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Post by FGA Office on Jul 16, 2017 22:58:59 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 16, 2017 23:52:10 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 SAVE MART CENTER
FRESNO, CA "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" Drum beat. "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" Drum beat. "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" A final drum beat. "THE CHAMP IS HERE!" The intro of Jadakiss's "The Champ is Here" plays as a precursor to Izzy Anders' arrival. The crowd already starts their intense jeers before the arena falls into darkness. Yellow and red colors fill the arena as the sky rains down small bits of gold. The camera shows many fans displaying their hatred with middle fingers and glares. "Kerosine Dreams" by DriveByWire plays out as Izzy Anders starts to make her way out. "Ahhh, ahh, ahhhhh!
Ahhh, ahh, ahhhhh!
So sick of sitting around, there's so much to do
So jump abroad and let's look at you." The Undisputed Champion strolls onto the stage, without any of the pleasantries that would usually accompany her. Instead, she just starts to make her way down to the ring. She doesn’t trade barbs with the crowd or nothing. When she does make it down to the middle of the ramp, the booing is so intense that she does turn her head. Albeit, it’s devoid of any joy, instead she glares down at the man until she gets up close to him. He continues to shout at her until she jumped at him, causing him to back away just a bit. She then made her way down to the ring. Kris Cruise: This is our first time seeing Izzy Anders on FGA TV since she retained her Undisputed Championship in controversial fashion. Stephy Auger: There was nothing controversial about it. Stop trying to put an asterisk on Izzy’s reign. She enters, getting her normal crouched position as her theme starts to die out. Demanding a microphone, the champion still keeps her scowl prevalent. Izzy Anders: No, no, no, there’s not going to be any kind of fanfare tonight unless it’s for me defending this championship right here in my hand right now. She looks around the entire arena for a moment, seething. Izzy Anders: I see that you’re all smiling because Leonard up there gave you something to bust a nut over. In a mocking tone, she continues her tirade. Izzy Anders: “Oh yay, Johnny Karma got another title shot! He doesn’t deserve it, but we’re so happy! Maybe he’ll finally beat Izzy Anders! Wow, I’m so happy that I’m going to need new pants.” She sighs. Izzy Anders: Idiots! All of you! I swear, do you not understand that this is exactly what I needed to see? Wow, after everything that has happened at All-Star Showdown, I’m being punished exclusively. Yeah, he might have spoke up about Savannah, but c’mon… really? Madison and Frankie would bitch and moan about his rematch, so that’s just about even. No, it’s this nonsense of giving Karma another match after he failed that makes me upset. Some would say I cheated, but I’ll tell you this. I never told Yun Goeun or Heather Lasiewicz to intervene on my behalf. Yun, especially, did so of her own free will, because she believes in the same kind of idea that I have about Karma. He’s a fraud. He’s a hypocrite. He’s everything that I’m trying to change in this business, but I’m going to be punished because a lovely lady came down to get her revenge for some mess that happened to her? Wow, way to go, FGA...way to go. On top of this, Chris Q is lurking his ass around somewhere, looking for someone’s ankle to break. I think that’s it, everyone. I think I have finally figured out exactly why everything that has ever happened in FGA continues to happen. She pauses, looking transcendental as she does. Because everyone is so stupid that it hurts! I thought it was a few select people or maybe you all for not listening or realizing anything, but I came to this immediate conclusion. The entire upper brass of FGA is a room full of stuck-up, milquetoast jackasses that only get involved when they want to get involved. It just so happens that I, Izzy Freaking Anders, is the prime target here. I’m sorry, Savannah, that this falls on you, but you can see my point more clearly. A beat. Izzy Anders: I thought that I would move on after this. C’mon, what’s the point of the Gold Rush Rumble or the ranking system? Maybe someone who actually won at the event should get a title shot? Where’s Molly’s title shot or Chandler’s? Especially the Ace of the Place over there. He beat Felicity Banks. FA-LIS-SA-TEE! Does that not count for something? What? Will the Frontier Lions Cup not mean anything? Because it seems to me that favoritism is what prevails here? Johnny Karma just managed to test out his new kneepads and suck...up to the board back there. Izzy goes and rests onto the ropes, seeming completely out of it after her spiel. She flings the championship onto the mat with a huff, before giving it a brisk kick that turns it over. Izzy Anders: Screw this noise, man, really, screw this. I don’t ever remember anybody else having to go through all these hoops and ladders during their reign. Hell, this isn’t even the first time FGA has done this. My MAL reign took me through hell and back before I lost it. I mean, honest to god, it changed me. She leans on the ropes. Izzy Anders: But I’m not going to stand for it. I can leave just like Zero did, but that’s not me, really. I just have to beat this bastard one time, despite all the odds and I can shut you all up. For good. If they give him a rematch, then...you all have to look me dead in my eyes and know that I’m right. And all these stupid grins can go right the fu-- Before Izzy can finish her sentence she’s interrupted by the all too familiar sound of John Bonham’s intro for When the Levee Breaks - but rather than waiting for his usual cue, almost as soon as the song starts Johnny Karma marches through the curtain and heads straight for the ring, and he looks PO’d as he makes his way to ringside Izzy Anders: And look...here comes Karma to say something stupid or whatever. As Karma steps into the ring he glares directly at Izzy, and at this moment it becomes clear to everyone except Izzy that he hasn’t brought a microphone to the ring with him, and he certainly doesn’t appear to be asking for one from ringside... Izzy Anders: Alright, let’s get this under the way-- Izzy is stopped mid-sentence as, out of nowhere, Karma boots Izzy in the midsection - and without a second’s hesitation loads her up for Dazed & Confused & All Messed Up, and with just as much hesitation he spikes Izzy head-first into the canvas to a massive cheer from the crowd Kris Cruise: Karma just planted Anders on the mat! Stephy Auger: Izzy! For a moment Karma remains seated on the canvas, with Izzy laid out beside him and clearly not getting up anytime soon, and as he sits there a weight almost visibly lifts off his shoulders. Kris Cruise: My God, that feeling must have been so euphoric for Johnny Karma. Especially after the hell that she’s put that man through! Stephy Auger: Finally, Karma begins to pick himself up from the canvas...but then he pauses, as something else on the mat catches his attention - the title belt that Izzy has spent the past few weeks wielding like a weapon against the company, against Karma himself, and at that moment Karma picks up the belt from the canvas and holds it in front of himself, looking at it for a few seconds, then looking over to the fallen Anders... Stephy Auger: What is he doing!? ...before he decides “Baren es” and turns to walk out of the ring with the title in his hands, and as he stands on the outside of the ring he looks back and looks towards the ring and the fallen Anders, and as he looks back he places the title on his shoulder and backs up the ramp, with the crowd chanting his name as he walks out of the arena with the title in his grasp [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 16, 2017 23:56:47 GMT -5
Fenrys vs. Bean Bands J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… BEAN BANDS! The scenes opens inside the arena as it was normally lit with the ring announcer ready to announce the upcoming competitor. Suddenly… “GIVE US YOUR GOLD!!!!!” Is heard blaring through the speakers as "Release The Hounds" by Satellites On Parade hits the PA System and the arena goes to pitch black. As the intro of the song plays out the lights flash red, blue and black constantly until Fenrys appears standing at the top of the ramp after forty seconds of the song plays out. With his hood of his coat up he stares down to the ring breathing heavy. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from The Wolves Den! Weighing in at 178 pounds…. FEEENNNNNRYYYYSSSS!!! Fenrys then looks around to the fans and growls before he makes his way down the ramp. As he makes it to the bottom of the ramp he drops to all fours and proceeds to walk on his fours over to the left side of the ring. Fenrys pops up to his feet as he leans over the barricade scarring the fans at ringside before darting towards the ring and sliding into the bottom rope. He stands on his knees in the center of the ring and looks up to the ceiling howling up to the sky while his arms were spread out. He then stands up to his feet and walks over to a corner and removes his fur coat. After giving it to the stagehand outside the ring, Fenrys crouches down in the corner as we waits for the match to begin. Kris Cruise: Fenrys made his debut at All-Star Showdown Six when he joined the rest of Harter’s crows in beating down Jimmy Page. We’re going to see this match in sanctioned action for the first time here on Vertigo. But something tells me that he’s just as rabid as a wolf. Stephy Auger: I don’t like Bean Bands’ chances, Cruise. Then again, I’ve never liked Bands’ chances. The bell sounds as Fenrys rushes over and connects with a front dropkick, sending Bands flying into the corner. The crowd boos as Bands bounces off the turnbuckles before falling to the mat. Kris Cruise: Did you see that dropkick!? Stephy Auger: And that was just the first move, Cruise! Fenrys gets down on all fours and slowly begins to stalk his prey. As Bands picks himself up, Fenrys leaps to his feet, rushes over and tackles him into the corner. The boos continue as Fenrys doubles him over with a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, followed by a series of wild clubbing strikes across the back. Fenrys then takes Bands by the hair head and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the top turnbuckle. He then lunges forward and bites Bands on the neck, causing Bands to scream in pain. Ref: ONE.. TWO… THREE… FOUR… Fenrys lets go, grabs Bands and tosses him towards the center of the ring. As Bands brings himself up to a knee, Fenrys comes from behind the corner and knocks him down with a rear Shining Wizard. Fenrys pulls Bands over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fenrys pulls Bands up. Kris Cruise: Why did he do that? Bands looked like he was out of it after that knee to the back of the head. Stephy Auger: He’s not through making an example out of Bean Bands. After bringing Bands back to his feet, Fenrys sends him stumbling into the ropes with a European Uppercut. He then heads over, grabs Bands and whips him into the far ropes. When Bands returns, the crowd boos when Fenrys spikes him with a frankensteiner. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fenrys pulls Bands up. Kris Cruise: Come on, Fenrys! Enough’s enough! Stephy Auger: It’ll be enough when Fenrys says it’s enough! Fenrys keeps a hold of Bands’ hair and slowly peels him up off the mat… only to quickly turn him around and yank him down with a pulling neckbreaker. He then yanks Bands back up before whipping him hard sternum-first into the corner. As Bands stumbles back, Fenrys delivers a lungblower. After Bands bounces off of Fenrys’ knees, Fenrys brings Backs back to his feet, doubles him over with a hard knee to the midsection and applies Tyr’s Sacrifice (Octopus Stretch). The ref asks Bands if he wants to give up. Bands screams as he immediately taps out. The crowd boos when “Release The Hounds” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FENRYS! The match is over, but Fenrys continues to keep the hold locked on. Kris Cruise: What the heck is this!? You won the match! Break the hold! After the ref scolds him, Fenrys reluctantly breaks the hold and shoves Bands down to the canvas. The boos continue as Fenrys drops down and howls at the lights. We then cut to the backstage area, where El Stravito looks on and shakes his head... |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 16, 2017 23:58:01 GMT -5
Backstage Spencer Burke is standing with Brian Stryker. Brian is looking quite pleased with himself as he has on a new shirt for Dark Horse Protection, the agency he started with fellow HKW wrestler and friend Hunter Werth. It’s a tshirt with the Dark Horse Logo on the right breast and large version on the back with a personalized name on it. Spencer Burke: Standing here with Brian Stryker and I gotta say I like the shirt. Where did you get it? Brian Stryker: Well Spence, it’s the newest shirt from Dark Horse Protection. Just the little group from HKW. Spencer Burke: I like it. Where can I get one? Brian Stryker: DarkHorseProtection.Com only. Exclusive. Spencer Burke: I’ll keep that in mind. But Brian, we’re four weeks removed from All-Star Showdown. How do you feel after that grueling ladder match? Brian stops a moment as I thinks about it. Brian Stryker: I’m fine now. I was sore for days after, which wasn’t the best thing, since that quickly turned into the worst week ever for me personally. But as far as my body goes? I’m fine now. Not 100%, but ready enough to get back into that ring. Spencer Burke: You caused a lot of ruckus during that match. Any spots that stick out in your mind? Brian Stryker: Well the first one was when AMIRA just smashed that ladder into my face. My jaw was sore as ANYTHING! I’m lucky she didn’t knock a tooth out or break my jaw. Spencer Burke: What about falling onto the ropes crotch first? How did that feel? Brian Stryker: Spence, unless you went through that yourself….there’s no describing that pain. I became a falsetto for about 10 minutes after that. I had a bruise about 10 inches wide on my right inner thigh. No joke last 2 weeks. But my favorite might have to be the Overdose off the top of that ladder. Sure that might have taken me out of the match pretty much as it was over shortly after, but that moment is etched into FGA history. Every time someone mentions that ladder match in 1, 2, maybe 10 years from now, that will be one of, if not the biggest highlight. ?: Yikes. The camera zooms out, as both Spencer Burke and Brian Stryker turn to the source of the interruption, right behind Stryker, as it is revealed to be none other The Shooting Star Supreme himself, El Guapo, Julian Tijerina. The crowd cheers from their seats at the revelation while Julian smiles at both Spencer and Stryker. He waves at both of them, too, before pointing at Stryker and looking up to think. Julian Tijerina: That’s not a good highlight for you, amigo. Julian claps Stryker on the shoulder as the latter begins chuckling to himself. Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, Julian Tijerina! Julian turns to the camera and winks, making his fangirls scream throughout the arena. He doesn’t pander too long, though, as he quickly returns to the topic at hand. Julian Tijerina: That match… That match is definitely going to be remembered for a long, long time. I, myself, am going to remember that match, as well as the broken bones and the sore muscles I got from it, for a long, long time. But I’m feeling all better now. Just like Papa Stryker. You see, Spencer, Stryker and I, we are guerreros. We put our bodies on the line day in and day out for the things that we believe in, and clearly, we believe in them greatly. Julian stops talking, smirking instead, allowing Spencer to cut in. Spencer Burke: And we all saw how far that belief took the two of you during that title match. Julian turns to Spencer with a wide grin on his face. Julian Tijerina: It took everybody in that match far, way far, way over their limits. We had the aforementioned harassment of the ropes, courtesy of Papa Stryker… Julian points at Brian who makes a curtsy before laughing to himself. Julian Tijerina: Hope the twins are all well now, by the way. I, myself, jumped off the top of the ladder, destroying, annihilating, Blake Rogers once and for all with a massive Guerrero Splash heard ‘round the world. The crowd starts chanting Julian’s name over and over again. He basks in all that glory before resuming his monologue. Julian Tijerina: And who could forget the finish? Sadie San Francisco finally, FINALLY, taking out the trash in her former Camp Envi cohort---shout-out to Evan Envi, by the way, we’re a thing on Twitter---NEON by sending her flying off the ladder and through another ladder, essentially burning a bridge using the ladder bridge I propped up. Quite poetic, really, and in a way, the new champ owes me a reward. Maybe a title match. Maybe a kiss. Maybe a billion dollars. Stryker is grinning from ear to ear at Julian’s shenanigans. Spencer himself is having a really good time with this interview. Julian then grabs Stryker’s shoulder. Julian Tijerina: But you know what I remember most that night? Julian looks, stares, in Stryker’s eyes, through them, as Spencer suddenly feels a bit of tension rising between supposed friends. Julian Tijerina: I can’t stop thinking about how close I was to becoming the new Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. I was so close. I was this close. Julian motions with his fingers how close he was, forcing it right in a surprised Stryker’s face as well as a nodding, fearful Spencer’s face. Julian heaves a huge sigh, dropping his head before perking right back up, shocking a wary Spencer even more. Julian Tijerina: I was within a hair of finally, FINALLY, becoming an FGA Champion… Julian turns to Stryker again, a more serious, less positive expression on his handsome face. Julian Tijerina: ...but you cost me that match, Papa. With a freaking Overdose off the ladder. Julian almost swears at the memory but stops himself, remembering he has fans all over the world that wants him, needs him, to be the shining beacon of hope and goodness that he is down to his very handsome core. Brian Stryker: Hey man that was nothing personal. That was all business. If it was the other way around I'd expect the same thing from you. We're both high caliber athletes that know what is at stakes. You gotta believe I'm not gonna let chances slip away nor do I expect you to. If you are as good as you say you are, you're gonna that chance again. Julian stares at Stryker, his eyes narrowed in focused. Spencer swallows air, suddenly feeling like he doesn’t want to be where he is at the moment. Suddenly, Julian claps Stryker in the shoulder, a wide grin on his handsome face. Julian Tijerina: You’re right, amigo! That was nothing personal. It was just business, and of course, given the opportunity, I would’ve laid you out as well. That’s what guerreros do, right? We fight. We both want gold around our waists. Quite understandable. Julian turns to a Spencer who frantically blinks at him. Julian Tijerina: See you around, Spence, though to be honest, I’d much rather see Jessie more. Julian clicks his tongue, fires finger guns at Spencer, and then salutes Stryker before walking away from the pair. He starts humming his theme as he disappears into the hallway. Brian and Spencer look at each other both with a raised eyebrow as the camera fades to black. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:05:00 GMT -5
Flavia Rocha vs. Miss Fortune J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Marseilles, France! She is MISSSSS FOOOOORRTUNNNNNNE!!! Kris Cruise: Miss Fortune gave The Chaotics a run for their money with her GBH tag partner Harper Hill in the First Round of the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament. Let’s see how she fares here in solo action against the debuting Flavia Rocha. The opening guitar of “Bang Bang Bang” by Dorothy hits and Flavia Rocha emerges from the back. She flips her hood back and looks around the arena, walking down the aisle she raises her arms out and meanders back and forth bent over like she’s flying as she approaches the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Florianopolous, Brazil…. FLAAAAVIIIAAAA ROOOOOOCHAAAAA!!! Climbing onto the apron she gives the crowd a thumbs up and slides through the ropes, whipping off her coat in a fluid motion and tossing it into the corner. She extends her index fingers high overhead together and then brings them down doing a 360 and pointing at the crowd before she lowers her arms and prepares for the match to start. Kris Cruise: Here comes Flavia! Ms. Rocha has been under the tutelage of Sean Sands these past couple of years and is now ready to step into the squared circle. Stephy Auger: Oh yeah, she’s been under him alright. Kris Cruise: Oh stop it! The bell sounds a Rocha and Fortune start things off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Fortune shoves Rocha back a few steps. Rocha shakes it off before circling the ring. She then heads back over to Fortune and locks up. After jockeying for position, Rocha shoves Fortune back a few steps. Fortune then stomps back over towards Rocha, lunges forward and engages in a collar-and-elbow. After jockeying for position, Fortune moves Rocha across the ring and against the ropes. Rocha then turns and presses Fortune against the ropes. Fortune then turn and presses Rocha against the turnbuckles. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers make a clean break. After some trash talk, Fortune shove Rocha back. But Rocha doesn’t back down and shoves Fortune right back. Fortune then gets up in Rocha’s face as the two continue to argue. Kris Cruise: There’s definitely been some words going back and forth between these two long before the bell rang. Stephy Auger: Yeah! Can you believe the nerve of Fulvia! Kris Cruise: … it’s Flavia! Stephy Auger: Miss Fortune is actually trying to work her way up the ranks the right way, unlike Fulvia. Kris Cruise: What is that supposed to mean? As the ref gets in between them and tries to separate the action, Fortune reaches over the cheap and cheapshots Rocha with a right hand. Kris Cruise: Oh come on! Stephy Auger: “Protect yourself at all times.” Aw, I guess Seanny didn’t teach her everything, huh? The boos continue as Fortune takes Rocha, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Rocha around, Fortune lights up her chest with knife edge chops. She then takes Rocha and goes for an irish whip. But Rocha reverses, sending Fortune into the turnbuckles. Rocha runs across the ring into the corner. Fortune then goes to cut her off with a boot to the face. But Rocha slams on the brakes, grabs her by the ankle and yanks her out of the corner. After Fortune lands on her back, she turns over and gets on her knees. It’s there that she’s met with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. Rocha goes to cap off the attack with a roundhouse kick to the head. But Fortune ducks, pops up to her feet, quickly grabs Rocha from behind, turns and tosses her through the ropes and to the outside. Stephy Auger: How kind of Miss Fortune to take out the trash. Make sure you say “thank you.” Fortune quickly rolls to the outside before putting the boots to Rocha. After hooking both of her arms around Rocha’s legs, Fortune leans back and catapults Rocha against the edge of the apron. Kris Cruise: Did you hear that thud!? The crowd boos as Rocha crumbles to the mat and guards her midsection. Fortune goes back to stomping away at the ribs before picking Rocha back up. After ramming Rocha back-first against the edge of the apron, she pushes Rocha back inside. Fortune then slides back in before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Rocha gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Rocha got her shoulder up. But you have to wonder how hurt she is. Stephy Auger: Getting hurt in your first match? I guess she’s really not cut out for this business. Fortune pulls up Rocha by the hair, moves her into the corner and delivers five shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then brings Rocha from out of the corner before throwing her down with a belly to belly suplex. She hooks the far leg… ONE! . . TWO! . . Rocha gets her shoulder up. Fortune pulls Rocha back to her feet and whips her into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Fortune throws her down with a spinebuster. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Rocha gets her shoulder up. Fortune picks up Rocha and nails her with three elbow smashes to the lower back. After grabbing Rocha from behind, Fortune throws out a ripcord rolling elbow. But Rocha ducks and heads towards the ropes. When Fortune turns around, the crowd cheers when she turns into the Lip Buster (Flying Chuck). Kris Cruise: Rocha with the Lip Buster, shades of her man Sean Sands! Stephy Auger: Whoopty Doo. While both grapplers are down, the ref starts a count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! At the count of six, both grapplers begin to get back to their feet. Fortune is the first one to a vertical base. As she makes her way over towards Rocha, Rocha leaps into the air before planting her with face Meets Mat (leaping DDT). After Fortune’s head bounces off the mat, Rocha turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fortune gets her shoulder up. Rocha picks up Fortune and goes for an irish whip. But Fortune reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Rocha returns, she knocks Fortune down with a crossbody. But instead of making the cover, Rocha rolls off of Fortune and guards her midsection. Stephy Auger: Looks like that move hurt Rocha more than it did Miss Fortune! While Rocha is still in a seated position, Fortune gets back to her feet and nails her with a hard kick to the back. She then brings Rocha back to her feet. After a knee strike to the midsection doubles Rocha over, Fortune turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, she throws out a scissors kick. But Rocha slips out of the way, grabs Fortune from behind, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Looks like Rocha’s trying to buy a little time there. Stephy Auger: Why? She’s only delaying the inevitable! As Fortune begins to stir on the outside, Rocha begins to clap her hands. The crowd quickly joins in and does the same. Once Fortune is back to her feet, Rocha turns and runs into the ropes. When Rocha comes back, Fortune leaps onto the apron and nails her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes, sending Rocha down to the canvas. Stephy Auger: So much for that! While Rocha is curled up on the canvas, Fortune makes her way along the apron before climbing up towards the top turnbuckle. Once she’s got one foot on the top turnbuckle, Rocha comes from out of nowhere, grabs her and slams her down off the top. Kris Cruise: The high risk didn’t pay off! Rocha picks up Fortune and whips her into the ropes. When Fortune returns, Rocha goes for a running clothesline. But Fortune ducks, sending both grapplers into opposite sets of ropes. When they come back, Rocha leaps across the ring and knocks Fortune down with a flying forearm. After laying across her back for a few seconds, Rocha kips up to her feet and is met with cheers from the crowd. As Fortune returns to her feet and turns around, Rocha runs across the ring and brings her down with a Sling Blade. She then drags Fortune into position before scaling to the top turnbuckle. From there, Rocha flips off and crashes across Fortune with the Sand Drop (corkscrew leg drop). She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Bang Bang Bang hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FLAVIA ROCHA! Rocha gets arm raised raised in victory. But she quickly doubles over and guards her midsection. Kris Cruise: Flavia Rocha was impressive in her debut as she picks up the win over Miss Fortune. Stephy Auger: She was alright. She wasn’t nearly as impressive as Fenrys, but we both knew that. She looked halfway decent out there. But if she had any smarts, she would hit the gym and work on the fundamentals She’s not quite ready to challenge starts like Jaelynn Ramsey yet. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:09:52 GMT -5
Luke Jackson is in the back. He takes a deep breath as he looks over his shoulder. A voice finally is heard and it is from his girlfriend Zaylee Flynn. She fixes her dress as she looks at him. She goes over and kisses him on the forehead. Zaylee Flynn: You ready for this match against NEON? Luke nods his head as he goes on to tying his boots. He looks up at her and closes his eyes and opens them again. Luke Jackson: Yeah, I am. I just need to keep doing what I have been. The last time the FGA fans saw me in this ring I was on the winning side of things and we took out Ricky Valero and his cronies. Now I just need to keep moving forward. I cannot look back anymore. Zaylee sighs now as she sits down next to Luke. She looks at him and puts her hand on his shoulder and starts to massage it a little bit. Zaylee Flynn: What I have I told you about worrying what other people think about you? Who cares Luke. You are a fine just do what you do best. Things will come to you but in that same breath you have to take them yourself sometimes. When that bell rings against NEON you need to win. You need to put the pressure on and never stop until that bell rings. Zaylee gets up with a wink and leaves the room with Luke watching her leave. Luke Jackson: I know what it takes to win in this company. I have done it before, I have been a champion here and now things are changing here. He takes another deep breath as he slowly gets up. Luke Jackson: There is a draft coming up and I want to be drafted high but to do that I need to win. To do that I need to prove to the powers that be that I am a damn good wrestler and it starts against NEON. When I get my hand raised people will finally see I am not the kid that came into this company long ago but I'm rebuilt and I'm aggressive. When things change you have to adapt and that is what I will do. He winks as the camera fades to black. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:13:17 GMT -5
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 and a loud pop resonates among the audience! Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a hint of a smile crossing her face as she looks over the Fresno, California audience. The camera pans down a bit as Sadie unzips a black hooded jacket, revealing the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship around her waist. She makes her way past the camera and down the ramp, allowing us to see that the back of the jacket reads CAMP ENVI SADIE. Stephy Auger: I’m disgusted. Traitor! Sadie continues until she stands at the bottom of the ramp. With a glance toward either side of her, she makes her way up the steel steps and between the ropes to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… SADIE SANNN FRANCISCOOOO! Stephy Auger: SADIE “THE TRAITOR” SAN FRANCISCO! Kris Cruise: Sadie did battle with six other competitors in the ladder match at the sixth annual All-Star Showdown, including the former champion AMIRA-- Stephy Auger: ...who reclaims the Magnificent AMIRA Legacy Championship tonight! Kris Cruise: And her own former tag team partner, Neon. At the climax of the match, Sadie would actually use a ladder bridge created by Julian Tijerina to incapacitate Neon and climb to the top to claim victory for herself. Let’s take a look. Stephy Auger: NO! Our cameras return to real-time in the ring where Sadie’s music has faded and she looks toward the Tron with the same small smile on her face. She finally brings a microphone to her lips and sighs a little. Sadie San Francisco: So. Uh. I lost my team… There is a mixed reaction as Sadie says this… but she reaches down, raising the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship high above her head. Sadie San Francisco: ...but I did find this. This draws a loud pop from the audience and Sadie nods a bit, lowering the championship belt, placing it over her left shoulder as she continues. Sadie San Francisco: And if I can be honest about something here, it’s been a long-- NEON’s music hits the PA system and the arena is filled with a wave of boos so loud that it almost drowns it. She glides into the arena mic in hand, her usual arrogant conduct evident from the sinister smile and insolent strut. She surveys the fans before fixing her gaze on the ring where Sadie stands awaiting her arrival. Kris Cruise: Well, NEON is scheduled to compete here soon, but this can’t be-- Stephy Auger: SHUSH, Cruise, you imbecile, she’s raising the mic! A near-deafening chorus of boos resonates as NEON’s music fades before she can even speak into the microphone! Sadie watches her from narrowed eyes in the ring, and after a few seconds, NEON finally speaks. NEON: You know Sadie, what you did to me, it really hurt me. . . to think someone I thought so highly of could do something like that to me, to Camp Envi, to our friendship… NEON feigns a fake tear and wipes it from her eye before letting out a single dramatic laugh and raising a single finger, waving it towards the audience to motion them to what she had to say next. NEON: ...but then I spent all that time at home licking my wounds and thought that I’d let that little snake enjoy her cheap little win. Give her the satisfaction because you were a grass snake who took advantage of a king cobra at her most vulnerable. NEON twirls the microphone in arrogant fashion as the boos strengthen with a smug smile, licking her lips and darting her eyes in Sadie’s direction before raising it to her mouth again. NEON: And I thought of all the things you really really lost. You lost your dignity. You lost your reinforcement. You lost your backbone… She lists each lifting a finger for each example before her smug smile disappears and a glassy stare is painted on to replace it. Her demeanour changes and her voice becomes raised while the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion tenses and glares back at her. NEON: ...and you lost the last excuse that withheld the Queen of Mean from beating your body so badly, it became all kinds of colours of the rainbow. The boos reach thunderous levels again and Sadie continues to stare at her from the ring, finally taking a single step forward, readjusting the title on her shoulder while she scratches her chin a bit, considering her next words. Sadie San Francisco: To be honest, Ne, I don’t… I don’t know if I ever thought about it like that. It makes sense, I guess. Like… with everything going on… with all these big cliques running around, with all these dynamic duos lurking in the wings, it was probably a bad time to burn bridges and go solo. That’s definitely a realization. There are some disappointed murmurs from the crowd. Sadie exhales, looking truly concerned for a moment as she looks down. However, just as quickly, she shrugs, giving NEON a look of mild amusement. Sadie San Francisco: But I mean, if you really wanna beat me ‘allllll colors of the rainbow’ or whatever, come do it. This earns a loud pop from the audience and Sadie takes the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship belt off of her shoulder and into her hand, stepping back into the middle of the ring with arms spread, inviting NEON inside. Kris Cruise: Here’s NEON’s chance for redemption! Stephy Auger: This isn’t fair! NEON has a match in a few minutes! NEON laughs in response and starts edging her way towards the ring slowly, antagonising the fans and Sadie alike shouting ‘is that what you want?.’ She pauses at the bottom of the ramp, looking up at Sadie preparing to speak again. NEON: Looks like you lost your mind too. She lifts her finger as if to prompt Sadie to be patient. NEON: ...but I don’t make the same mistake twice. I’ll slide right into that ring and you’ll attack me straight away because you’re spineless. If we’re gonna do this we are gonna do this my way, on my terms because you’ve awakened my senses. That very thing that you and Evan tried to quench within me has returned. NEON purses her lips and intensifies her stare, though Sadie shakes her head a bit, clearly annoyed with the conversation. NEON: You wanted the full NEON experience. You’re going to get it.”BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sadie rolls her eyes. Sadie San Francisco: And what is that, exactly? Because the only NEON I’ve experienced over the past five months is you bitching and projecting and blaming everybody-- ANYBODY else for you being a shell of what we thought you were when you came in-- mainly me. So whatever this experience is, Ne, I doubt you can keep it up. I doubt you can make it as far as you have without Camp Envi. Maybe it wasn’t me that needed the backup. Maybe it wasn’t me that needed the support. Sadie looks down at the championship again and then back at NEON. Sadie San Francisco: Seconds after I dumped your ass I was the best I’ve ever been in my entire career. The audience roars at this proclamation but Sadie’s eyes drift back toward NEON and she steps forward again. Sadie San Francisco: But who am I to say it’s not the same for you, right? Maybe I really was holding you back and this is your chance to show the world how much. So… Sadie, again, gestures for NEON to enter the ring. NEON looks taken aback and her eyes widen before she laughs and points at Sadie. NEON: Who do you think you are? Stop with the delusions of grandeur. Your accomplishments were handed to you because you’re right. I was a shell. I mixed business with pleasure and you continually fucked up my opportunities and I let you do it. NEON and Sadie exchange some unheard words away from the mic, though the boos of the audience drown out what even the nearby cameras can pick up. NEON: All it took was a few stern words and an opportunity for you to show how pussy you really are and you took it. That’s why you are where you are. Now it’s my turn. I’m here after years and a long hiatus, still one of the most controversial figures in this industry. That’s what being best really is about. NEON crescendos her voice placing emphasis on the last sentence before shaking her head, the sly smile never fading from her face. NEON: And now I can be at my best all I like. No more distractions. Only the itch to put you back where I was always telling you that you belong. Below me. NEON throws the mic into the ring aiming for Sadie before walking backwards fixated on her rival with her arms outstretched. The boos continue to flood in and NEON toys with the audience, but stops at the top of the ramp, motioning for somebody. Seconds later, two referees along with a security guard make their way to the ramp, motioning for Sadie San Francisco. NEON’s music hits the PA again and Sadie shakes her head again, stepping out of the ring before the second ref and guard have to approach it. Stephy Auger: Yeah, get her out of here! Kris Cruise: Sadie defends her newly won championship later tonight against AMIRA but in a few moments, NEON is set to take on Luke Jackson in singles’ competition! Sadie makes her way up the ramp, shooting a glare at NEON as she passes by. NEON cackles, but makes her way down toward the ring as Sadie disappears into the back. Kris Cruise: Jackson and NEON, coming up next! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:15:42 GMT -5
We return from commercial to see Luke Jackson making his way down the ramp to “Lose Yourself” while he slaps the outstretched hands of fans. He finally turns his attention away from the masses as he nears the ring, looking up while NEON stands inside, glaring down at him. Jackson reaches behind his head for the bill of his Oakland A’s hat and pulls it off, placing it on the head of a young fan at ringside who grins at him. Jackson turns and slides into the ring, rising to his feet in front of NEON as Aldridge makes the introductions. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, from Oakland, California, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds… “The Kid” LUUUUKE JACKSON! There is a massive roar for Jackson, who pulls off his black wifebeater, tossing it to the floor as he looks back at NEON, who’d been in the ring for some time. Jackson’s music fades. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Milan, Italy, she is “The Queen of Mean” …NEEEOOONNN! ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Stephy Auger: I hope our technical staff mutes these jerks! Kris Cruise: It’ll be interesting to see if NEON is a hundred percent after the ladder match a few weeks back, considering how she was taken out of the equation… but she’s not getting any sympathy from these fans. The bell sounds and Jackson motions for a lockup. NEON rolls her eyes at him, keeping a hand on the ropes as she studies him. Jackson gets in the readied position in the center of the ring and NEON finally nods, moving forward, raising her arms to engage in the lockup-- and hoots a kick to his midsection instead! But Luke catches the foot, shaking his head at NEON! She glares at him and goes for a hard, closed right fist but Jackson ducks and spins her around, nailing her with an Atomic Drop! He shoots the ropes as NEON groans and turns around-- right into a running Hurricanrana from Jackson! NEON is thrown across the ring from the impact, staggering to her feet in the corner! Jackson rises to his feet and rushes forward, smashing her into the corner with a Clothesline! He goes to Irish Whip her into the other corner but NEON tries to reverse! Jackson puts the brakes on it and sends her back into the corner! He pivots and goes to rush her again-- but NEON rushes out of the corner and nails a Big Boot, the shot resonating through the arena! Kris Cruise: Sickening boot to the face by the Queen of Mean! Stephy Auger: Hahaha, Jackson might’ve just swallowed a tooth! Jackson is groggy, but NEON follows up with a high Dropkick, catching him in the temple! Both Grapplers reach their feet and NEON screams out as she nails a stiff forearm to the jaw! Jackson reels and NEON screams out, nailing a second, and a third which finally floors him! NEON rushes the ropes and rebounds, hitting the rising Jackson with Scissors Kick to the back of his neck as he sands up. She forces him onto his back and sits atop him, hooking the left leg as the ref makes the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . Kickout!Kris Cruise: Lights Out by NEON but it wasn’t quite enough to keep Jackson down. Stephy Auger: This is it, Cruise! We really ARE getting the Full NEON Experience! Luke pulls himself up in the corner and NEON rushes him, hitting stiff forearms to the neck and jaw, connecting flush with each one! The referee angrily warns NEON, administering a five count! Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! NEON relents, backing away to the center of the ring as the ref checks on Jackson. NEON backs to the complete opposite corner and then sprints back at Jackson-- but Jackson leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a sudden Missile Dropkick to the oncoming NEON! NEON’s eyes widen and she clutches her mouth, rolling out of the ring to the apron. Jackson catches his breath and pulls himself up to his feet. He approaches the ropes and NEON goes for a right hand, but Jackson blocks it and nails a Clothesline that sends NEON onto her back on the apron again! Jackson steps to the ropes and reaches over, pulling NEON up… and delivering a Snap Suplex, bringing her into the ring! Kris Cruise: Oh--! Jackson rolls to his feet and nails a Standing Moonsault, crushing NEON beneath him to a roar from the crowd! He hooks both legs! Kris Cruise: Jackson’s first pin attempt of the matchup here! Ref’s in position! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH--! Stephy Auger: You need to do more than that to beat the Queen of Mean! Jackson hits a Russian Leg Sweep on the rising NEON before rolling out to the apron and quickly climbing up to the top rope. NEON pulls herself up, back turned to Jackson, and he sails from the top, driving her to the mat with a Bulldog! The audience pops for the maneuver and Jackson scrambles for another cover, but NEON latches onto the bottom rope, hair covering her face as she groans in pain. Jackson backs away at the ref’s urging and NEON rolls to the outside, dropping to her knees to a chorus of boos from Fresno. Stephy Auger: Really?! BOOING this woman for using her brain and taking a breather? Kris Cruise: Luke Jackson seems to have mixed feelings on the subject as well! Look! Jackson ascends to the top turnbuckle, looking to possibly hit a Moonsault to NEON on the outside-- but NEON leaps up onto the apron and frantically shakes the top rope to boos from the audience! Jackson loses his grip, straddled on the top turnbuckle. NEON grins, admiring her handiwork… before she scowls, rushing across the apron and leaping up, nailing a Front Dropkick! NEON hits the apron hard but Jackson sails from the top rope, smashing into bottom corner of the barricade before going still. NEON flips her hair behind her head and steps into the ring, gazing down at Jackson. The referee begins to administer the ten count. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”Jackson begins to stir on the outside and NEON begins shaking her head. She rolls to the outside. Kris Cruise: And NEON’s looking to do more damage instead of opting for the countout victory! Stephy Auger: It’s gonna be a long evening for Luke! NEON stomps furiously at Luke Jackson to boos from the audience! After nearly a dozen stomps right to the heart, NEON forces Jackson up with all of her strength, rolling him into the ring beneath the bottom rope, but allowing his head to hang over the edge of the apron. NEON rolls into the ring to break the count before rolling back out-- and using the ring skirt to choke and smother Jackson! She cackles and the referee again warns her off, threatening a DQ! NEON delivers a solid elbow to the crown of Jackson for good measure before shoving him away from the ropes while she slides into the ring, hooking both legs! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRRRR--! Jackson throws the shoulder up, but NEON is relentless, grabbing him by the sides of his head, slamming it against the canvas, screaming for him to ”STAY DOWN!” Kris Cruise: Good Lord… Boos continue to rain down on the Queen of Mean. She pulls Jackson up to his knees and hooks him for a DDT-- but Jackson shoves her away! NEON rushes him, going for a Big Boot, but Jackson ducks out of the way! NEON staggers past him and Jackson goes for a Schoolboy… but NEON rolls through, up to her feet! She goes for another Scissors Kick as Jackson begins to rise-- Kris Cruise: Lights Out-- no! Jackson swivels out of the way and stands upright, avoiding it. He grabs NEON from behind and nails a Reverse DDT! NEON clutches her head, crying out in pain. She reaches her knees but Jackson is already on the move, shooting the ropes. He nails the Drive-By Kick, turning NEON inside-out as she corkscrews to the mat! Stephy Auger: NOOOO! Kris Cruise: Oakland Drive-By! Cover by Luke Jackson! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! NEON barely moves her shoulder off of the canvas! Jackson sits upright, confirming the count with the referee as NEON rolls onto her stomach. Jackson sighs, wiping sweat out of his eyes. NEON moves to the corner, using the turnbuckles to pull herself up. Jackson approaches her from behind-- but NEON suddenly reaches out and yanks the front of his tights, sending Jackson stumbling, falling, jaw-first into the middle turnbuckle! The audience groans as Jackson clutches his face in pain, settling into a seated position in the corner while NEON rises upright. She backs to the far side of the ring before sprinting forward and diving, nailing a Cross Body to the seated, cornered Luke Jackson! Jackson cries out in pain and NEON roll to her feet, shooting the ropes! Stephy Auger: One more time! One more time! NEON rebounds and nails a second Cross Body, sandwiching Jackson! She yanks him by his hair away from the ropes and makes the cover, grinding a forearm across his face. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR-! Jackson kicks out but NEON angrily slams his head into the canvas again, three times before hooking the near leg, covering him again. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH-! Kris Cruise: The Queen of Mean is beside herself! Stephy Auger: Don’t let it get away from you, Ne! NEON screams into the face of the referee as she rises to her feet-- but she catches herself, taking a deep breath. She whips her head back toward Jackson as he pushes himself up. NEON stuns him with a right hand to the jaw and pulls him forward, hooking him for a Fisherman’s Suplex! Kris Cruise: Jackson’s fighting back! Luke Jackson hits a forearm to NEON, forcing her off of him. She strikes back with a slap to the face, earning a ”WOOOOOOOOO!” from the crowd. Jackson is staggered-- but rushes back and nails a Superman Punch out of nowhere! NEON rolls head-over-heels from the shot, rising back up to her feet! Jackson rushes her and NEON tries to catch him with a boot but Jackson stops in his tracks! He grabs her leg, tripping her up and turns NEON over into a Boston Crab! NEON’s eyes widen and she screams in pain as Jackson sits down in the hold! Kris Cruise: Boston Crab! Locked in! NEON pushes herself up on her palms and begins to crawl for the ropes. She reaches out, extending her fingertips… but Jackson walks back to the center of the ring to a roar from the crowd, dragging NEON away! The Queen of Mean grabs at her own hair, eyes watering in pain. Chants of ”TAP!” echo throughout the arena. Stephy Auger: Hold on! Kris Cruise: She may not be able to! NEON digs her elbows into the canvas and crawls, redfaced. She reaches out for the ropes… and groans resonate through the arena as she grabs the bottom. Jackson releases once the ref taps his back. He sighs, falling to his knees in exhaustion, running a hand through his hair. He turns and makes his way toward NEON, but from her back, she kicks at him! Jackson catches one of her attempts and pulls her forward to the delight of the crowd, looking for another Boston Crab, but NEON pulls both knees forward and shoves him away! Stephy Auger: I think Jackson was going for it again but she escaped! Jackson rushes in as NEON reaches her feet, but she blasts him with a Discus Forearm! The sound echoes through the arena and Jackson stumbles back, falling to his knees! NEON blasts him with a shoot kick under the jaw, taking him to his back! NEON dives into the cover, leaning in deep, hooking both legs! Kris Cruise: Two sickening shots! This has to do it! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! Stephy Auger: HOW?! The audience roars as Jackson throws his shoulder up off the mat. NEON throws her head back, screaming in anger. We cut to the backstage area for just a moment where we see Sadie San Francisco back in her dressing room, watching the match with an expression lingering between amusement and annoyance. Just as quickly, we return to the ring where NEON pulls Jackson up to a seated position, only to rear back and deliver a thunderous slap to his eardrum. Jackson falls to his side, breathing heavily. Again, he uses one arm to shove NEON away as she comes near. NEON shakes her head, muttering something that the cameras can’t pick up. She rushes forward, driving a knee into his temple. The groggy Jackson falls to the mat, but pushes himself back up. Kris Cruise: That might be all she wrote for Luke Jackson… those shots earlier took him out of his game entirely. Stephy Auger: Finish him, Ne! NEON scowls at Jackson as he reaches his knees. She rushes forward and hits another running knee lift, sending him back to the mat! NEON screams for Jackson to get up again! Glassy-eyed, Jackson pushes himself up to his feet. NEON pivots and shoots the ropes, rebounding at him at full-speed… ...and Jackson catches her with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, slamming her to the canvas! He hooks the far leg and the ref counts! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! NEON throws the shoulder up to a groan from the audience! She crawls away from Jackson, who reaches out, grabbing her ankle! Jackson stands upright and turns her over, immediately, looking for the Single Leg Crab! NEON manages to roll through immediately, however, squirming onto her back! She grabs Jackson’s ankle and violently twists it! The ref checks on Jackson as he collapses to the mat, falling to his knees! NEON rises up to her feet, twisting Jackson’s ankle again! He cries out and NEON grabs his other leg, trying to secure the Reverse Cloverleaf! Kris Cruise: I understand desperation, but the ref has to interject here! NEON was actively trying to snap the ankle of Jackson! Stephy Auger: When?! I didn’t see it! All I saw was this good wrestling! And maybe Jackson should wear some shoes if it’s such a concern! Jackson fights, trying to throw shots back to NEON behind him, but she locks in the Reverse Cloverleaf, contorting Jackson’s body against him! She tries her best to pull his left foot all the way down to the back of his neck! Kris Cruise: Look at how Jackson is contorted! Jackson’s body turns an odd mix of colors as he struggles in the move for upwards of fifteen seconds! Both Grapplers look as if they can barely hang on-- but Jackson lightly taps against the canvas to a chorus of boos from Fresno. NEON releases the hold and collapses against the mat in exhaustion while the ref signals for the bell. Stephy Auger: That, Kris, was the Element of Pain! “Lik Down” hits the PA system as the bell sounds. NEON laughs as she lies on the canvas, allowing the ref to pull her up to a seated position. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… NEEEEOOONNNN! The audience boos loudly for the announcement. NEON finally reaches her feet, allowing the ref to raise her arm for a moment before jerking her arm away from him, giving him a glare. She hobbles to the turnbuckles, grinning in spite of the pain, ascending to the second as she extends her arms out to the audience, screaming right back out into the booing masses. Stephy Auger: That, Cruise, is the Full NEON Experience! And it’s only just beginning! Kris Cruise: Take nothing away from Jackson who looked like he had this in the bag at a few different occasions. I don’t agree with the referee’s leniency at the end there with NEON’s attacks on Jackson’s exposed ankle, but I suppose it’s not up to me. NEON earned an impressive victory here tonight. Jackson sits on the apron, shaking his head a bit even as the nearby fans try to encourage him. We pan back to NEON as she continues to mock the masses inside the ring and we fade to black. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:22:47 GMT -5
Spencer Burke is standing backstage at the Save Mart Center's interview area that FGA has set up for this airing of Vertigo. Doing his best to keep an air of professionalism, straight posture, stiff upper lip, etc. he raises the mic to his lips.
Spencer Burke: All Star Showdown was truly an event that lived up to its name, as stars were featured and stars were born. One individual who fits into the latter category would be Sadie San Francisco, who won a brutal ladder match on Night One and finally split off from NEON in capturing the FGA Mid-Atlantic Championship. However, not everybody is happy about these developments. One such person is my guest at this time, th--
He is not able to finish his sentence as a dainty hand snakes into view, attempting to grab the mic away. The cameras pan out to reveal the former MAL Champion AMIRA, battling for the mic as Burke does his best to uphold the number one rule of conducting an interview-- never surrender your mic. Finally, he lets out a cry of pain and recoils as the platinum blonde bites his hand to force him to relinquish the microphone. Taking a deep breath, she tries to compose herself and takes a step forward.
AMIRA: Spencah Burke! Allow the professionals to handle it from here, Spencah Burke!
She brushes a few stray hairs aside.
AMIRA: Tonight on Verteego, I reclaim what was stolen from me! What now lies in the filthy Armenian paws of Sadie San Franheesco! Not because she pinned AMIRA in a match, not because she forced AMIRA to submit.
A finger waggle follows.
AMIRA: By climbing a ladder and thusly drowning the Frontier in a sea of Mid-Atlantic mediocrity once again! The fact of the matter is--not that this is surprising, since people are threatened by the rare sight of a woman who is actually capable and powerful-- but the fact of the matter is that my status as Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion was unlawfully stolen from me! Dangled above the ring like some common circus prize to be contested for! And literally the only reason I am forced to reclaim and restore the glory of what is rightfully mine is because of the transgressions of one troglodyte! One bedraggled street doxy! I speak of course, not of the pretender who seeks to bring ruination to all that I have accomplished, but of --
Her eyes narrow.
AMIRA: -- WELSHIE.
A shake of the head.
AMIRA: This is not even about her and I falling through a table after she blocked my path. No, AMIRA is beyond such pettiness, because there are much larger issues afoot here. The fact of the matter is that Ms. San Franheesco would not have even been in this match if not for her! There would not have been a ladder match if not for her!
She tries to calm herself down and feign some semblance of rationality.
AMIRA: Some may say, that situation only came about because I attacked several participants in a match. But I neeeeevah would have had to so, to stake my claim, to send a message to keep their eyes off my Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship, if it were not for the thievery perpetrated by WELSHIE! Which is why after I take back my rightful status tonight, I will put in border security to make sure that the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship-- whichever brand it ends up on, is a Welsh free zone! For the sake of progr--
Stopping herself mid-rant, AMIRA blinks and a blank stare crosses her face. Another change of camera angle reveals the sight that has gained her attention -- Lowri Moss! Lowri stares silently at AMIRA for a few seconds, before addressing her.
Lowri Moss: Do you think you’re the only one that’s dissatisfied with what happened at All-Star Showdown? Do you think you’re the only one that was unhappy to not leave Los Angeles with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in their possession?
Lowri shakes her head. She then takes a few steps towards AMIRA.
Lowri Moss: I thought I was going to have a breakout moment three weeks ago - I thought that I was going to win the first title of my career. For several days after All-Star Showdown, I was quite dejected about what happened, but unlike you, AMIRA, I’m not going to stand here now and make excuses for my failure to win the ladder match.
AMIRA, who had been dressing down some stagehands about how this was supposed to be a Welsh-free zone, now seems to have her focus solely back on Lowri again.
Lowri Moss: You and Stephy Auger can call me a thief all you want - as tiresome and inaccurate as that is - but you won’t be seeing the last of me anytime soon. One setback isn’t enough to send me through the FGA exit and back to Wales permanently, with my tail between my legs - whatever brand I end up on following the draft, I’ll still be here in FGA. Because, while I may not have any excuses to offer about what happened at All-Star Showdown, what I do have is a renewed determination to make sure that the next time I get a shot at the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, I don’t let the opportunity slip through my grasp again.
The former MAL Champion had a scowl on her face during that last proclamation by Lowri, also making a shooing motion going ‘git, git’ when she mentioned not heading back to Wales.
Lowri Moss: You know what though, AMIRA? I actually hope that you win tonight. And not because I have anything against Sadie, but because when I…
Lowri pauses to correct herself, not wanting to appear too brash.
Lowri Moss: If I win the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at some point, winning the title by defeating you would give me so much more pleasure than I would get from beating anyone else to win it. So good luck for tonight, AMIRA - I genuinely hope that you’re victorious.
AMIRA raises an index finger, then the mic back to her lips. She starts to say something, then seemingly decides against it and overwhelmed with frustration as her face reddens, throws the microphone to the ground while storming off, leaving the camera focused on a determined looking Lowri Moss.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:24:50 GMT -5
The show cuts to another area backstage where we see James Edwards getting in some last-minute stretching in an inconspicuous location away from most FGA personnel. That is, at least, until he’s interrupted by the devilish presence of Thy Kingdom Come, led by their fearless leader, the self-proclaimed “Franchise” Ricky Valero. Edwards pulls his leg from the top of a pallet stacked with materials and stands firm with an agitated look on his face. James Edwards: Yeah? Valero steps up to Edwards at an unnecessarily close distance and cocks a crooked grin. Ricky Valero: Don’t I know you from somewhere? Valero paces slowly, making a circle around Edwards while Tully Barnes and Nate Bristow keep their eyes locked on “The Burning Heart.” Suddenly, just as Edwards is ready to respond, Valero stops on a dime and turns back toward him with a finger in the air. Ricky Valero: That’s right… He returns to his spot in front of Bristow & Barnes and nudges his two brothers with a childish laugh. Ricky Valero: You’re that guy who just can’t seem to win the big match here in FGA! Again, Edwards goes to jump in, but he’s cut off once more by Valero. Ricky Valero: ...Just like you couldn’t win the big match over in NKP. All three members of Thy Kingdom Come find this to be quite humorous. Ricky Valero: Tell me, junior. What’s a dud like you doing in FGA?! Valero steps to Edwards once more, this time standing nose to nose with the young competitor. Bristow slides himself between the two men with his hand mockingly holding Valero back on his shoulder. Nate Bristow: Come on now, Ricky. Every company needs a doormat to make the rest of the roster look good. Isn’t that right, James? Bristow and Valero both crack smirks while Valero happily throws his hands up in the air and takes a step back. Valero’s caution, even if done in the name of mockery, is smart. Edwards squeezes his fists tight enough that his knuckles turn white. James Edwards: Y’all don’t put much count into warnings, do you? Valero and his posse all shake their heads in a manner that suggests that could care less about James’ request. James Edwards: That’s what I thought. Aight’ then, if you don’t pay attention to that then you ain’t worth fooling with. I’m not gonna soil my hands with the blood of you clowns. Edwards goes to leave, only to find his path blocked by the trio, who are now forming a tight triangle around him. James Edwards: You don’t get it, do you, Ricky? You ain’t worth fooling with. I know who you are too. You’re the guy who likes to run his mouth and hasn’t done jack sh*t to back it recently. Tapping out to Gonsalves at the last show and then getting punched in the face and losing your belt back in New Kingdom Pro; yeah, if I were in your situation, I wouldn’t be trying to start another fight you are eventually going to lose. Valero does his best to bottle down the outburst he’d like to have, instead he forces a smirk and a crooked look in Edwards’ direction. Ricky Valero: I’ve made a laughingstock out of far greater men than you, son. So I beckon you don’t push your luck. I’d hate to have to remind people just how undeserving you are of a spot here in FGA and send you running with your tail tucked between your legs wondering why you ever opened your mouth to Ricky Valero. Edwards goes nose to nose with Valero, to the shock of Barnes and Bristow. Even Ricky can barely hide his shock at how audacious the Burning Heart is being. Barnes and Bristow signal to their boss if they should jump James there and now. “Franchise” is still speechless, but he is able to rein in his shock with another cocky smirk quickly. Edwards doesn’t bat an eye. James' face is still, and hard stone and his voice takes on a guttural hiss with his accent becoming stronger. James Edwards: So you think you can send me packin’? Why don’t you try right now? Valero motions for his goons to flank his back. Being the leader of the pack restores Valero’s swagger. He shakes his head at James and slowly backs away, golf clapping sarcastically. The nuclear hatred emanating from Edwards is enough to get the camera operator to back away as well. [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:29:26 GMT -5
Back at ringside at the commentator's desk, Kris Cruise holds a microphone to moderate a live cross interview between Daniel Widdel and Stunray. The tron shows a split screen of both of them sitting in chairs in separate locations in the backstage area. Kris holds the microphone to his mouth.
Kris Cruise: Stunray, Daniel - I’d like to first of all thank both of you for your time.
Stunray: Thank you for having me here for this interview. I have quite a bit to say about the past few weeks. The first point I want to make is that no matter what anyone wants to say on social media, I won the match. There are a lot of haters and trolls who have been plaguing me with hateful and rude comments online and it’s absolutely not fair. I won the fight at the All Star Showdown.
Kris Cruise: Isn’t that kind of deceptive?
Stunray: Excuse me, no. No, it’s not deceptive. Whose name was called out as the winner at the end of the match?
Kris Cruise: Well technically you, but...
Cruise begins to clarify the question but is cut off.
Stunray: That’s right, technically me. I won the match. My name was called. I beat Daniel Widdel at the All Star Showdown and no one can take that from me. I am a better wrestler than Daniel Widdel. I’m a better fighter than Daniel Widdel. And I’m DEFINITELY a better person than Daniel Widdel. I am exactly who I said I am and not only am I exactly who I said I am - Daniel is exactly who I said he is as well. Look at me! I’m not a cheat. I don’t lie and steal my way to victories and success. Daniel’s actions and behavior during our match prove that everything I have said about him is factual.
Daniel Widdel: I should’ve hit you harder on the head.
Daniel muttered, crossing his arms unimpressed by Stunray’s spiel.
Daniel Widdel: Are you kidding me right now? That’s all you got from our match is that you won by a technicality? You’re deluded more than anything. You’re lucky you managed to escaped because you deserved everything you had coming at All Star Showdown. How DARE you even look and touch Delta like that after everything YOU put her through. You’re an abuser, and you almost took her life away. You’re a sick human being and you’re lucky we are in separate rooms right now.
Kris Cruise: A visibly distraught Delta gave her thoughts of the events on Night 2 of Showdown in the Sun. What was your reaction?
Daniel Widdel: My reaction? I’m disheartened she had to witness it. I’m disheartened that she has to relive the chapter of her life she never wanted to open again. I’m disheartened she was a foot away from this parasite. It just makes me sick to my f**king stomach. I’m sorry Delta you had to go through this and watch how it unfolded.
Stunray immediately replies.
Stunray: Oh you’re sick to your stomach? You know what makes me sick to my stomach? That people look up to you as some sort of hero. People look up to you as a good person. It really is sad because I know the real Daniel Widdel. I know you for the conniving, sociopathic person that you are.
Stunray points his finger straight towards the camera as if he’s pointing it straight into Daniel’s chest.
Stunray: The fact of the matter is, I won the match. I beat you at the All Star Showdown and I think that proves everything that anyone needs to know. I know it, the crowd knows it and Delta Madison knows it.
Daniel starts to reply but Stunray cuts him off.
Stunray: Speaking of Delta Madison, I just want to say something real quick.
Stunray clears his throat and smiles into the camera.
Stunray: Delta, it was absolutely amazing to see you at the pay per view. You looked stunning, as always.
Daniel rolls his eyes and mutters “Oh Jesus Christ” underneath his breath. Stunray continues over the top of him.
Stunray: I just wanted to let you know that I’m very interested in sitting down, maybe having some coffee and just catching up. It’s just been so long and I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to, what’s been happening in your life...If you’re interested in coming to Vertigo and meeting with me face to face...
Daniel cuts him off.
Daniel Widdel: There’s a reason why she hasn’t given you the time. You’ve been pestering her for months on end to talk and guess what she does NOT want to talk to you. It goes to show you only care about yourself rather that what she wants.
Kris Cruise: Well I was planning on asking you both if this issue is put to rest but I believe that I have the answer from this interview. Let me go in a different way, what is next for Stunray and what is next for Daniel Widdel?
Stunray jumps on the question.
Stunray: Personally, I plan on doing my best to right any wrongs that may have happened with Delta Madison. Professionally? The sky's the limit here in FGA. I plan on conquering this company just like I have with all of the others.
Daniel laughs out loud which annoys Stunray.
Stunray: I’m sorry. Is that funny to you?
Daniel nods.
Daniel Widdel: Yeah, it is funny to me. Hilarious, actually.
Stunray: Well you know what’s hilarious to me? What’s HILARIOUS to me is that you march around all high and mighty like the morality police when your past speaks for yourself. You’re a hypocrite and a loser. And don’t even get me started on that whore of a wife of yours.
Daniel gets angry.
Daniel Widdel: Don’t you dare talk about my wife like that. And by the way, least I never beat my wife up like you did with Delta.
Stunray: You shut the hell up. I never laid a finger on her.
Daniel Widdel: Oh, I guess all those bruises she had were from bumping into a door knob?
Stunray: You are such a liar. You always have been. You lie to all of these people, you lie to yourself and obviously you have no problems lying to your own wife. Why don’t you tell everyone how you lied to Amiee in 2004?
Daniel Widdel: What are you even talking about? What have I lied about? Because my relationship with Amiee is an open book. Are you trying to imply about my 13 year old daughter Audrey? Amiee and I were split up at the time and she knows who my daughter is. You have no inside scoop here. I’ve always been honest with my past. I’ve never lead people to believe I’m some perfect human being like you’re doing. Maybe you should learn a thing or two on how to become an honest human being.
Stunray: Oh my god you’re such a piece of trash...
Kris Cruise interjects.
Kris Cruise: Let me ask you guys one more thing.
Stunray: Actually, no.
Stunray stands up and pulls the microphone from his shirt and drops it to the ground. He is heard saying “I’m done with this crap” in the background as he walks away from the scene. Daniel mocks him while he gets up to leave.
Daniel Widdel: Of course he doesn’t have a rebuttal because that’s what he does - lies to gather the sympathy. Yeah, Stunray be the coward you are. This is far from over.
Kris Cruise: Stunray, Daniel, thank you for your time today.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:30:56 GMT -5
Julian Tijerina vs. John Blade “My Time is Now” hits the speakers as John Blade makes his way out to the stage. He heads over and talks to the cameraman as he bounces around a little. He then turns and acknowledges the red hot New Zealand crowd, who are chanting “Big John Match” to the tune of his entrance music… Crowd: BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAAATCH!!! BIG JOOOOOHN MAAAAAAAATCH!!! Blade holds up his “NEVER GIVE UP!” logo flag before tossing it to the fans. Blade turns and salutes the fans before running down towards the ring. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 251 pounds… JOOOOOHN BLAAAAAADE!!! Blade slides into the ring and begins running from rope to rope before throwing up a hand gesture to the crowd. Blade takes off his baseball cap and tosses it to one section of the crowd before removing his shirt and tossing it over into another section of the crowd. He then removes his chain from around his neck and hands it over to the ref. Kris Cruise: Big John Match is making his return to an FGA ring. Of course, he’s got a tough task in the form of Julian Tijerina. Stephy Auger: How is this guy still employed again? Please, someone tell me. The lights go out. A few seconds later, a creepy female voice tells everyone "open your mind" before glass breaks and "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from extremadura, Spain! Weighing in at 220 pounds! He is “The Shooting Star Supreme” JUUUULIAAAAN TIJERRRRRIIIIINAAAA!!! Out comes Julian Tijerina, bathed in varying shades of purple, with the hood of his sleeveless jacket drawn over his head. Julian bobs his head to his theme music as he takes to the middle of the stage. He feigns going down on one knee before immediately popping his head out of his hood, the lights coming back on as he does so, swallowing the purple spotlights out of sight. Grinning, Julian stretches both arms to either side of his body before firing a finger gun aimed at the ring. He then makes his way to the ring, keeping his eyes on the squared circle while occasionally high-fiving fans, without even looking them in the eye, along the way. Julian stops right outside the ring, breathes deeply while shaking his hands on his sides, and then without warning jumps up on the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stretches both his arms to either side once more. Afterwards, he leaps forward into the ring and rolls through, taking a seat on the balls of his feet against the opposite corner. Julian stays seated against the corner for a few seconds more before popping back to his feet. He stretches with the nearest ropes' help and waits for the match to officially begin. Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina was unsuccessful in his attempt at capturing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. But he did put Blake Rogers in his rearview, once and for all. Stephy Auger: Yeah yeah yeah, that’s all well and good. I want to talk about his little run in with Brian Stryker backstage. What was that all about? The bell sounds as Blade and Tijerina lock up. Tijerina quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock before performing a standing switch and transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. But the hold doesn’t stay on for long as Blade takes his free arm and nails him with an elbow to the face. While Tijerina shakes off the blow, Blade takes off into the ropes. When Blade returns, he runs Tijerina over with a running shoulder block. He then runs into another set of ropes as Tijerina gets back to his feet. When Blade returns, he runs over Tijerina with another shoulder block. Blade then heads into a third set of ropes. When Blade returns,Tijerina turns over onto his stomach. So Blade hops over him before heading into the ropes. When Blade returns, Tijerina pushes himself up to his feet and knocks him down with a dropkick. Blade gets back up, only to get taken down with a deep arm drag. Blade gets back up, only to get taken down by a wheelbarrow arm drag. After Blade returns to his feet, Tijerina delivers a tilt-a-whirl arm drag, sending Blade through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Big John Match just got taken to #ArmDragCity Stephy Auger: That’s a stupid hashtag. As Blade picks himself up off the floor, Tijerina runs over towards the corner, springboards onto the top turnbuckle and flips off, knocking Blade down with a corkscrew moonsault plancha to cheers and applause from the crowd. Kris Cruise: Tijerina takes it to the air and takes out Blade with that moonsault to the floor! After picking up Blade and rolling him back inside, Tijerina hops onto the apron and follows up with a slingshot leg drop. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade kicks out. Tijerina brings Blade into the corner and gives him three chops before going for an irish whip. But Blade reverses, sending Tijerina into the opposite corner. Blade then runs across the ring and goes for a running shoulder thrust. But Tijerina hoists himself up before countering with a corner sunset flip. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Blade takes Tijerina and goes for an irish whip. But Tijerina reverses, sending Blade into the far ropes. When Blade returns, Tijerina brings him down with a hurricanrana. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade kicks out. Tijerina picks up Blade and goes for a vertical suplex. But Blade blocks it before reversing into a vertical suplex of his own. Kris Cruise: Good reversal there by Big John Match. Let’s see if he cna build off of that... Stephy Auger: Why are we still calling him Big John Match? Shouldn’t it be Big Match John? Kris Cruise: Don’t question Big John Match. Blade picks up Tijerina and moves him into the corner before delivering a trio of shoulder thrusts to the midsection before stunning him with a European Uppercut. After leading Tijerina out of the corner by the wrist, Blade quickly knocks him down with a short-arm lariat. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tijerina kicks out. Kris Cruise: Look at this! Big John Match has got control of this contest! Blade picks up Tijerina and whips him into the far ropes. When Tijerina returns, Blade sets up for a back body drop. Tijerina sees it coming, so he counters with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Blade swings his arms wildly. Once Blade regains his balance, he reaches down, grabs Tijerina by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet before doubling him over with a boot to the midsection and planting him with a DDT. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tijerna gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall here for Big John Match! Tijerina’s in some trouble here. Stephy Auger: You think? Blade picks up Tijerina and throws him down with a scoop slam before heading into the corner. He then climbs up onto the middle ropes as he watches Tijerina get into position. When Tijerina turns over and tries to pick himself up off the mat, Blade leaps off and drives him down with a diving leg drop bulldog. The crowd cheers while Blade pushes Tijerina over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Tijerina gets his shoulder up. Blade picks up Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Blade throws out a back elbow. But Tijerina ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Blade throws out a clothesline. But again, Tijerina ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, the crowd gasps and cheers when Blade leans forward and scoops him up across his shoulders for the Blade Breaker. But Tijerina is able to nail him in the side of the three times with an elbow before slipping down from behind. Tijerina then goes for the Rain Shatter (wrist lock transitioning into a short-arm roundhouse kick). But Blade ducks the kick, lifts Tijerina up from behind and throws him down with a spin out powerbomb. While Tijerina is down, Blade returns to his feet, leans forward and gives Tijerina the “You Can’t See Me” taunt. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Blade returns, Tijerina kips up and catches him with a superkick. While Blade is dazed, Tijerina drops him down to a knee after a superkick to the leg. He then flattens Blade with the Kedavra Knee (Shining Wizard). He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blade gets his shoulder up. Tijerina picks up Blade and whips him into the corner. Tijerina then heads across the ring and connects with a corner dropsault, followed by a step up enzuigiri. He then hops through the ropes onto the apron and goes for La Guillotina. But Blade rolls out of the way. He then quickly hooks his arms around Tijerina’s legs, drags him into position and goes to catapult Tijerina into the corner. But Tijerina’s able to land safely on the middle ropes. As Blade turns over and gets back to his feet, Tijerina steps up onto the top turnbuckle before knocking him down with a moonsault. After bringing Blade back to his feet, Tijerina delivers a shoot kick to the left leg, then a shoot kick to the left side. Tijerina gives Blade the “finger gun” taunt before knocking him off his feet with a superkick. Tijerina brings Blade back to his feet before bringing him down with the Storm’s End (Shiranui). He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Senbonzakura” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JULIAN TIJERINA! The cheers continue as Tijerina gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Tijerina picks up the win. But it was a little closer than he expected. Stephy Auger: Julian Tijerina could very well have been on the opposite end of the biggest upset of the year. Thankfully for him, he got his stuff together and put this match away. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:43:32 GMT -5
Dom Harter: And just like that...
The show cuts backstage to where two members of The New Murder, Dom Harter and Fenrys, are standing in front of a white wall. Tattered and torn posters adorn the surface behind them, and both men are dressed in their ring attire, with matching leather jackets -- with Fenrys having already wrestled, and Dom being ready for the main event later tonight -- except that Fenrys has his bandana up over his mouth, whilst Dom's hangs down around his neck.
Dom Harter: ...my boy, Fenrys, showed you all what he's capable of inside that ring. He showed you all why I chose him to be a member of The New Murder! Why I plucked him from relative obscurity...
Fenrys nods his head enthusiastically as Dom continues.
Dom Harter: ...and to all of those who questioned who Fenrys was after All Star Showdown; to those who wondered what he can do; wondered why he deserved a spot in The New Murder -- there's your answer. But Jimmy Page and Bean Bands are just the beginning for my little wolf friend!
Dom slaps a hand down across Fenrys' shoulder, and the masked man pounds his chest with a closed fist as he goes to talk--
Fenrys: A--
--only to get interrupted!
Dom Harter: It's just the beginning for The New Murder. Because later tonight, we'll follow in his footsteps. We'll start off our time with another win -- this time over the newly crowned FGA World Tag Team Champions! Dan Herrera, Peaches, and Others!
Peaches: No wonder my ears were burning, bro...
She says as the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad walk onto the scene, with the belts hung over their shoulders. Dom gesticulates with a flourish, bowing slightly as he waves his hand.
Dom Harter: Bro, Broette...
Dan Herrera: We're not interrupting anything are we, bro?
Fenrys goes to speak, but Dom silences him with a hand gesture. The masked man shakes his head in dismay, his hands on his hips as Dom answers for him.
Dom Harter: I've always got time for my friends, especially when they're the tag champs.
Peaches: See, I told you he only liked us for our gold.
Dan Herrera: We have a long history of friendship. I didn't want to believe it, but...
They're joking, which may explain why Dom chuckles as he plays with the bandana around his neck.
Dan Herrera: I doubt we'll still be friends tonight when the bell rings. Which is fine, I've got a record in these clusterfu-- big tag matchs I plan to upswing tonight. The New Murder versus Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Maritza Diaz and Pedro Gonzales.
Peaches: Dom Harter, gettin' his friends together to attack Jimmy Page on the biggest stage of the year. An' I ain't gonna lie, bro, we're disappointed in you for taking that path...
Dom Harter: And for not getting asked to join?
Now it's Peaches and Dan's turn to laugh as Dom just shrugs his shoulders.
Dan Herrera: First off, you could never have convinced me to do to Jimmy Page what was done. No matter how much I hate him. You know I'd never sell my soul to get ahead in this business, bro. Best to never ask us to join and be told no.
Peaches: An' it means we only gotta disappoint him one time - an' that's after the main event is all said an' done, an' we're gettin' our arms raised in victory.
The champs pat the titles on their shoulders as Dom turns to Fenrys. The masked man is getting agitated, bouncing from foot to foot as he looks set to pounce on the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad.
Dom Harter: Calm, Fenrys. It's just harmless trash talk, because my bro and broette here, they don't yet realize they've got enemies all around them in that ring tonight.
Peaches and Dan exchange a curious glance.
Dom Harter: Yeah, yeah, you've got me and my crows standing across the ring from you. You've got The New Murder looking to make another impact. And you're probably as ready as you can be for us - you've probably prepared for us! But you've got Pedro and Maritza on your team, and after their win at All Star Showdown, don't you think they've got their eyes on those titles?
Harter taps both titles with a finger, just to drive the point home.
Dom Harter: Those pretty titles...they've made people better than Pedro and Maritza do crazy things, so I feel it fair to warn you: watch out for a knife in your back tonight. Or let me have my fun, and Pedro won't be a problem for you or anyone else for a long time to come.
Dan Herrera: We met this week, Bro. So I appreciate the warning, but as far as we're concerned it's a moot point. They'll do what's right tonight.
Peaches: We can trust 'em. Certainly more than we can trust one of our opponents later tonight, so see you in that ring, bro.
With that the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad walk away, leaving Dom and Fenrys behind for a moment.
Dom Harter: I know, Fenrys, those belts will be ours one day...
And the show cuts to elsewhere as The New Murder members walk away in the opposite direction to the tag champs.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:53:19 GMT -5
Brian Stryker vs. Hércules Cortez 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: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Bariloche, Argentina! Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is “The Legionary” HERRRRCULEEEESSSSS COOOOORRRRTEZZZZ!!! 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: Cortez is still steaming fuming from his loss to Susan Kent at All-Star Showdown. Stephy Auger: He had the match won. He had her right where he wanted her. But Cortez let the match slip away. With the mood that he’s in, I wouldn’t want to be is opponent here tonight. 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 STRYYYYYYYKERRRRR!!! 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: Brian Stryker’s another wrestler that came up short in that 7-Man Ladder Match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. But boy did he have some great moments. Stephy Auger: Yeah, I liked the part where he fell off the ladder and ended up crotched on the top rope. Kris Cruise: You would! The bell sounds as Stryker and Cortez start things off with a lockup. But Cortez is able to easily shove Stryker down to the mat. After rolling back to his feet, Stryker rushes back over towards Cortez. But Cortez braces himself and knocks Stryker down to the canvas with a shoulder block. He then goes to deliver a hard stomp to Stryker’s face. But Stryker wisely rolls out of the way. Stephy Auger: That’s right Stryker. Run straight at the man who towers over you and could probably bench press you with one hand. How did this guy in charge of a child again? Kris Cruise: Please, Stephy! Once Stryker returns to his feet, he circles the ring while The Legionary keeps his eyes locked on him. Stryker then heads over and locks up with him. After jockeying for position, Cortez hurls Stryker against the ropes. After bouncing off the ropes, Stryker drops down to the canvas. Cortez motions over to attack. But again, Stryker wisely rolls out of the way. Stephy Auger: You would think Stryker would be smart enough not to get into a test of strength against the man the size of Cortez! Stryker returns to his feet and slowly circles the ring. He then inches his way over towards Cortez and motions for a lock up. As Cortez looks to engage in the collar-and-elbow tie up, Stryker ducks under, goes behind Cortez and applies a waist lock. But Cortez reaches down, pulls Stryker’s arms from around his waist and reverses into an arm wrench. The boos continue when Cortez wrenches Stryker’s arm again. The ref asks Stryker if he wants to give up. When he refuses, Cortez tries to yank the arm from out of its socket. Stryker immediately drops down to a knee from the pain. As he tries to get back up to a vertical base, Cortez brings him back down to a knee after another yank to the arm. As Stryker tries to get back up, Cortez knocks him down to a knee after a clubbing strike across the back. The ref asks Stryker if he wants to give up. But again, Stryker refuses to quit. He then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with the First Stryker (arm twist/hook kick combo), sending Cortez stumbling back. Stryker turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, he executes a running hurricanrana, sending Cortez staggering over towards the ropes. Stryker gets back to his feet and runs into the ropes. When Stryker returns, he connects with a dropkick, knocking Cortez back closer towards the ropes. Stryker gets back to a vertical base and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, he connects with a leaping clothesline, sending them both over the top rope. But while Cortez lands on the floor, Stryker hangs from the top rope. He then “skins the cat,” pulling himself over the top rope and back into the ring. Kris Cruise: Stryker clears the ring. But look at Cortez! He’s getting right back up! Stryker hops through the ropes onto the apron once he sees Cortez rising on the outside. After springboarding onto the top rope, Stryker ropewalks along the rope, hops over onto the top turnbuckle, bounces off and goes for a diving crossbody to the outside. But the crowd gasps when Cortez catches him in mid air. Stephy Auger: Oh boy... Cortez runs across ringside before dropping Stryker with a snake eyes across the steel steps. Kris Cruise: Stryker’s face just bounced off those steel steps! The boos continue when Cortez picks up Stryker, lifts him up high over his head and throws him through the middle & top ropes. After Cortez leaps onto the apron, he steps through the ropes, yanks up Stryker by the back of the neck and flings him into the corner. Cortez rushes into the corner and connects with a clothesline. He then unleashes a series of back elbow strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then takes Stryker and whips him into the opposite corner Cortez runs across the ring and goes for a corner body avalanche. But Stryker hops through the ropes and lands on the apron as Cortez crashes into the turnbuckle. As Cortez stumbles back, Stryker springboards onto the top turnbuckle and follows up with a missile dropkick, knocking the big man down. Stryker returns to his feet and bounces into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers as he connects with a running Shooting Star Press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cortez kicks out. As Cortez tries to get back to his feet, Stryker chops him down with shoot kicks to the leg. The last kick drops Cortez down to a knee. From there, Stryker turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when he plants Cortez with a spiking hurricanrana. He then rushes into the corner, scales to the top turnbuckle, flips back and connects with a corkscrew moonsault. He hooks the far leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cortez gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Stryker! He can feel the end coming. He feels he’s got Cortez right where he wants him. Stephy Auger: Or does he? Stryker picks up Cortez and goes for an irish whip. But Cortez reverses, sending Stryker into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Cortez sets up for a back body drop. Stryker then slams on the brakes before nailing Cortez with a kick to the face. As Cortez stands up, Stryker quickly grabs him from the slide before slowing lifting him up and delivering Stryke 2 (leg-hook Saito Suplex). Kris Cruise: Stryker with a suplex on the big man! While Cortez tries to pick himself up off the mat, Stryker grabs a hold of his arms, crosses them across his chest and delivers the Overdose (straight jacket Shiranui). While Cortez is down, Stryker steps through the ropes and points to the top turnbuckle. Upon hearing the cheers from the crowd, Stryker scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with the Air Stryker (Shooting Star Press). 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 in victory. Kris Cruise: Stryker bounces back from the ladder match loss and picks up a win here tonight. Stryker will look to keep racking up more wins as he tries to make himself a Top 20 pick in the upcoming Brand Extension Draft on September 10th. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 17, 2017 0:54:58 GMT -5
Susan Kent is pacing backstage as her 15 championship match is getting closer, Jessie Pederson approaches. Jessie Pederson: So any comments before your match? Susan goes to speak but Kendra Hollis steps in front of her. Kendra Hollis: Susan is ready for this match, whatever your name is. Jessie Pederson: My name is Jessie. Kendra Hollis: Like I care. Here’s how it is. That Tillman guy’s fifteen minutes of fame are up tonight, and Susan’s are just beginning and after tonight Jessie? The only name that will be on lips of the people who watch this show will the name Susan Kent, the future fifteen title holder and the future of this whole wrestling company. Now if you will excuse yourself, Susan has a match to win. Kendra then shoo’s Jessie away. Kendra Hollis: You so got this, Susan. Susan nods her head and continues her pacing... [ COMMERCIAL BREAK ] |
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