand my point of view, I had to beat her to an inch of her...ever-loving...life. You both should’ve kept the masks on. You should’ve always acted like you did those two years ago, because I’ll tell you one thing. Izzy Anders has a scorched earth mentality and she’ll burn you all. Everything in FGA will be forced to be changed. As you’ve seen with everyone that I’ve ever truly hurt, I take the braver approach and get my hands dirty. You want to play the role of a comic book hero. You’ll never take out your enemies. You’ll just beat them and send them to think about the things they did. I’m a woman that gets the job done… permanently. There is a pause for the gravity of her words to set in. Izzy Anders: I wanted to make sure that this victory over you will be absolute. I didn’t want you having any help. I didn’t want you to have the chance to say that Savannah has any part in this. No, I want this to be a two year culmination of every last sh**ty thing you have done. And I won’t make it quick, as you’ve...already seen. I’m going to take my time at All-Star Showdown. Tonight, I won’t do anything to you and you can’t do anything to me. Because I made a promise to myself on that fateful night that you made yourself a problem to me. Izzy Anders: Johnny Karma, I’m going to do something to you that you, Cherry, and everyone else will never forget. I’m going to break you, baby. She stares oddly at the camera, a shrewd grin on her face. Izzy Anders: I’m going to f**king break you. Izzy stops and places the microphone down on the nearest crate. She walks off, not allowing Spencer to follow up with any statement. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:46:25 GMT -5
FGA comes back from commercial break to a massive chorus of boos. The lights are set down low and there is a spotlight shining down into the center of the ring where Stunray sits on a giant, over-the-top throne. The ring is covered in a bright red and gold wool rug. He has one leg slung over the arm of the chair and he is leaning back into the opposite corner of it. After the booing dies down he reaches down to the side of the chair and reveals an FGA microphone which he raises to his lips.
Stunray: I cannot even explain to you…
Stunray smirks.
Stunray: I cannot tell you how good it felt to throw Amiee Vaughan Widdel through that pane of glass last week.
This actually elicits a mixed reaction from the FGA crowd. Although what Stunray did was heinous and reprehensible, Amiee’s brash personality has made it very tough for some of the fans to get behind her. Kris Cruise chimes in.
Kris Cruise: What is wrong with this guy?
Stephy Auger is heard loudly sighing, expressing her discontent. The boos end up outlasting the cheers though and Stunray waits for them to finish before raising the microphone again.
Stunray: Some people said that I should come out here and apologize for what I did. Apparently I
Stunray uses his fingers to do air quotes
Stunray: “Crossed a line”.
Stunray rolls his eyes.
Stunray: But that’s not going to happen. Let me ask you, what would you do? What would you do if two cretins like Amiee & Daniel stole the woman of your dreams from you? Isn’t that what love is about? Fighting for the person you care about? Not letting anyone stand in the way of your happiness and what you deserve?
Stephy Auger: I can’t stand how this man talks about Delta Madison, as if she’s some possession of his.
Stunray gets to his feet in front of the “throne” that he has been sitting on.
Stunray: I waited ten years for that moment. I waited ten years to get my revenge – and god damn it was beautiful. When I clocked Daniel in the head with those brass knuckles and when I threw Amiee through that window - that said something. It said something to not only Daniel, Amiee and all of the fans. It said something to Delta Madison. It said ‘Delta, I am fighting for us. I am fighting for our life back, baby.’
Stephy Auger: How can Stunray expect Delta to want anything to do with him when he treats her sister and brother-in-law like this?
Stunray steps up to the ropes with his microphone in hand.
Stunray: Now let me get down to business. I know that Daniel will be coming for my head. I know Daniel likely wants to put me in the hospital and get me out of his life for good. I am 100% certain that he is planning on inflicting as much pain as he possibly can on me at the All Star Showdown on June 24th. And Daniel, that is a-okay with me. I am ready for the fight of my life…
Stunray pauses.
Stunray: I am ready to inflict as much damage as humanly possible on you. There is no doubt in my mind that at the end of our match at All Star Showdown, once again I will be standing above your beaten, bloody lifeless body with my arm raised.
Stunray gets serious for a moment.
Stunray: And if your bitch of a wife somehow makes her way down to this ring, I’ll make sure I leave her in the same place I did before. All I wanted was what is rightfully mine and you two stood in my way. When I win our fight at the All Star Showdown, Delta Madison will once again see in me the one trait that I know she can’t resist. Power. Delta Madison will return to my side and rule this company, just like we did to all the ones that came before. I want her back, I need her back.
Stunray steps backwards to his throne, turns and looks at it before returning his eyes back to the camera and the crowd.
Stunray: After all, what’s a king without his queen?
Stunray drops the microphone and raises his arms up to another loud set of boos from the audience. He exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp as the ring crew begins to remove the chair and the rug.
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:52:02 GMT -5
Hércules Cortez vs. Luke Jackson Luke comes out with a huge smile on his face basking in the glory of wrestling. He has a black wife beater on and backwards Oakland As' cap on. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oakland, California! Weighing in at 195 pounds! He is “The Kid” LUUUUUUKE JAAAAACKSOOONNNN!!! Kris Cruise: Luke Jackson is apart of the Six Man tag during All-Star Showdown weekend, where he will team with Owen Gonsalves and Chris Bond to take on Ricky Valero, Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes. Stephy Auger: Yeah, but after what happens in the ring tonight, he might not even make it to All-Star Showdown Six! The marching sound of “Legio XIII” intro fills up the arena as the lights begin to flicker. Then, out of the curtain comes Hércules Cortez. He stands in the middle of the stage looking sideways to the crowd as he begins a march down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Bariloche, Argentina! Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is “The Legionary” HERRRRCULESSSSS COOORRRRTEZZZZZ!!! Once in front of the apron he swiftly moves towards the staircase, he hits the top of the staircase and runs towards the ropes. He surveys the crowd once more as he enters the ring, extending his arms as he exhales. Kris Cruise: The Legionary will get his wish! At All-Star Showdown Six, he will get his chance at revenge against Susan Kent. That loss, which he found embarrassing, is what spearheaded this path of destruction he’s been on since! Stephy Auger: If I were Susan Kent, I would just forfeit the match and spare myself the beating. Has she not seen what he’s done to everyone he’s been in the ring with since that loss? If she wants to remain in one piece, she’ll skip All-Star Showdown! The bell sounds as Cortez waves on Jackson. The Kid looks around at the crowd before turning his attention back to The Legionary. He then rushes forwards towards Cortez. But Cortez braces himself before knocking Jackson down with a standing shoulder block. After bouncing off of Cortez, Jackson rolls away from his opponent before picking himself back up. He begins circling Cortez while Cortez continues to keep his eyes locked on him. He then rushes back over towards Cortez. The Legionary throws out a clothesline. But Jackson ducks and runs into the ropes. When Jackson returns, Cortez throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Jackson ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Jackson returns, he goes for a crossbody block. But Cortez catches him in mid air before hurling him across the ring with a fallaway slam. Stephy Auger: Bad idea, Kid. As Cortez gets back to his feet, Jackson rolls out onto the apron. While Jackson pulls himself up using the ropes, Cortez heads over to attack. But Jackson ducks and nails him with three shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then slingshots over the top rope and goes for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Cortez swings his arms wildly. Once he regains his balance, Cortez reaches down, latches onto Jackson’s neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. While Cortez still has a hold of Jackson’s neck, he hoists Jackson up with a two handed choke. The boos continue while Cortez tries to choke the light out of Jackson. Kris Cruise: I know Cortez is a big man! But the ref has to get in there and stop this! Cortez shoves Jackson into the corner. He then rushes over to attack. But Jackson knocks him back with a boot to the ace. After shaking off the blow, Cortez rushes back into the corner. This time, Jackson nails him with a back elbow to the face. After Jackson hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, Cortez lunges forward and shoves Jackson, sending him tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Oh my God! After Cortez steps out onto the apron and leaps to the floor, he picks up Jackson, lifts him over his head and military presses him before throwing him over the top rope and back into the ring. Stephy Auger: He’s toying with him, Cruise! As Cortez climbs up onto the apron, Jackson gets up and nails him with another shoulder trust through the ropes. He then returns to his feet and nails Cortez with a flurry of right hands. While Cortez appears dazed, Jackson turns and runs into the far ropes. When Jackson comes back, Cortez reaches over the top rope and grabs him by the neck with both hands. The crowd boos when Cortez takes Jackson and delivers an overhead choke suplex, sending Jackson flying over the top rope and crashing against the guardrail. Kris Cruise: My God! Luke Jackson might be snapped in half! Cortez marches over and puts the boots to Jackson before choking him with his foot. The ref goes over and demands that Cortez bring the action back into the ring. But one glare from The Legionary forces the ref to scurry away. He then picks up Jackson, coops him up across his shoulder and lawn darts his through the ropes and back into the ring. Cortez then leaps up onto the apron before stepping back through the ropes. The Legionary then picks up Jackson before whipping him into the corner. He then charges across the ring before squashing Jackson in the corner with a body avalanche. He then takes Jackson and whips him into the opposite corner. Cortez runs across the ring and goes for another body avalanche. But this time, Jackson dives out of the way, causing Cortez to crash into the turnbuckles. As Cortez stumbles back, Jackson gets up and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Cortez goes to take his head off with a Discus Lariat. But Jackson ducks. When Cortez turns around… Kris Cruise: SUPERKICK! The crowd cheers when Jackson heads over and connects with another Superkick, sending Cortez stumbling back. So The Kid rushes over and connects with another superkick, which turns Cortez around. Jackson then heads over, gets back in front of Cortez and superkicks him again. While Cortez is dazed, Jackson steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick, which sends Cortez stumbling back. Jackson returns to his feet, rushes over and connects with a front dropkick, knocking Cortez into the corner. Jackson then heads over, climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and punches Cortez while the crowd counts along. Kris Cruise: Get him, Luke! Get him! Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TE- Cortez grabs Jackson, runs from out of the corner and goes for a turnbuckle powerbomb. But Jackson counters with a hurricanrana, sending Cortez into the turnbuckles. While Cortez stumbles back, Jackson climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and flips back for a moonsault. But Cortez catches him across his shoulder, turns and throws Jackson down with a running powerslam. After Cortez returns to his feet, he reaches down, latches onto Jackson’s throat, yanks him back up to his feet, lifts him up and throws him down with a one handed chokeslam. Cortez reaches back down, picks up Jackson, lifts him up across his shoulder and drives him down with the Atlas Drop (overhead gutwrench backbreaker rack dropped into a DDT). He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “Legio XIII” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, HERCULES CORTEZ! The boos continue when Cortez gets his arm raised. He then points to the camera before doing the “break in half” gesture. Kris Cruise: Hércules Cortez picks up another victory before sending another message to Susan Kent! Stephy Auger: Like I said, Cruise, if she wants to remain in one piece, she shouldn’t show up to the pay per view. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 21:57:17 GMT -5
Upon the completion of the match out in the ring, the scene immediately switches to the secondary hub of activity….the backstage area. The camera focuses in on a section of hallway just before one would enter the ever popular catering area. The fans out in the arena, watching this on the video wall, immediately erupt into a chorus of cheers when the figure of hometown favorite Savannah Taylor walks into frame. Cheers are a very, VERY rare thing to be hurled Savannah’s direction, but her hometown is a noted exception. The Las Vegas native, dressed in her black and gold ring attire, paces around in a circle, an irritated look on her face. Savannah Taylor: Where is he? She runs a hand through her blonde tresses as she lets out a sigh. Her attention is soon drawn off to her left as her blue eye narrow slightly. Savannah Taylor: You’re late. The camera pans over towards the direction Savannah was looking and Chris Madison slowly strolled down the cluttered corridor. Mostly dressed for action, just missing his fight gloves, Chris approached cautiously while clutching the FGA Pride Championship to his chest. Chris Madison: Didn’t know I was penciled in for a specific time. Savannah smiles as she simply shrugs her shoulders. Savannah Taylor: I don’t know what it is like where you are from, but I was always taught that if you are invited to be a guest in someone’s home, punctuality is a good thing. Buuuutttt……it is what it is. She glances at Chris, her eyes lingering on his Pride Championship. Savannah Taylor: I have to say, your little magic trick you pulled…...bravo. Chris raised his eyebrows, not buying Savannah’s compliment. He surveyed their immediate surroundings, momentarily taking his attention off of his soon-to-be challenger. Chris Madison: It’s a nice feeling when the master takes off the leash when you get home, isn't it? Madison chuckled to himself as he returned his attention back to Savannah. Chris Madison: So how does something like this usually work? Are you allowed to venture off and do your own thing? Or do you have to get Izzy’s blessing first? And where is she anyways? I know the two of you don't stray too far from one another… Any attempt to conceal the rolling of eyes was thrown out the windows as Savannah chuckles to herself. Savannah Taylor: Funny, I could say the same thing about you and your mouthpiece. Don't you worry your little head about Izzy’s whereabouts. You'll get up close and personal with her real soon. She says with a smirk, her gaze shifting from the champions face to his title belt. Savannah Taylor: I've got to know something. You honestly weren't expecting to defend the Pride championship against me, were you? You were expecting someone like Mark Storm or Evan Envi or even Molly Reid. Yet here I stand and here we are. You must be slightly disappointed. Chris Madison: Honestly speaking? I definitely thought it'd be Envi or Storm. But disappointed? I wouldn't go as far to say that. I've beaten Mark both times we've faced. Envi, has given me fits in the past, but in FGA he's not been on my level. You're a new challenge. You're uncharted territory. Facing new opponents, testing myself, kind of the entire reason I chose to re-sign with FGA in the first place. Savannah Taylor: How admirable of you. She says while biting her tongue to keep from verbally ripping him a new one. Savannah Taylor: Well like it or not, I’m the one who is going to be giving you fits. I’m the one who is going to go BEYOND your “level.” More importantly… She pokes at the front of his Pride championship. Savannah Taylor: That is coming with me. Chris Madison: I would hope that you actually believe that, otherwise all of this would just be a huge waste of time. That confidence though, it's misguided. Twice you've had the opportunity to stand across from me in that ring. Twice you given it your all. Twice you've shown that you couldn't put me down. Now you have to go into All-Star Showdown Six and beat me twice in the same match! Not an easy task, no matter who is standing across from me in that ring. Savannah Taylor: Misguided, eh? The only thing that is misguided is you. You are under the impression that you are above me. You have this idea that you are pretty much going to walk out of All Star Showdown with your title and your precious little ego still in tact. She shakes her head and presses her tongue against the inside of her mouth. Savannah Taylor: But what else would I expect from you? What else would I expect from everyone else, really. You and everyone watching sees this as about as one sided as they come. I'm looking forward to changing….no, wait….. shattering[/b] every preconceived notions about me and my chances in this match. Chris Madison: I actually don't think that I'm above anyone. That just goes to show how well you know your opponent. I'm a firm believer that on any given night, inside that ring, anything can happen. But you can't expect people to believe that you're going to come out of All-Star Showdown Six as the new FGA Pride Champion when you spend most of your time shadowing Izzy and doing her dirty work. You can't ignore the challenge in front of you and expect the world to crown you before the match takes place. I busted my ass to win this belt. Chris readjusted the championship over his shoulder and watched as Savannah’s eyes danced along with it. Chris Madison: Wanting it and winning it are two completely different things. You've earned this match, you haven't earned the championship. Savannah Taylor: Oh my freaking GOD. Enough with beating a dead horse. Seriously. It's getting old. The annoyance was clear in her voice as she folded her arms across her chest. Savannah Taylor: That is what you and everyone else believes. Deep down, you don't think I'm capable of beating you. You don't think I'm going to actually EARN your championship. This isn't something that I want. This is something that I need. Chris Madison: So is that all this little rendezvous is about? A soapbox for poor, little Savannah to bitch and moan about how unfair it is that she's being looked at as the underdog? Get over yourself! You know why people look at this match and instantly are pushing you aside? Because they've seen the work I've put in to get to this point. They understand the caliber of wrestling that I bring to the table, especially over the last two years. You're not up against some chump that had a lucky night… The sooner you realize that, the better off you'll be. The irritation was building up inside the longer she had to stand there and listen to him talk. She was once again biting her tongue to keep from going off on him. Savannah Taylor: Hardly a soapbox, but whatever helps you sleep at night. This was merely a way for me to tell you right to your face what you are in denial about. This was my way of telling you that you've not got much time left as champion. But hey, you keep on keepin on. You believe whatever you want about me or my chances. Reality is going to slap you right in the face sooner than later. Chris couldn't help but let an ear-to-ear grin emerge as Savannah’s frustrations grew. Chris Madison: So the big invite was to tell me that you plan on beating me at All-Star Showdown and take the Pride Championship from me? He shook his head as he buried his forehead into the palm of his free hand. Chris Madison: That's kind of how this whole business works. You want to prove to me, to everyone that you're a viable contender to this championship? Beat me tonight… no more pussyfooting around it. We have this eight person tag team match, pick up the win for your team by pinning or submitting me! That's how you silence the critics. Until then, you're just going to have to deal with being Izzy’s undeserving lackey! I'm sure your mother is real proud to see that she's raised you to leech onto the success of others and expect the world to be handed over to you… Savannah’s eyes widened as she clenched her fists at her sides, barely keeping it together. Without any hesitation, she reaches out with her right fist and punches Chris square in the temple. The Pride champion reeled back, obviously caught by surprise at the right hook thrown by an increasingly irate Las Vegas native. Savannah backs up and runs a hand through her hair as a pair of officials, who happened to be walking down that stretch of hallway, ran over to both check on Chris and to separate the two combatants. She lets out a frustrated yell as she walks hurriedly towards her locker room as the cameras cut to a commercial break. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 22:03:41 GMT -5
Pedro Gonzales: You want me to go over it again?!
The exasperation in that very sentence is apparent as Mexico City's favorite son runs a hand through his hair. Bueno Club Ultimo sits on the floor of a random room with a giant sheet of paper in-between them. On the paper in a crudely drawn wrestling ring shown from above. Random figures are scattered, four on opposite sides. Across from him, Maritza Diaz nods.
Maritza Diaz: Just one more time, papi. I know this is frustrating. I just want to get it straight.
He manages to suppress a sigh.
Pedro Gonzales: Okay. One more time. It's an eight man tag, right? (Maritza nods.) Let's say this is our side. You're Chun-Li. I'm Groot.
Maritza Diaz: Why are you Groot?
Pedro Gonzales: Because I grabbed these things at random and I had to be somebody. Batman and Robin are the Elysian Empire.
The Power Princess scowls at the bastardization of Marvel and DC characters on the same paper. Pedro ignores it because there's points to be made. He picks up Batman.
Pedro Gonzales: Emery Elysian is the Dark Knight. He's older, more experienced, and badass to a certain degree. He knows how to keep people on the ground and strikes like a mo'fo.
Maritza smiles.
Maritza Diaz: I like him already.
Pedro Gonzales: I knew you would. But he's concussion prone as hell. Let's make a mental note of that for the future. (Robin is picked up next.) This is Elon. Except the real Elon's much heavier. He's the power of the Empire, but very inexperienced. Dude's reckless and he tends to be a little be too...fragile for this business mentally. (The figure is put down.) In a perfect world, we'd all get along great seeing as how there's rogue similarities in style and all. There's no doubt in this match we'd prefer our side to win. But when you're on the apron, analyze our partners as well as the enemies because they're going to do the exact same thing.
Two other figures are held up.
Pedro Gonzales: Now on the other side, there's Hulk and the Thing representing Bristow and Barnes. They don't require that much of an explanation.
Maritza Diaz: We just beat those guys. They were tough.
Pedro Gonzales: And since we beat them, they'll probably do anything to get back at us. Be aware of that. Then there's the Keister sisters.
Maritza Diaz: Polly Pockets?
The tones in Maritza's voice is bewildered. But Pedro waves it off.
Pedro Gonzales: I've already told you several times. I needed more girls for this allegory and I couldn't find any tiny Kardashian dolls. Not important! What is important is that we don't take any of them for granted. (He smiles sheepishly.) I can't really tell them apart to be honest. Every time I try, they merge in my head into one giant beast made of modeling shots, valley girl behavior, and ass jokes.
She wastes no time smacking him in the arm.
Maritza Diaz: Papi, come on! We're supposed to be a serious team. After that whole thing at Flashpoint, I don't want to take any chances. We should use a little more strategy.
He grins.
Pedro Gonzales: Oh, you mean that thing where we won. Princess, we won because we didn't plan, not in spite of it.
Maritza blinks as her boyfriend takes her hand. That last comment sounds a little bit batshit insane to her.
Pedro Gonzales: I get why you're worried. We're both on the same page. We have to be the best and we need to do better. That’s why all this is happening. But there's planning and then there's over-planning. We were victors at Flashpoint because we rolled with the punches and read the situation on the fly. Can't do that constantly, yet that's a still a piece of the puzzle that we need. If we overthink this, it'll congest our brains and we'll end up losing because we couldn't see the opportunities presented to us because we were so damn worried about the plan and we'll miss deadlines to boot!
A beat.
Pedro Gonzales: Does that make sense?
There's a pause as she thinks about what in the hell he just said. After a few moments, she smiles.
Maritza Diaz: That makes all the sense in the world.
With a sigh of relief, Pedro kisses her hand.
Pedro Gonzales: Good. Now let's get ready to kick some ass.
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 22:04:34 GMT -5
Brian Stryker 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. He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Rochester, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is STUUUUNRAAAYYYYY!!! 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 continues to show remorse for what he’s done. He’s actually proud of himself, Stephy! Stephy Auger: Well look, I’m not a big fan of Daniel Widdel. But even I know that Stunray crossed the line. He’s brought on whatever comes his way at All-Star Showdown Six. The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 215 pounds… BRIIIIIAAAAAN STRYYYYYYKERRRR!!! He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms before hopping down onto the floor. Kris Cruise: We heard from the extreme daredevil tonight. We’ve seen him fly off of ladders over the past few weeks. He’s a man that’s willing to put his body on the line to win. Some people say that will. But what others say, Stryker actually does. The bell sounds as Stryker and Stunray go to lock up. But Stunray opts out for a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Stryker by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: This one has spilled to the outside already! As Stryker tries to pick himself up off the floor, Stunray runs into the far ropes. When Stunray returns, Stryker slides back in and goes to cut him off with a clothesline. But Stunray ducks and runs into the ropes. When he returns, he knocks Stryker down with a running back elbow. The boos continue as he drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker kicks out. Stunray picks up Stryker, moves him into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops. He then takes Stryker and goes for an irish whip. But Stryker reverses, sending Stunray into the opposite corner. Stryker then runs across the ring, but he gets caught with a back elbow to the face. As Stryker stumbles back, Stunray runs out of the corner to attack. But Stryker throws him down with a japanese drag drag. Stunray gets back up, but he gets thrown down by a deep arm drag. When Stunray returns to his feet, Stryker knocks him down with the First Stryker (arm wrench/hook kick combination). He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray kicks out. Kris Cruise: Stryker proved to be too fast for Stunray in that exchange. Stephy Auger: Well he’s going to have to be fast at All-Star Showdown Six when six other competitors will all be swinging at his head. Stryker picks up Stunray and wrenches his arm again. But Stunray is able to reach over with his free arm and rake Stryker across the eyes. He then takes Stryker, runs into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Stryker around, Stunray lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle before connecting with a dropkick, sending Stryker tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Stryker with a hard hard to the floor! Stephy Auger: Stryker’s getting up there, Cruise! He doesn’t bounce back from these hard falls as quickly as he used to. He better hope he didn’t hurt something. I would hate to see him come into All-Star Showdown at a disadvantage. Actually, that’s a lie. I would! Stunray rolls to the outside and puts the boots to Stryker. He then picks up Stryker before delivering a vertical suplex on the outside. The boos continue as Stunray picks up Stryker and delivers another vertical suplex on the floor. Stunray picks Stryker back up and whips him hard against the guardrail. While Stryker arches his back, Stunray runs over to attack. But Stryker knocks him back with a back elbow. He then takes Stunray, slams him face-first onto the apron and rolls him back inside. As Stryker climbs up onto the apron, Stunray nails him through the ropes with a shoulder thrust. He then grabs Stryker and goes for a vertical suplex back inside. But Stryker slips down from behind and brings him down with an O’Connor Roll. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Stunray doubles him over with another kick to the midsection before delivering a fisherman suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker gets his shoulder up. Stunray picks up Stryker and slaps him across the face. Stryker responds by throwing out a right hook. But Stunray ducks and counters with a dropkick, knocking Stryker through the ropes and to the apron. While Stryker picks himself up, Stunray runs into the corner and goes for a triangle dropkick. But Stryker ducks, causing Stunray to whiff. Once Stunray gets back to his feet, Stryker nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes and follows up with a sunset flip. But Stunray rolls through it, gets to his feet and grabs Stryker away from the ropes. After hooking his arms around Stryker’s legs, Stunray goes to turn him over into a Boston Crab. But Stryker turns sharply in the opposite direction, sending Stunray flipping down to the canvas. After both grapplers return to their feet, Stryker runs at Stunray, who throws him down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But instead of letting Stryker falls to the canvas, Stunray presses down on Stryker with a backbreaker hold. The ref asks Stryker if he wants to give up. When Stryker refuses, Stunray applies more pressure. Kris Cruise: Stunray’s got Stryker bent right across his knee. All the pressure is being applied right to that lower lumbar portion of the spine. He’s already taken a hard fall to the floor, as well as two suplexes on the outside. So he’s really got to be feeling it now. The ref asks Stryker if he wants to give up. But once again, Stryker refuses. The crowd cheers when Stryker swings up and nails Stunray with wild punches to the face. Once the hold is broken, Stryker gets back up and runs at Stunray. Stunray tries to counter with a clothesline. But Stryker ducks and runs into the ropes. When Stunray turns around, Stryker brings him down with a running hurricanrana. As Stunray gets up, Stryker runs over to attack. Stunray tries to cut him off with a clothesline. But again, Stryker ducks and runs into the ropes. When Stunray turns around, he gets caught with a low dropkick to the knee. After Stunray drops down to one knee, Stryker runs back into the ropes. When he returns, he plants Stunray with a spiking hurricanrana. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stunray gets his shoulder up. Stryker picks up Stunray and whips him into the corner. He then runs into the corner, connects with a corner back elbow and follows up with a CSS Enzuigiri. While Stunray is dazed, Stryker turns, lifts him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up and sitting down on the top ropes, Stryker grabs Stunray and throws him down with a Spider Suplex. Stryker then sits back up, stands up on the top turnbuckle and goes for a corkscrew moonsault. But Stunray gets his knees up. Stunray crawls over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker gets his shoulder up. Stunray picks up Stryker and whips him into the corner. He then runs, jumps and connects with the Stunray Splash. He then takes Stryker and whips him into the opposite corner. After pointing across the ring, Stunray runs, jumps and goes for another Stunray Splash. This time, Stryker moves out of the way. After Stunray crashes into the corner and stumbles back, Stryker brings him down with the Overdose (straight jacket Shiranui). Stryker picks up Stunray and groans as he delivers Stryke 2 (leg-hook saito Suplex) before heading out onto the apron. He then holds his back before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Stryker slowly raises from a crouched position before flipping off and crashing on top of Stunray with the Air Stryker (Shooting Star Press). Stryker then turns back over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Red Flag” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, BRIAN STRYKER! The cheers continue as Stryker gets his arm raised. Kris Cruise: Brian Stryker heads into All-Star Showdown Six with momentum as he picks up the vict- Stephy Auger: LOOK OUT! The crowd cheers when Daniel Widdel slides into the ring. He then brushes past both Stryker and the ref before hopping on top of Stunray and nailing him with wild punches. Stephy Auger: Where did he come from!? Kris Cruise: I don’t know! Widdel mounts himself on top of Stunray and tries to choke the life out of him until FGA referees rush into the ring and pull him off of Stunray. Stunray can be seen gasping for air while Widdel is dragging into the corner kicking and screaming. Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel didn’t want to wait until All-Star Showdown! The refs are holding him back tonight! But there will be no one around to stop him in two weeks! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 22:05:23 GMT -5
Sitting on his own in the locker room, Johnny Karma can't help but think that the room somehow feels too big with him and him alone sat there, and it's all because Izzy Anders decided to take the one constant throughout his career away from him: Cherry Baum. While he may be sitting in silence, he is anything but calm, something made remarkably clear by how his eyes have narrows and he’s staring at the far wall, clearly picturing all manner of things he has in mind for the Undisputed “Champion” that he wishes he could get out of the way right now, but he has to bide his time, shackled by the clause that Izzy is hiding behind. But that clause will not protect her tonight, oh no, because the second that bell rings… As the thought of all manner of ways he is going to turn the tide against Anders flash in front of his eyes, his thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Slowly, the door is opened, and Lowri Moss peers into the locker room. Lowri Moss: Johnny? Karma does not acknowledge Lowri’s presence. She steps inside the room, closing the door behind her. Lowri Moss: Uh, hi. She cautiously approaches Karma, unsure of how best to address him. Lowri Moss: Um, how are you feeling? Turning his head in their direction, rather than standing up, Karma’s voice is clearly an octave lower than it usually is, and he isn’t as quick-talking as he usually is. Johnny Karma: How do you think I’m feeling this evening? You saw what that...that… she did... Clenching a fist for a moment, Karma pauses and takes a sharp intake of breath, knowing full well he’s biting the head off his partner for this evening so he tries to temper the flames Johnny Karma: ...look, I’m sure you can understand, but I’m really not in the mood for a whole lot of things right now, and certainly not in the mood for knowing I have to share oxygen with that after what she did, because while I know that I can get my hands on her, right now the only place I can think of putting my hands is wrapping them around her neck. An uncomfortable feeling Lowri looks away from Karma, instead choosing to gaze towards the floor. Lowri Moss: I'm sorry, Johnny. I knew it was a stupid question as the words were leaving my mouth, but I wasn't sure what else to say. I can't imagine what emotions you must have gone through in the past week, after what Izzy did to Cherry. Letting out another sigh, Karma begins to speak Johnny Karma: Yeah, well… Only for the sentence to trail off into nothingness as he continues to look past Lowri in the doorway - that is until he realises that she’s looking at the floor, which sparks a little motivation in him Johnny Karma: Look, I didn’t mean to dump on you, it’s just I’ve had a lot on my mind lately, and none of it’s good - and obviously I don’t have… Karma makes a vague gesture towards the empty spot on the bench next to him, the same spot where Cherry usually sits Johnny Karma: ...you know. Karma’s attention turns to the door as a series of banging is followed by the familiar voice of the reigning FGA Pride Champion, Chris Madison. Chris Madison: Johnny… Madison pushes the door open and marches through the doorway. He comes to an abrupt stop, surprised to see Lowri Moss in there as well. He nods his head at her while adjusting the championship belt that was hanging over his shoulder. Chris then set his sights on Karma who was still sitting on the bench. Chris Madison: Man, I know you've got to be dying to get your hands on Izzy tonight. I'm assuming Lowri came in here with similar intentions. At the end of the day, no matter what any of us say, your mind is going to be racing, thinking about Cherry. But Johnny, you're a guy that is constantly overcoming adversity and rising to the occasion. You're a survivor. And as long as I've been here, you've been a man fighting the world on his own. You don't need to be anymore. You and I, tonight's the third time we've teamed up. We have common interests. Izzy… Savannah… Tonight we have a huge opportunity to completely curb their momentum, but your head needs to be in this match. If not, you're just playing into Izzy’s hand. Lowri nods her head in agreement with Madison, before looking in Karma’s direction. Lowri Moss: He’s right, you know. What Chris just said may not be what you want to hear right this instant, but he is right. The briefest hint of a wry smile creeps across the side of Karma’s face Johnny Karma: Survivor, huh? As soon as Karma says that out loud, you can almost literally see him come to his senses - especially since, at this point, Madison is somebody else who has been dragged into Izzy’s web, so he’s got first-hand experience of a lot of what he’s been put through lately Johnny Karma: From day one she was talking about “destruction” and she probably thinks she’s already succeeded, but I’m here...aren’t I? Chris Madison: These games, all of the antics that she and Savannah have been playing, are because they're too afraid to stand up on their own and face us one on one. Fear… Izzy needed to remove Cherry from the equation in order to tilt that playing field in her direction because she's afraid to square up with a focused and motivated Johnny Karma. Johnny Karma: I’d bet any money that, right now, she's thinking this match is already won and Savannah has some kind of post-match celebration lined up, because Izzy says it’ll be a walkover so that has to be the way it goes. Yet why does Izzy think her word is good for anything? It isn’t, that’s why she has to resort to threats and sneak attacks, because she’s scared. Lowri Moss: And after her latest sneak attack, I daresay Izzy may be a bit anxious about what you’re going to do next - she has to know that you’re not going to let it lie, and that you’re going to want retribution. Johnny Karma: Well how about we scare her that little bit more, and show her that things don’t always work out the way Izzy Anders says they will? Chris Madison: Izzy, Savannah, hell even AMIRA… They thrive on control. Take that control out of their hands and watch them implode. Johnny, following how Flashpoint played out, there's no better statement for you to make than going out there and showing Izzy you can overcome her head games by competing at the level that got you into the Undisputed Championship picture. With or without Cherry, Johnny Karma is still one of the best this company has ever seen! Smiling warmly, Lowri looks at Madison, then back to Karma. Lowri Moss: I know I’m still a relative newcomer around these parts, but I’m well aware what you’ve accomplished during your time in FGA, and while I’m sure you would much prefer that Cherry be here with you, you have already shown that you can succeed without her at your side - I mean, Cherry wasn’t at ringside two months ago, when you won the Gold Rush Rumble; perhaps Izzy, Savannah, and whoever else, need to be reminded exactly what Johnny Karma is capable of in that ring. With a little motivation, Karma gets up off of the bench and makes his way towards the locker room door, pausing when he reaches Madison and Lowri Johnny Karma: I guess we should take back control. With his mind focused on the task in hand for this evening, and more importantly with what was dragging him down now serving as a burning motivation, Karma heads out of the locker room and into the corridor with a revitalised purpose...but for how long? [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jun 11, 2017 22:11:34 GMT -5
The camera fades in and we see a familiar purple Lamborghini Gallardo racing through the Nevada desert just outside Las Vegas. Right behind the roaring wheels, a baby sandstorm is rising up. Luckily, nothing is behind the powerful but sleek vehicle. Nothing for miles. It's the middle of the night, and the expansive, harrowing, silent view makes it obvious, but not for long, as the expensive car finds itself suddenly closing in on its destination: A bar in the middle of nowhere.
Knowhere,
somewhere in the Nevada desert;
3:00 AM,
3 days before Vertigo
Everything, everyone, is loud inside the old-timey bar. The patrons are yelling at each other, sharing stories and boasts, while an old-fashioned music machine is blaring old-fashioned music out loud, drowning the bar of wood and sweat with more noise than should be allowed. Two-time AXN World Heavyweight Champion and inaugural AXN Intercontinental Champion, the Spanish Sweetheart, El Guapo Julian Tijerina walks in, the door creaking as he steps a foot inside the musty old bar, his expensive blue and white suit looking strange against the secondhand and almost forgotten clothes everyone else wears. Julian scrunches his noise at the smell, dusting dust off his suit. He sighs, fixing his round black glasses on his nose. Looking around the indifferent and boisterous crowd gives him a headache. Thankfully, he finds what he's looking for.
Julian makes his way to the counter, gracefully dodging a drunk man who passes out right in front of him. The man's companion laughs his heart out, ignoring El Guapo who raises an eyebrow at him. Julian shakes his head, realizing his judgment is for naught. These people are used to being looked down on. It was their thing, sort of like being handsome was Julian's thing. Julian finally gets to the counter, dodging a drunk woman who is being pushed away by her mark. He takes his seat.
Bartender: You're new. What're you having?
Julian raises an eyebrow at the bartender. The bartender ignores it. Julian sighs in defeat.
Julian Tijerina: What do you have that won't kill me?
Julian kills the bartender with the unintended joke. The bushy bearded man laughs like his heart was about to explode. Julian frowns, not amused.
Bartender: You really are new around here... Everything here will kill you, so just pick your poison, kid.
Julian gives it a minute of thought. The bartender indulges him, as everyone else already has a drink in hand and no one else seems to be raring for more. Julian sighs, fixing his tie.
Julian Tijerina: Do you have milk?
It's the bartender's turn to raise an eyebrow. Julian simply stares at him, unfazed. The bartender sighs, frowning.
Bartender: Sure. Coming right up.
Julian dusts more dust from his suit. He fixes himself on his seat. The bar has not gone down in volume. Not even in energy. Everyone's still loud and obnoxious and smelly.
? : I heard you're having a hard time at the lion's den.
Julian sighs. He stares at the drunk woman beside him, mildly disgusted. The bartender, eyebrow still raised, props his glass of milk right in front of him. Julian fidgets with the coaster. He turns the glass around, looking for any sign of death swimming in his milk. Somewhat satisfied, he takes a gulp, savoring the freshness and the cold. Julian smiles briefly in delight as he places his glass back on the counter.
Julian Tijerina: Not that hard, really. There's just this..."itch" I'm finding difficult to get rid of.
The man in green, lithe and with noticeable feminine features, beside Julian snickers.
Man in Green: Well, if it's an itch you need to get rid of, our expert's finally back from the bathroom.
Julian doesn't turn around. Instead, he takes his glass of milk and another huge gulp. The drunk woman beside him moves away calmly, as a man in red, a bit bigger and definitely more intimidating than Julian and the Man in Green, takes her seat. No objections. That side just goes dead silent.
The man in red gestures for another glass and the bartender obliges, offering him a mug of beer. The man in red takes it and downs the entire thing in one sitting. He wipes froth from his mouth with his bare hands. A loud roar of a belch follows immediately. He yawns and puts a pinkie in his right ear, digging something out.
Man in Red: I heard you're having a hard time at the lion's den...
The Man in Green chuckles, turning his chair around to get a better look at the characters in the bar. He leans backwards on the counter, using both arms for support.
Man in Green: I already said that.
The Man in Red raises an eyebrow, scowling. He grunts.
Man in Red: How was I supposed to know? I was pissing.
The Man in Green gestures for him to shush without even turning to the Man in Red. His eyes are fixed on a young beauty left alone at a table. She seems out of place, with her designer sleeveless dress and a fearful look in her eyes. She keeps looking around, scoping. She must've just wandered in. When her eyes meet with those of the Man in Green, she feels a bit more comfortable. He smiles at her, and she smiles back.
Man in Green: Anyway, I'm going to leave you two to talk about whatever you two need to talk about for a bit. I'll be around.
The Man in Green gets up and makes his way to the lady out of water. The Man in Red shakes his head at him, still scowling. Julian simply sighs, taking a third gulp of his glass of milk. There's not much left in it now. Julian sighs again. The Man in Red gets another glass of beer and immediately starts drinking it all.
Julian Tijerina: You know, all that beer's going to kill you.
The Man in Red stops mid-drink to glare at Julian. Julian simply shrugs, indifferent.
Man in Red: We're all going to die, right? And it's my life. Might as well do what I want before it ends.
The Man in Red continues downing what's left of the glass down. Julian just stares at him.
Julian Tijerina: I guess so.
Julian finishes his glass of milk and begins fidgeting with the glass. He keeps his eyes on the glass, thinking about so many things, things his garbled reflection reminds him of. He sniffs at the memories and shakes them all off from his head. Closing his eyes, and bridging his eyebrows, he starts focusing on what is to come, putting on the backburner of his mind what has been. He starts murmuring to himself.
Julian Tijerina: Forward, always. Forward, always. Forward, always.
The Man in Red takes notice of this odd behaviour but before he can address it, something else takes everyone's attention.
Man in Green: I swear, she said nothing about a boyfriend... I didn't know she had a boyfriend. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared... Trust me, my huge angry friend.
The Man in Red grunts, shaking his head. Julian turns around and sees the Man in Green getting confronted by a huge burly man. It's only then that Julian notices the lady between them. El Guapo shakes his head, a bit amused. The Man in Green continues to defend himself amidst the other two characters close to him, with the lady taking his side.
Lady out of Water: He's not my boyfriend.
The Huge Burly Man turns to the lady, caught offguard, but stands his ground.
Huge Burly Man: Yes, I am.
The lady stands her ground as well, crossing her arms in defiance.
Lady out of Water: No, you're not.
The Huge Burly Man grabs the lady by the arm.
Huge Burly Man: YES. I. AM.
The entire bar goes silent. Tension rises between the lady and the Huge Burly Man. The lady is wincing, obviously in pain. Julian, along with the Man in Green, also notices the look on the lady's face. The Man in Green starts speaking, making Julian furrow his eyebrows from the counter.
Man in Green: Okay, maybe we can take this down a notch for a bit? She says you're not his boyfriend, you say you are, I'm not judging, but why don't we let her arm go? She looks uncomfortable.
The Huge Burly Man turns to the Man in Green in fury. The Man in Green puts both his hands up.
Man in Green: Just trying to cool things down, my friend. I don't want a fight.
Julian keeps watch of everything that's happening, already thinking of a plan to diffuse the situation. Unfortunately...
Man in Red: I do.
The Man in Red suddenly bolts out of his seat and charges at the Huge Burly Man. The Huge Burly Man, caught surprised, can do nothing else but let go of the lady's arm as the Man in Red Spears him to oblivion, both men crashing on the table near the far wall. Thankfully, the two guys who were sitting at that table were able to move away quickly. Just as quickly, the entire bar turns into pure, unadulterated chaos. Everyone just starts fighting everyone. Chairs are sent flying through the air, glasses are broken against unsuspecting heads, and even the old-fashioned music machine gets broken in half when someone gets thrown against it. That someone is the Man in Red.
Taking the opportunity of a distracted Huge Burly Man, the Man in Green grabs the lady's hand and brings her to Julian who's gotten himself another glass of milk from behind the counter. Julian carefully steps over the unconscious bartender on the floor. The oblivious Spanish Sweetheart is met, when he turns back around, by the Man in Green and the palpitating lady.
Man in Green: Would you be so kind?
Without even waiting for Julian's answer, the Man in Green leaves the lady in Julian's care. Julian shrugs and offers her a glass of milk but gets a raised eyebrow in response. The Man in Green leaps up behind the Huge Burly Man who had just grabbed the Man in Red and was in the middle of forcing his prey back to his feet, locking him in a Sleeper Hold. The Huge Burly Man has to let the Man in Red go, the latter plopping back to the floor, in order to focus on finding a way to force the Man in Green, who has found a comfortable spot on his back wherein he could keep the hold locked in for days, to let him go.
Back at the counter, Julian gets back on his seat, drinking his milk in relative peace. The lady beside him has gotten herself a beer and is also enjoying the show. Two brawlers get too close for comfort and Julian safely kicks them to another direction. The disgusting drunk woman from before drops the drunk guy from before right in front of Julian and the lady, accidentally making the lady drop her bottle of beer. Thankfully, Julian was able to keep distance between his almost-finished glass of milk and the rest of the action. The disgusting drunk woman gets back to her drunk feet and roars, celebrating her takedown. That celebration does not last long, however, as the infuriated lady smashes a bottle of beer, that Julian gives her from inside the counter's hidden drawer, against her head, knocking her out. The lady does her own roaring and celebrating.
Finally, Julian finishes his glass of milk. He stands up, dodges a thrown beer bottle that lands on the face of the guy behind him, takes his wallet, and gets a few hundred dollars from that same leather wallet. He throws the money over the bartender's unconscious body. He walks beside and away from the lady who stops celebrating at the sight of him.
The Huge Burly Man has the Man in Red in his grasp but the latter escapes with sheer aggression. The Man in Red hits the Huge Burly Man in the face with a Big Boot, sending him teetering a few steps away from him and nearer the Man in Green. The Man in Green, who just made another huge man pass out with another Rear Naked Choke, took the opportunity given to him once again and added to the Huge Burly Man's hangover with a Jumping Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head. The Huge Burly Man starts to find difficulty in staying on his two feet. While fixing his suit, Julian walks calmly towards the Huge Burly Man and finally takes him out of his misery with a picture-perfect Superkick. The Huge Burly Man crashes to the floor unconscious.
Julian Tijerina: I'm leaving.
Julian makes his way to the door without waiting for a reply. The Man in Red gets back to his feet from one knee. He grunts at Julian. The Man in Green is helped back to his feet by the lady. Smiling, and with his arm around his prize, he yells his goodbyes at Julian.
Man in Green: Feel free to come back any time, my friend!
Back in his expensive purple Lamborghini Gallardo, driving away from all the night's chaos, Julian keeps his eyes on the road while his mind wanders off elsewhere and everywhere. Out here, finally, he is alone, with only the darkness and his engine's roars keeping him company. It should be a peaceful drive. To some people, that would be true, but Julian is not some people. He has never been some people.
Julian Tijerina: I think I need to think things through... I think I need to come up with a plan...or maybe three.
The camera slowly zooms in on Julian's eyes through the windshield of his sleek car. He seems busy in thought. The video ends abruptly.
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