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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:56:04 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:56:30 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
 Giant Center
Hershey, PA I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF The Hershey crowd erupt into a chorus of boos as the opening chords of ‘Low Self Opinion’ blare throughout the arena. Kris Cruise: Looks like Dom Harter wants to make his presence known tonight. Stephy Auger: More like he’s gracing us with his presence, Cruise. And after what happened two weeks ago who can blame him? Sure enough, after ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps through the curtain with Fenrys by his side. Both are dressed in their leather jackets and bandanas, as Dom has opted for jeans and a ‘Small Boob Wrecking Crew’ t-shirt, whereas Fenrys is wearing his ring gear underneath, ready for the main event later. The pair pose for the fans, who rain down on The New Murder members with scorn and boos. Harter pulls down his bandana, revealing that trademark crooked grin as he follows Fenrys down the aisle with a microphone in hand. Dom Harter: Hello Hershey… The insincerity in his voice only causes the crowd to boo louder as Dom and Fenrys reach the ring; the pair roll in under the bottom rope. The music dies down as the pair pace around the ring. Fenrys climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle, taunting the fans about not booing loud enough. So they comply with his wishes as Harter tightens his grip on the microphone. Stephy Auger: If these fans would just give him chance to talk. Kris Cruise: I think these fans have heard more than they care for from that snake oil salesman, Stephy. The crowd eventually quieten down as Dom raises the microphone to his lips. Dom Harter: About time… Only for the crowd to boo again. Dom Harter: Two weeks ago…in Trenton, New Jersey…Jimmy Page proved once and for all that while he might be a tough son of a bitch– The Hershey fans pop at the mention of Jimmy’s name, forcing Dom to pause. He looks over to Fenrys who just shakes his masked head. Dom Harter: –I know the feeling. But while Jimmy Page might be a ton son-of-a-bitch – he sure as hell is the dumbest little bastard to ever walk God’s green Earth! Because two weeks ago, Jimmy Page stood there and he…he challenged The New Murder to Steel Warfare! He sounds incredulous, but the crowd cheer regardless. A small “Jimmy Page” chant starts up, causing Dom to roll his eyes as he paces around the ring with the microphone held down by his side. But Fenrys is more vocal. Fenrys: Grr...Shut the hell up! Dom Harter: Let them get it out of their system. God knows they won’t have anything to cheer for later tonight. Not when Jimmy and Pendragon fall in the main event! But Jimmy, he has these ideas that he can take down The New Murder. That he can destroy what I built, or stop what I have started. And Jimmy Page has decided that he can’t wait to do it one by one. He can’t continue riding his luck like he did at Final Frontier – but you put three of us in front of him, and Jimmy runs! HE RUNS! Just like he did two weeks ago… Stephy Auger: He did, Cruise. Jimmy Page ran from the three members of The New Murder when the going got tough. Kris Cruise: It was a sneak attack, Stephy. An ambush. Stephy Auger: And he ran! Fenrys: An– Dom Harter: And– Dom cuts off Fenrys, causing the masked man to stomp his foot in frustration. Dom Harter: –Jimmy Page stood there and challenged us to Steel Warfare. Because he doesn’t want to take us on one by one anymore. He wants us all in there at the same time! He wants to take us on as a team! AS A TEAM! And in his mind – in his drug addled, booze addicted, concussion riddled mind – that makes sense to him! But I ask you all – I’ll ask you ONE VERY SIMPLE QUESTION! Who the hell is going to team with Jimmy Page?! Harter paces around the ring again, running a hand through his hair as the crowd boo him. That crooked grin still plastered on his face despite his growing frustration, while Fenrys seems to be asking for the microphone. Only for Dom to talk again. Dom Harter: You just don’t GET IT…do you, Jimmy? Nobody back there likes you. These fans may scream your name now, they may cheer when you manage to fluke your way to a victory over one of us. They may love it – LOVE IT – if you ever win a title again. But the wrestlers? Your co-workers who you’ve abused, verbally and physically. Who you’ve threatened countless times over the year. Who you’ve taken liberties with, who you’ve pissed off more than nearly anybody else. Pause. Dom Harter: With the exception of me, of course. The difference is that I’ve found people who can stand me. Who can tolerate me. Who’ll stand be, and fight for a cause. The difference is that I’ve got a team! I’ve got THE NEW MURDER, Jimmy. You couldn’t find four people to help you if Nancy went missing, or four people to give you directions if you got lost. But you want four people – FOUR OF THE FGA ROSTER! Four people that you’ve used and abused to put their bodies on the line…for you? The crowd continue booing Dom as he and Fenrys look at each, trading bemused stares as they wait for the crowd to die down. Dom Harter: Remind me who’s helped you so far, Jimmy. In the seven months since All Star Showdown. Since The New Murder debuted and beat you down like a dog in the middle of that ring. Who has helped you? Bond? He’s one of us now. Who else? Who else, Jimmy? Who else has helped you since we left you laid out in a pool of your own blood back at All Star Showdown? Stephy Auger: He’s right, Cruise. Nobody has helped Jimmy – ever! Kris Cruise: Don’t buy into this just yet. The New Murder have been making enemies all over the place lately. Dom Harter: But who am I to say no to you, Jimmy? Who am I to deny you this. To deny you a hero’s death. You can fall on that sword for all I care. Because I promise you one thing, Jimmy Page. As the last honest man in professional wrestling, I promise you! Whether you manage to find any lambs willing to be to the slaughter or not. Whether it’s just you in there with us, Jimmy. I promise you…at A New Odyssey…Steel Warfare will be the end of Jimmy Page. Fenrys reaches over for the microphone, only for Dom to throw it down to the mat as ‘Low Self Opinion’ starts playing again. The masked man shakes his head in annoyance as he pulls the bandana back up over his mouth. Dom does the same as the two New Murder members head backstage, with Dom leading the way. Kris Cruise: It sounds like maybe Jimmy Page has managed to get under the skin of the leader of The New Murder here. This Steel Warfare challenge might be what pushes Dom Harter over the edge. Stephy Auger: That’s just what he wants you to think! He’s just lulling Jimmy into a false sense of security, thinking that he’s rattled their cages. But The New Murder are a well oiled machine, Cruise. Kris Cruise: That remains to be seen. They’ll be in action late tonight when Molly Reid, Jaelynn Ramsey, and Fenrys take on the trio of Jimmy Page, Lowri Moss, and Neal Durden – in our main event! But who’ll represent them in Steel Warfare? Will they make it that far? Stephy Auger: They’re all singing from the same hymn sheet, Cruise. Dom, Molly, Jaelynn, Chris, Fenrys, Mercy, The Crimson Baroness – all of them! And that’s what Jimmy Page has to think about. That’s what he’ll have to overcome at A New Odyssey. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:56:49 GMT -5
Following the first break, the audience is welcomed back by a teal colored ‘DARLING’ logo plastered on the Frontier Grappling Arts tron.. The graphic work was complemented by the tunes of Desiigner’s song “Outlet” sounding off throughout the Giant Center of Hershey, Pennsylvania. The Pennsylvania crowd began to cheer for for the incoming Aria..
West Orange’s own Eckhart made her way from behind the curtain dressed in ring attire. Paradox The Parrot was perched on the left shoulder of the ex-RISE Champion, but he wasn’t the story. No. Fans noticed the noticeably taped torso of Aria as a result of Piper Lennon’s vicious attack at Vertigo 46 in New Jersey’s capital city.
Aria grabbed a microphone from a stagehand, and then slowly paced up the stairs towards the ring apron. Now inside, Aria shakes her head. She grimaced in pain as she walked towards the center of the squared circle.
Aria Eckhart: I did noooooot expect Vertigo forty-six to turn out the way it did for me, guys.
Almost instantly, the audience began to boo. This was primarily because clips of Piper Lennon’s beatdown of Aria had made its way across media platforms such as YouTube. In those media outlets, fans were able to explain the outrage they felt towards Piper for the gruesome assault.
Aria Eckhart: It started off pretty dang good, y’know? I picked up a win over Ria. But let’s backtrack a little bit. At first I didn’t know what to think of being swapped with Julian Tijerina. I had no clue how a move to Vertigo would go for me because to be honest….Flashpoint is the wrestler’s show. When I was first drafted there I felt as if that brand was meant for me. Vertigo shines with star power, dazzling personalities, an overall vibe that I didn’t necessarily think I had. Buuuuuuuttt.
Aria paused for a moment.
Aria Eckhart: Butttt…
She motioned towards the audience.
Aria Eckhart: I juuust might’ve been wrong about that. Let’s really think back on my short history as part of the mainstream wrestling scene. I was never really known for being witty on the stick. I’m not the best at one liners. I’m not really anything flashy in the ring. A DDT is my go to move for goodness sake! Thanks, Rori! Heck….the only thing that’s ever made me my oddball self is this inexplicable connection I have with each and evveeerryyy one of you fans that supports me week in and week out.
Twirling around in circular motion, Aria points towards different sections of the Giant Center. She received a good amount of cheers from the Pennsylvania fanbase.
Aria Eckhart: So when I finally stood behind that curtain in Trenton, about an hour away from my hometown….I fell for Vertigo. I truly appreciated the spectacle that this brand represents. I realized that I do have a place here with all of you.
The Darling shifted her gaze back to the primary camera.
Aria Eckhart: Still! With that spectacle comes people that don’t like what I stand for. That’s why I said my first night on Vertigo was unexpected. You’ve all seen the videos by now. Piper Lennon clearly had enough of an issue with me to put me in a hospital bed for two days. All I’d really love to know is…..why?
Aria turned towards the entrance ramp.
Aria Eckhart: So, Piper, please get out here...
After a few moments the bespectacled young blonde comes ambling out into view, twirling a microphone around in her hand before stopping at the top of the stage.
Piper Lennon: Hey, sup?
She pauses, scratching her chin.
Piper Lennon: You seem a bit agitated.
After taking a moment to cock her head with a quizzical expression on her face, Lennon straightens up as if she was struck by a revelation.
Piper Lennon: Oh, wait! You were actually serious asking me that, I thought you were just playing to the crowd. No, no, see you really don’t get it, it’s not about you --
She points a finger and laughs.
Piper Lennon:-- It’s about me finding ways to push myself, experience new things. It really could have been anyone that happened to if the time was right. Just so happened when that guy startled rolling his belly over the guardrail towards you that was a moment I could feel it, and it just didn’t seem right not to make myself part of that moment. To take it all in-- I even got a nice picture of it you know-- and really integrate myself into the zeitgeist of this brand. I mean, I’m not perfect but people always accuse us millennials of being complacent and I’m really trying my best to avoid that and experience all life has to offer me.
Eckhart eventually grows impatient and cuts to the chase.
Aria Eckhart: So what’s it gonna be, Piper? Why don’t we do this face to face so I can-
Paradox The Parrot: *SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK* BEAT YOUR A*BLEEP*!
A shocked Eckhart shoots a glance towards her pet parrot.
Aria Eckhart: Noooooo, Paradox! You can’t say the a word on TV! That’s not even the word I taught you…
Piper lets out a light sigh.
Piper Lennon: Aria, are you trying to say you want to face me one on one, a match in that very ring, become dance partners on the big stage? You get my drift …
Her voice starts to trail off and Aria nods her head in affirmation, gesturing her forward while mouthing “let’s settle this one on one”.
Piper Lennon: Yeahhhh, that’s gonna be a no from me dawg.
She winces as she delivers that line, the crowd showering her with their displeasure.
Piper Lennon: Because like I said, I’m looking for interesting experiences. Me and Arty in the Young Guns Cup, that was exciting. Going face to face with someone who had that much rage, getting her to bring it out against me, that was time well spent. You? Ehhhh, not so much.
Piper holds one hand outstretched out, palm down and shakes it to indicate how much she’s not feeling this scenario.
Piper Lennon: Like, what more is there I could really get out of wrestling you that I didn’t last show? I mean the old you was something that would be interesting to tangle with. Remember, how bitter you came off about working on the indies and not getting the breaks your family members did? And while it was luck of the draw that I crossed paths with you, there was part of me thinking that maybe this would bring something that had been buried inside of you out-- that this whole darling thing has been for show.
She shrugs.
Piper Lennon: Buuuuttt, I guess I was wrong on that one. Because I mean, I think we all heard you after the show on Axxess net, we all see you out here still with the wacky bird. So I’ll be the bigger person here and admit I was wrong, this is the real you, that old you is either dead or that was the Aria which was just for show.
A nod, and she continues on, ignoring the “you suck” chants from the crowd.
Piper Lennon: And while I admit the prospect of you trying to balance a parrot on your shoulder, while making a mean face and applying a hammerlock could make for a nice photo op, it’s not very stimulating. I approach things with an open mind, but what I found out about you is that you’re dry like toast and if I squeeze you too hard, you’ll crumble like it. So uh, thanks for having this little rap session with me, but no thanks on the offer. Maybe you can find someone else more fitting like maybe Susan Kent to be the antagonist to your sweetheart, she’s been showing some hints of turning to the dark side-- later.
With that, she abruptly drops her mic on the stage and calmly walks back out of sight, leaving Aria a bit caught off guard in the ring.
Kris Cruise: Wait, what she mean “no”? She can’t just pick a fight and then decide she doesn’t want it. I can’t say it’s cowardice, given this young woman thought it was a good idea to antagonize Artemis Kaiser, but that’s not how being a professional works. Your actions have consequences, you settle issues in that ring.
Stephy Auger: Um, it sounds to me like Aria is the only one with an issue here. Piper’s a very free spirited artistic soul, you’re too old and uncool to get it, Cruise. She’s not just here to wrestle, she’s woke and she’s an active passenger on the train of life!
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:57:04 GMT -5
Susan Kent is backstage going through final preparations for her match, Kendra Hollis is checking her out. Susan straightens up after her stretches and doesn’t notice that Kendra had been checking her out. Susan takes a drink of water as Kendra pretends to look at something on her phone.
Susan sits on the bench.
Kendra Hollis: You would be amazed the responses I got after you won in New Jersey, but hopefully we never go back to that dump again, New Jersey sucks.
Susan Kent: Okay.
Kendra Hollis: Chanel, Victoria’s secret and Maxim, are interested in working with you.
Susan Kent: That’s great.
Kendra Hollis: Yes it is, so are you gonna stick to the game plan this week, and cut out the showboating and just do the job that Dana and I ask.
Susan Kent: I like to interact with the crowd, it keeps me pumped for the match.
Kendra Hollis: I suppose. Just make sure you win tonight.
Susan Kent: Kate Daniels is a tough competitor and even though she lost at Vertigo 46, I’m sure he looking to win tonight.
Kendra Hollis: Well, you can’t let that happen, you have to build on your last win.
Dana walks in the room.
Susan Kent: I know winning is important. But you don’t win every match.
Dana: You trained hard this week don’t waste it.
Susan Kent: I wish both of you had more confidence in me and just let me do my thing.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:57:16 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Susan Kent vs. Katie Daniels
Winner by Forfeit: Susan Kent |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:57:33 GMT -5
We cut to a shot of Brandon Macdonald in his office, kneeling in front of a mini-fridge to retrieve a bottle of water as the cameras turn on. He pushes himself to his feet with a small sigh, uncapping the water as he makes his way toward his desk, using his free hand to pull out his chair, preparing to take a seat before a knock can be heard at the door. Brandon Macdonald: C-- mmm. Water dribbling down onto the desk, Macdonald uses his fist to wipe his chin before re-capping the water bottle and beginning again, clearing his throat. Brandon Macdonald: Come in. The camera pans over to the door as it’s pushed open and the audience pops as the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Sadie San Francisco walks into frame. She doesn’t appear dressed to compete, but does clutch the title in her hand, stepping hesitantly into the office. There’s an uneasy stare between the two for a moment before Macdonald flashes a bright smile and sits down, nodding toward the chair across from him. Brandon Macdonald: Good to see you, champ. I asked Jessie to go find you because um… I wanted to address what happened last month at Final Frontier. And what happened here on Vertigo a couple of weeks back. This can be quick. Sadie’s gaze is narrowed toward Macdonald. She remains standing, not moving from the spot that she stopped a few seconds ago. Macdonald raises a brow but shrugs, uncapping his water again, taking a sip before he goes on. Brandon Macdonald: I’m willing to work with you here. On one hand, I admire that you wanna go after Jaelynn Ramsey… you felt that she wronged you and I can understand that. Right? I’m fair. And I could be upset about how you handled it by chucking chairs down the corridor toward Jae and members of my production crew-- I could fine you for it-- but instead all I’m asking you to do is give me your input. Hm? Sadie blinks a few times, a look of distrust evident on her face but after a few seconds, the champion finally speaks. Sadie San Francisco: I’m listening… The General Manager nods a little. Brandon Macdonald: We have Lowri chomping at the bit to get a rematch at your title after your last match ended and I don’t know if it’s necessarily fair to ask you this, but-- Sadie San Francisco: Do it. Macdonald raises a brow and opens his mouth to respond. Sadie San Francisco: Book the match. Brandon Macdonald laughs aloud, just once-- an odd sound, but he clears his throat again and gives Sadie a look of concern. Brandon Macdonald: Sadie. A triple threat match with Jaelynn Ramsey and Lowri Moss? That’’s… Macdonald takes a small breath. Brandon Macdonald: I don’t know if I could normally book something like this in good conscience but if that’s really what you want to do… that’s what I’ll do. The Pennsylvania crowd responds with a mixed reaction as Macdonald says this, rising to his feet, hands flat on his desk as he stands leaning forward a bit, eye-level with Sadie. Brandon Macdonald: A triple threat! You. Lowri. And Jae. And while I would be proud-- proud-- to raise your hand after that match, myself, as you recreate history with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship… I can’t help but note that there’s no champion’s advantage in a match like this. Sadie-- this could be the end of your reign. The audience boos the notion but Sadie remains quiet, a look that can only be described as a glare fixed on Macdonald. The audience begins to grow louder, an isolated ”SADIE!” chant beginning, but Macdonald holds his hands up, taking a dramatic step back from the champion with a short laugh. Brandon Macdonald: Okay, you pulled my arm. I’ll make the match. I just hope you know what you’re getting yoursel-- Sadie San Francisco: I know. Macdonald stops, mouth still slightly open, mid-speech. He closes it and nods a bit, pointing a finger at her with a grin, Brandon Macdonald: That’s a good attitude. He exhales and sinks back down into his seat, gesturing toward the door. Brandon Macdonald: So in two weeks-- Sadie San Francisco: I know. The General Manager blinks but smiles again, nodding at Sadie. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion looks down at the belt in her hand before pivoting, walking out of the office, leaving the door open behind her. The look on Macdonald’s face is one of concern. He watches as the champion leaves and then looks back down toward his desk, drumming his fingers along his desktop in thought as we cut away, to another camera outside of the office. Our cameras catch up with Sadie as she rounds the corner, almost running directly into the interviewer, Jessie Pederson. Jessie Pederson: Oh-- Sadie! Sadie San Francisco: … Sadie narrows her eyes in an unconvinced gaze toward the interviewer, who gestures in the direction of Brandon’s office. Jessie Pederson: Couldn’t help but overhear… you just agreed to defend your championship in a triple threat match with Lowri and Jaelynn. Do you really think that’s the best--? Jessie doesn’t get to finish her thought as Sadie moves past her, walking off down the hallway, earning a pop from the crowd regardless of the non-answer. Jessie looks at the camera with a small shrug before turning in the direction Sadie left while we fade away. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:57:50 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Flavia Rocha vs. Ria Escárcega J.A. Aldridge stands in the middle of the ring while Ria Escárcega tugs away at the ropes. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring. Representing SCCW...Ria Escárcega! The crowd boos upon the introduction for the SCCW trainee. 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 Florianopolis, Brazil! She is FLLLLLLAAAAAAAVIIIAAAAA ROOOOOOCHHHHHHAAAAA!!! 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: Flavia Rocha is stepping back into the ring for a first time after several weeks. While Ms. Rocha was on a bit of a break, she announced a few weeks back there her and former FGA Champion Sean Sands became engaged. That’s great news, isn’t it, Stephy? Stephy Auger: Mmm hmm. I’m sure this will turn out just as well as Sean’s last marriage did! Kris Cruise: Stop it, Stephy. The bell sounds before Rocha and Escárcega lock up. They jockey for position until Escárcega places Rocha in a side headlock. She then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. In the blink of an eye, Escárcega finds herself trapped in a hammerlock after a reversal from Rocha. The Brazilian then spins Escárcega towards her and catches her in a side headlock. After a few shots to the body, Escárcega shoves Rocha off into the ropes. When Rocha returns, Escárcega goes for a back elbow to the face. But Rocha ducks and runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she knocks Escárcega down with a crossbody. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Escárcega kicks out. After Escárcega gets back to her feet, Rocha takes her by the arm and wrenches it. The crowd cheers when Rocha delivers another arm wrench. But the cheers turn back to boos when Escárcega rakes Rocha across the eyes. She then moves Rocha into the corner and delivers several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After an irish whip sends Rocha into the opposite corner, Escárcega runs across the ring to attack. But Rocha knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, Escárcega runs back into the corner. This time, Rocha knocks her back with a boot to the face. She then turns to face the turnbuckles, springboards onto the middle ropes and knocks Escárcega down with a diving back elbow! She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Escárcega kicks out. Rocha picks up Escárcega and whips her into the ropes. Upon her return, she sees Rocha setting up for a back body drop. So Escárcega counters with a kick to the face. While Rocha stumbles back, Escárcega turns and heads back into the ropes. When she comes back, Rocha brings her down with a hurricanrana. Escárcega returns to her feet, only to get returned to the mat with a pair of dropkicks. Rocha the takes Escárcega and sets up for a bulldog. But Rocha gets shoved off and sent into towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing into the ropes and coming back, Rocha uses her momentum to knock Escárcega down with the Lip Buster (Flying Chuck)! The cheers continue while Rocha waves up Escárcega. Once the SCCW standout gets to her feet and turns around, Rocha runs over, leaps into the air and plants her with Face Meets Mat (Jumping DDT)! While Escárcega is sprawled out on the canvas, Rocha heads out onto the apron and puts a finger in the air. The crowd cheers Rocha even louder as she climbs up to the top turnbuckle. After Escárcega gets back to her feet and turns around, Rocha stands up on the top turnbuckle, dives off and brings her down with Flavia In Ya Eye (Diving Corkscrew Stunner)! 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! The cheers continue as Rocha gets her arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Flavia Rocha with the convincing win over Ria Escárcega. Stephy Auger: Good for her. She beat who she was supposed to beat. But can she rise to the occassion against the more seasoned members of this roster? Kris Cruise: I’m sure that’s what Flavia plans on doing in the new year. She failed to advance further in the Frontier Lions Cup. But she’s still got championship aspirations. So we’ll keep an eye on what’s next for her... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:58:06 GMT -5
Spencer Burke is standing backstage and with him Jimmy Page. Page has his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at his feet. Spencer begins the interview with a smirk. Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, standing with me right now, the man who has challenged The New Murder to Steel Warfare, Jimmy Page. Now, Jimmy, most people think that this might be a bad idea on your part. Mainly, well, because you don’t have that many… Jimmy Page: Friends. Page looks up and finishes Burke’s sentence for him, who hesitantly nods in agreement. Jimmy Page: Yeah, I know that, I’m not an idiot. For the better part of my career in FGA, I’ve had no friends. I don’t blame anyone for not running to my aid. Didn’t ask for it, to be quite honest. Dom thinks that I need friends when honestly I just need mutual allies who just don’t wanna put up with him and the bodies that form a wall around him. Page stares off into space and continues to paint a picture of Dom’s diatribe. Jimmy Page: In the wonderful world of Dom Harter, no one would help me. I’d be oblivious, too, if I sat behind people to do my dirty work, y’know? Dom Harter asked at the opening of the show “Who the Hell would join Jimmy Page?” He asked this, almost flustered at the idea that anybody could hate The New Murder more than me. Turns out there’s an extensive list, it’s just my job in finding them. So yeah, I don’t have anybody right now. But Harter should be very afraid of what lurks in those dark corners he likes to ignore so much. Spencer Burke: Well--and I don’t mean to pry into your scouting--who do you got in mind? Page looks at Spencer who feels a bit uncomfortable at Jimmy’s staring. Jimmy’s eyes fall lazy and he shrugs with a nonchalant motion. Jimmy Page: Where’s the surprise in that…? I’m sure Dom’s going to spend the next couple of weeks combing through his catalog to see who’d join me. For all of Harter’s bravado, you can read him like a picture book at times. Look at’em squirm… I almost feel sorry for the stupid son of a bitch; Almost. Harter’s shown his hand, and I’m just waiting to lull him into a false sense of security just to bring his world crumbling down. I don’t have a team yet? Just wait. Page walks past Burke and off towards the locker room. Burke watches him leave with a thinking expression as the scene fades away. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:58:53 GMT -5
We cut to the ringside area where the camera focuses on the smiling face of Kris Cruise and the amused smirk of Stephy Auger as she begins to adjust the settings on her headset.
Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, two weeks ago on Vertigo, we saw Smart Style emerge victorious in a Tag Team Gauntlet match to determine the number one contenders to the FGA Tag Team Championships.
Kris Cruise: And just this past week on Flashpoint we saw a heated exchange between the Tag Team Champions, the Chaotics, and their new number one contenders. The Tag Team Champions are joining us live via satellite from Moscow, which will host the first night of Hard Knox Wrestling’s Divine Supremacy-- and Stephy? Take it away.
Stephy Auger: Haha, glad to, Cruise! About time. Hey, people, listen--
Stephy Auger earns a mixed reaction from the audience as she stands up. Most pop, simply a sucker for the Vertigo announce team, but the chorus of knowing boos pushes its way through. Stephy clears her throat and continues.
Stephy Auger: Live via satellite-- or maybe hacking into this broadcast with help from their buddies in Mother Russia-- I bring to you the current FGA Tag Team Champs, Logan Alexander, Ashlyn De Luca, the Chaotics!
Stephy applauds sarcastically while the audience inside Hershey’s Giant Center roars in approval. We cut to the Tron where Ashlyn De Luca offers a hard wink while Logan offers a quick salute to the viewers.
Ashlyn De Luca: Don’t think we didn’t catch that…
Stephy shrugs innocently.
Stephy Auger: Catch what?
Ashlyn smirks a bit, raising a single hand to perform air quotes.
Ashlyn De Luca: “Current.” I mean, that’s fine. Look--
Stephy Auger: No, no. Before you get started, let me ask you something that’s been bugging me and probably bugging all these people for a while now. What is your problem with Smart Style? You--
Ashlyn De Luca: Are you serious?
Stephy Auger: I’m just curious as to why you constantly fail to give them the credit and recognition they deserve. I mean, they are one of the finest tag teams we’ve had grace our presence here on Vertigo-- and we can only be glad that they’re still keeping an open mind to joining us. Right now they’re the hottest free agents in wrestling--
Ashlyn De Luca: I’m the hottest free agent in wrestli--
Stephy Auger: Would you stop cutting me off?
Ashlyn raises her eyebrows and holds her hands up in defense, leaning back in her seat a bit as subtle boos rain down on Stephy Auger. Logan leans close to Ashlyn and whispers something to her. Ashlyn’s face reflects something between bitterness and amusement but she nods to her partner and adjusts her posture in the chair for the sole purpose of bringing her Tag Team Championship into the shot, placing it over her shoulder with another subtle wink to the camera. Logan then eases back and looks towards the camera.
Logan Alexander: Our apologies Stephy. Go ahead.
Auger narrows her eyes but continues.
Stephy Auger: I just want to know if you’re willing to admit that they’re a credible team, completely capable of ripping those Tag Team Championships you’re so comfortable with right off of you. Because I’m a believer. Sooo…
Auger gestures toward the Tron. Ashlyn takes a breath, but bites her tongue, looking toward Logan instead. Logan meets Ashlyn’s gaze for a moment.
Logan Alexander: Of course we’re willing to admit that Smart Style are a capable and credible team. They have the potential to accomplish whatever they want in FGA. I’ve never believed otherwise. It just seems that anytime I say something positive about them, they tune it out, or assume I’m not being honest.
Ashlyn De Luca: They’re mad sensitive, mannn…
Ashlyn shakes her head in disapproval while Stephy goes on.
Stephy Auger: You can’t help but notice how cocky you guys have been ever since you took those titles from Peaches and Herrera. Some people would call it rude. Some people would say you alienate your peers even! Yeah… some would say that outside of your buddies Envi, NEON, and the Russians, you guys don’t want to have anything to do with the rest of the locker room! And it’s true, isn’t it?
Ashlyn rubs at her eyes a bit, sighing under her breath while Logan tilts his head slightly as he regards Stephy.
Logan Alexander: Some people might say that. It doesn’t make any of it true.
Ashlyn De Luca: Right? We’re people of the people. Dunno who you’ve been gettin your information from, Stefan. Need to chill though, all hard with the accusations. Jeesusss… I mean, we passed out Christmas cards and stuff, man. Like, I thought we were startin to vibe pretty well with everyb--
Stephy Auger: Why are you so intimidated by Smart Style? Is it because you don’t know them as well as you think you do?
Ashlyn De Luca: And that’s why you didn’t get a goddamn Christmas card.
Logan Alexander: We’re not intimidated by Smart Style. We may not know them on any level other than competitively, but that is enough to show us that they are a team we can defeat in the ring. Even if we were to disregard the fact that we hold victories over them, I would look at Smart Style and see a challenge, but not an insurmountable one. I don’t believe those ever exist.
Ashlyn De Luca: And I don’t think how much we know about Smart Style is the biggest issue at this point. Shintaro and Big Head Ass Bisley made up their minds about who we are a long time ago and it hasn’t helped them. I’m fully aware that they could beat us because like Logan said, there is no insurmountable challenge and I guess that includes us but… real talk… I don’t think dudes can get their heads out of their asses quick enough to do it. Yeah we’re confident, and they might think we’re… I dunno… arrogant, but we pay attention to what our opponents are doing. We’ve never stopped watching Smart Style, and I know how big they’ve made this in their heads because it would be terrible for them, trying to negotiate some lucrative six-figure-contracts after failing time and time again to do what they promised. They put this pressure on themselves but we’re still gonna be responsible for them coming up short because we’re just sinking our teeth into this reign. It doesn’t end with those dudes.
Stephy is quiet for a moment before she turns her attention to Logan’s image.
Stephy Auger: One more question then. Doesn’t it make you nervous that your partner hasn’t signed her FGA contract either? What if you’re wrong and your reign does end with Smart Style? What’s stopping her from running off, leaving you here to deal with it by yourself?
Logan Alexander: No. I’m not nervous about that at all. If… well, when this reign ends we’ll have to see where things are at that point. Maybe the situation will have changed by then. If not, then if Ashlyn chooses to pursue another path in her career rather than continue on here in FGA, she already knows that she has my blessing to do so.
Logan looks to Ashlyn.
Logan Alexander: This reign isn’t going to last forever, but that is exactly the reason why we are going to keep pushing ourselves to accomplish everything we can here while we have the opportunity.
He turns back to the camera and lifts up his half of the FGA Tag Team championship.
Logan Alexander: This is what has set us apart from other teams here. These belts aren’t the end goal. It’s why, unlike our challengers, we look at every match we step into the ring for as something meaningful. It’s not just about being champions. It’s about going out and becoming the best, fighting champions that FGA and, if we can manage it, any company has ever seen.
The audience pops at the response though Stephy Auger is visibly annoyed. Ashlyn continues once the crowd has died down.
Ashlyn De Luca: Soon enough, I’ll sign my contract but I’ll already know that I earned it. I already know my value and I know that it skyrockets alongside Logan. But uh… truth is, I dunno if Smart Style’s gonna be able to say the same when it’s time for them to settle down. If…
She pauses. A small smile.
Ashlyn De Luca: When we defend our Tag Team Titles, what’s their place then? Where do they go? What do they have to admit about us? Hmmm? Hm?
Stephy shakes her head, clearly having no intention to respond. Logan swiftly fills the silence.
Logan Alexander: We’ll have to see when we get there, but I won’t bet on any meaningful revelations.
Ashlyn pats Logan’s championship and then her own, giving Stephy a small nod.
Ashlyn De Luca: Hey, good talk. You’re pretty sick at this job, Steph. We’ll catch you guys soon. Suppp, Cruise!
Kris Cruise waves politely with a small nod while Stephy sighs loudly.
Stephy Auger: Yeah. Great talk. Buhbye now.
Logan Alexander: It’s been a blast Stephy. I figure you don’t feel the same given that sour look on your face, but you’ve got the rest of the show to cheer back up. Have fun with that Kris. See ya!
Logan offers another quick salute to the crowd before the feed comes to an end. We cut back to the announce table where Cruise laughs a bit while Stephy scowls.
Kris Cruise: Good job, Stephy. Fine job. I can’t wait for the sequel.
Stephy Auger: Whatever, Cruise!
We fade to black on the announce team.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:59:21 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage to where former SCCW rookie, Dickie Harter is standing in front of the FGA banner. Dressed in his new orange and black ring gear and his t-shirt that’s now available from IWC, the youngster is mentally preparing himself for his rematch against Seth Iser. A look of determination on his face as he stares down at the ground, before Dickie raises his head to look at the camera.
Dickie Harter: Finally, a chance to get back inside an FGA ring. It seems like forever since I was last here. Since I stepped into that ring with Seth Iser back in November…
He shakes his head for the briefest of moments.
Dickie Harter: I’m not gonna lie – that night hurt. I fought and tooth and nail, threw everything I had at him. I gave Seth Iser my all, and it wasn’t enough on the night. And since that night I’ve watched as Seth Iser ran through everybody in his way. As he continued showing his dominance here in FGA!
Dickie gesticulates for emphasis, before running a hand through his hair as he focuses again.
Dickie Harter: But I’m not one to rest on my laurels. After that night I picked myself up by my bootstraps and went back to SCCW. I bust my ass in that gym, working to get better, and learn from my mistakes. I went one on one with some of the best wrestlers I could find – Dom Harter included – to try and better myself. Until I felt I deserved this rematch. Until I felt I earned this chance to show Seth Iser, and all you FGA fans that I deserve to be in that ring tonight.
Dickie pauses, taking a moment to breathe as a smile forms on his face.
Dickie Harter: And here I am! On the precipice of breaking out, on the verge of taking that first step int–
Kimmi Keister: EXCUSE ME!
The shrill voice rings out around the Giant Center as The Keisters stroll into view. Dickie can be seen facepalming, and heard muttering “why does this keep happening?” as he steps back, allowing Kimmi and her sisters to take center stage.
Kimmi Keister: You’re all welcome for saving you from that, ok babes. ‘Cause now you get to hear from us – the hottest babes in all of FGA!
The three of them flaunt what they’ve got for a moment, before Kimmi continues.
Kimmi Keister: And the tag team who got truly got screwed outta being number one contenders to those world tag team titles!
Kalli Keister: So screwed!
Wide-eyed in shock, Dickie can be seen walking away quietly to finish preparing for his match as The Keister continue oblivious to his movements.
Kimmi Keister: But that’s ok, ‘cause we’ve got that bounce-back-ability. We’ve already shown you all why The Keisters are the best tag team in FGA history, but still there are doubters out there. Like, we beat Pedro & Marissa! Ok. And that wasn’t enough for you, so we had to go through that gauntlet.
Kammi Keister: Stupid gauntlet.
Kimmi Keister: So stupid. And that night we beat Shootcamp! Ok. And we beat Pedro & Marissa again! And we beat Pendragon! But then, after all that these Firing Squad losers wanna come in and say they beat us?! After we’ve already beaten three teams? And then they don’t even have what it takes to win it all?
Kalli Keister: Urgh, they suck!
On cue, all three of The Keisters roll their eyes and scoff.
Kimmi Keister: Suck so hard! Ok. But it’s ok, Luke, she’s legal now!
Kimmi makes the universal gesture for ‘blowjob’ pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek as she does so. She giggles for a moment, before motioning towards her waist as she continues.
Kimmi Keister: But these waists need gold! The hottest babes in FGA need gold! And we showed why we deserve a tag title shot, but if Strong Style wanna try again…and fail. Again! You know, whatever. But tonight we’ll show the Firing Squad that two weeks ago was a fluke. They can’t beat us when we haven’t already beaten three other teams! Ok. And tonight we’ll show you why The Keisters are your next FGA World Tag Team Champions! Now just wait until I can say ‘I told you so’…isn’t that right, Dickie?
Kimmi swings around to face her fellow SWA competitor, only to find Dickie is no longer there. Her sisters follow suit, and all three of them look puzzled. They were expecting Dickie Harter to still be there. Kimmi pouts, but before the show can cut elsewhere, Kalli speaks up one last time.
Kalli Keister: Where did Dom go?
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 21:59:45 GMT -5
• Tag Team Match •
Firing Squad vs. The Keisters J.A. Aldridge: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring! They are the team of Kimmi and Kalli, THEEEEE KEEEEEEIIIISSSTERRRSSSS!!! The tandem of Kimmi and Kalli stand in the middle of the ring expecting throngs of cheers. Instead, they get showered with boos. This does nothing but upset The Keisters. Especially Kimmi, who throws a tantrum over how “ungrateful” the crowd is.
Stephy Auger: Do you hear this reaction!? HOW RUDE! Kris Cruise: Serves them right! The Keisters treated their way throughout that gauntlet, until they ran into the team they’re facing tonight. Stephy Auger: Well I can tell you one thing. History will not repeat itself. Firing Squad can’t defeat a well-rested pair of Keisters and they’ll prove it here tonight! J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 320 pounds! They are the team of Luke Jackson and Ymir Ocampos… FIIIIIRRRIIIING SQUUAAAAAAAAD!!! Kris Cruise: Firing Squad are rip roaring and reayd to go. Especially Ymir Ocampos! Stephy Auger: Ymir Ocampos is nothing but a spaz who needs to switch to decaf. She just comes off as too much. Kris Cruise: … and The Keisters don’t come off as too much? Stephy Auger: Of course not! They’re lovely angels! Kris Cruise: ... The bell sounds as Ocampos and Kimmi start things off for their respective squads. After locking up in the center of the ring, Kimmi gains the advantage with a side headlock. Kimmi taunts Ocampos while she cinches in the hold. But the smirk is quickly wiped off of Kimmi’s face when Ocampos shoves her into the ropes. When Kimmi returns, the smirk on her face returns after she she knocks down Ocampos with a running shoulders. Kimmi blows a kiss to the crowd before turning to run into the ropes. When Kimmi returns, Ocampos returns to her feet with a kip up and leapfrogs over her. Kimmi continues to run the ropes. When Kimmi returns, she hops through a hip toss attempt from Ocampos and goes for a hip toss of her own. But Ocampos blocks it. So Kimmi tries to muscle up Ocampos for another hip toss. But again, Ocampos blocks it. So Kimmi doubles her over with a punch to the midsection. She then grabs Ocampos, runs and tosses her through the ropes. Kimmi turns and celebrates after clearing the ring. But the celebration proves to be premature as Ocampos lands safely on the apron. Kalli can be seen screaming at Kimmi to turn around. When she does, the crowd cheers when Ocampos knocks her down with the Black Rain (springboard clothesline)! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Kimmi kicks out. Kris Cruise: Kimmi’s arrogance nearly cost her the match! Ocampos picks up Kimmi, wrenches her arm, drags her over into the corner and tags in Luke Jackson. The crowd cheers as The Kid steps in through the ropes. Kimmi tries to run away from Firing Squad. But it’s to no avail. Jackson grabs a hold of her arm and wrenches it several times. Jackson goes for another arm wrench before sending Kimmi into the ropes with an irish whip. When she returns, Jackson brings her down with an arm drag and transitions into an armbar. The ref gets down and asks Kimmi if she wants to give up. Instead of answering the question, Kimmi lies to the ref and complains that Jackson is pulling her hair. The crowd scolds Jackson for pulling Kimmi’s hair. Kris Cruise: Can you believe this!? Stephy Auger: Right!? I can’t believe Luke Jackson would stoop so low and pull Kimmi’s lovely locks! Kris Cruise: ... While Jackson denies pulling Kimmi’s hair, she reaches up and rakes him across the face. The boos continue as Kimmi marches into the corner, slams Jackson face-first into the top turnbuckle and tags in Kalli. Once Kalli gets in, The Keisters take Jackson and whip him into the far ropes. When he return, they go for a double clothesline. But Jackson ducks and runs into the ropes. Instead of coming back, Jackson hangs onto the ropes before pointing behind Kimmi. When Kimmi turns around, the crowd cheers when Ocampos takes her down with a diving hurricanrana! Kalli then turns back towards Jackson and runs at him. But Jackson ducks and dumps Kalli over the top rope and to the floor. Stephy Auger: Oh no! Poor Kalli! Back in the ring, Ocampos takes Kimmi and places her in the Tree of Woe before heading into the opposite corner. After Jackson gets down on all fours, Ocampos runs across the ring and uses Jackson’s back as a springboard to deliver a hesitation corner dropkick to Kimmi. The crowd cheers as Kimmi gets knocked down out of the corner before rolling to the outside. Kris Cruise: Firing Squad are firing on all cylinders! They’ve got The Keisters on their heels!
As Kalli slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, Jackson marches over to attack her. But before he can grab her, Kalli doubles him over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes before following up with a hangman across the top rope. The crowd boos as Jackson stumbles back and holds his throat. Kalli then slides back in, runs over and tackles him down with a Lou Thesz Press. She then mounts on top of Jackson and fires away with rights and lefts to the face. Kalli brings Jackson back to his feet, only to bring him back down with a hairpull backbreaker. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Jackson kicks out. Kalli picks up Jackson and doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. After running into the ropes. Kalli comes back and connects with a running knee lift that sends Jackson stumbling back into the ropes. While Jackson tries to shake out the cobwebs, Kalli takes Jackson and whips him into the far ropes. When Jackson hits the ropes, the crowd boos when Kalli nails him with a kick to the back. After staggering away from the ropes, Jackson turns around, goes back over and tries to attack Kimmi. But Kimmi wisely hops off the apron. Before Jackson can turn around, Kalli runs up from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy. ONE! . . TWO! . . Jackson kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to their feet, Jackson throws out a superkick. But Kalli ducks underneath it. When Jackson turns around, The Keister knock him down with a leg lariat/chop block combo. The boos continue as Kalli makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . The crowd cheers when Ocampos drags Kalli off of Jackson. While Ocampos heads over towards the ropes, Kalli runs up from behind and shoves her. Ocampos tries to go after Kalli, but the ref holds her back. The Keisters take advantage of the distraction and double team Jackson with stomps to the body. Kris Cruise: Come on ref! Turn around! Stephy Auger: He can’t! He’s too busy trying to control that spaz Ocampos! Each Keister then grabs a hold of Jackson’s legs, lifts them up and delivers a wishbone. The crowd boos while Jackson howls in pain. Kalli then heads to the outside while Kimmi stays in the ring. Once Ocampos reluctantly heads back out onto the apron, the ref turns around, sees Kimmi and assumes she’s the legal member of her team. Kimmi delivers a running leg drop, then a second, followed by a third. The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Jackson kicks out. Kimmi picks up Jackson, moves him into the corner, slams him face-first into the corner and tags Kalli back in. once Kalli gets in, The Keisters send Jackson slumping down in the corner with mudhole stomps. While Kimmi applies a foot choke, Kalli heads to the center of the ring to taunt Ocampos. Once Kimmi moves out onto the apron, Kalli runs into the corner, hurls herself at Jackson and connects with a Cannonball. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Jackson gets his shoulder up. Kalli picks up Jackson and whips him into the corner. She then runs, jumps and goes for a Stinger Splash. But Jackson moves out of the way, causing Kalli to crashing into the corner while the crowd cheers. As Kalli stumbles back, Jackson runs into the corner, runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips back and takes down Kalli with a standing moonsault! While Kalli stirs on the canvas, Jackson turns over and begins to crawl over towards the Firing Squad corner. The crowd is solidly behind Jackson while Ocampos reaches out with her right arm. She continues to rally behind Jackson by slapping the top turnbuckle. The crowd continues to clap their hands in unison with the slaps on the turnbuckle. Jackson then dives over and tags Ocampos back in. The crowd cheers as Ocampos rushes into the ring and delivers several knife edge chops to Kalli. She then takes Kalli and goes for an irish whip. But Kalli reverses, sending Ocampos into the ropes. When Ocampos returns, Kalli throws out a lariat. But Ocampos ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Ocampos returns, she plants Kalli with a Satellite DDT! She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Kimmi dives over and breaks up the pin. Kimmi picks up Ocampos and whips her into the ropes. When Ocampos returns, Kimmi goes for a back body drop. But Ocampos rolls across her back. When Kimmi stands up and turns around, she throws out a lariat. But Ocampos avoids it with a kip up evasion and follows up with a roundhouse kick that knocks her down. Kalli then spins Ocampos around, doubles her over with a kick to the midsection and plants her with a double underhook DDT. The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Ocampos gets her shoulder up. Kalli picks up Ocampos and whips her into the corner. She then charges full steam ahead into the corner, only to get turned around by a boot to the face. While Kalli staggers from out of the corner, Ocampos runs up from behind, hops onto her shoulders, flips back and spikes her with a reverse frankensteiner! While Kalli is up on her knees, Ocampos hits her with repeated shoot kicks to the chest before blasting her with a buzzsaw kick. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kalli gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Kalli got the shoulder up just in time! Stephy Auger: Phew! Ocampos picks up Kalli and delivers rapid knee strikes before turning to run into the corner. After bouncing out of the corner, Ocampos comes back and connects with a front dropkick that sends Kalli flying into the corner. After Kalli crumbles from out of the corner, Ocampos scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and goes for a 450 Splash. Kalli rolls out of the way. But Ocampos is somehow able to land on her feet. Her momentum then sends her rolling forward. After rolling back up to a vertical base and turning around, Kalli comes out of the corner and throws out a lariat. But Ocamps ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kalli turns around, Ocampos brings her down with a rolling Yoshi Tonic! ONE!
. . TWO!
. . THR-NO! The crowd boos when Kalli gets her shoulder up. Ocampos heads over and tags in Jackson. After Jackson gets back in, he pulls up Kalli and gives her a European Uppercut, which spins her over towards Ocampos, who nails her with a roundhouse kick. Kalli staggers back over to Jackson, who turns her around with a stiff right. Ocampos then turns Kalli back around with a stiff kick. After Jackson doubles her over with a kick to the midsection, Firing Squad brings her down with a double jumping DDT! Ocampos then heads out onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckles while Jackson heads out onto the apron and climbs up the perpendicular corner. Before Firing Squad can deliver Dead on Arrival, Kammi Keister hops onto the apron, grabbing the attention of both Ocampos and the referee. Kris Cruise: Kammi Keister!? I didn’t even know she was here tonight! While the ref yells at Kammi, Ocampos climbs down and tries to kick away at Kammi. While Ocampos is still distracted, Kimmi rolls back into the ring, rushes into the corner and shoves Ocampos off, sending her crashing against the guardrail! The ref looks out in shock while Ocampos remains motionless on the floor. Kris Cruise: Ocampos just violently crashed into the guardrail! She has to be hurt! Back inside, Kammi runs over across and tries to climb the turnbuckles. But Jackson reaches down and connects with a punch to the face, knocking her down. Kalli returns to her feet and rushes into the corner. She goes to shove Jackson off. But Jackson leaps over the oncoming Kalli. As soon as Jackson lands on his feet, Kimmi doubles him over with a kick between the legs before rolling him up in a small package. Kalli then rolls to the outside and claps her hands loudly, causing the ref to turn around. He thinks a tag has been made. As soon as he sees Jackson tied up in the small package, he slides over to make the count. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, THE KEISTERS! The boos continue as Kimmi rolls to the outside and celebrates the win with Kammi and Kalli. Meanwhile, the ref heads back to the outside to check on Ocampos. Kris Cruise: The Keisters have just stolen another victory! Stephy Auger: What do you mean? The Keisters told you all that Firing Squad couldn’t beat them if they were fresh and they just went out there and proved it! |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 22:00:07 GMT -5
The feed switches backstage where James Edwards stands resolutely in the interview area by himself. James Edwards: I didn't expect this fight to happen so soon, especially without a belt on the line but here we are. Me verses Kol, the match that should've happened months ago, but I'm kinda glad it didn't though if I'm being honest with y'all, because I wasn't ready. Edwards glances momentarily at the floor like a person reluctant to speak the truth. James Edwards: I've talked about this before, but my head wasn't clear last year. I wasn't myself. The guy who impressed one of the best promotions in the world to sign him didn't walk through the door. The jackass that did was whiny, unprincipled, and took his opportunities for granted. Edwards straightens his previously slouched posture. His face takes on a solemn disposition. James Edwards: And this is a helluva chance for me. It's not to stick one back to Kol or show MacDonald he is countin' me out way to soon. Nah, this is my chance to show y'all the real me. The guy who ain't afraid to hop on plane after plane to go around the world to fight the best; the two-time world champ; the fighter not afraid to work his way up from the bottom time and again. Most importantly, the son of a bitch who is too stubborn to know the meaning of the word quit. That's who Kol is gonna meet tonight, and he won't like the sudden change in me, I guarantee that. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 22:00:26 GMT -5
Vertigo comes back from commercial, the cameras panning around the arena to reveal hundreds of booing fans in the crowd. The camera team stops on a sign that says “Reap the Reapers!!! #Shootcamp!” -- the lights in the arena dimming down as the hard camera focuses on the two gentlemen in the ring.
Joey Perello and Ryder McKnight.
The resident FGA Reapers both have microphones in their hands, both men wearing their RIP cuts as they look around at the crowd. A small smirk forms on Perello’s face as he begins the microphone up to his lips, the lights in the building dimming down a smidge more.
Joey Perello: There are a lot of piss poor cities in this cesspool of a state, but Hershey, Pennsylvania has to be the worst one. You’re named after the worst brand of chocolate that there is, and your theme park is as overrated as the majority of the Vertigo roster.
Boos galore for Perello while Ryder stands to his side and laughs it up.
Joey Perello: But, there are two members of this roster that neither Ryder and I view as overrated. Can you people guess who those individuals are?
Perello stops for a moment to listen to the audience chanting the names of both Owen Gonsalves and Ace Watson. The RIP VP bumps Ryder’s shoulder and tells him “they’re smarter than I assumed” before he brings the microphone back up toward his lips.
Joey Perello: That is correct. The amazing duo known as Shootcamp. Many have wondered why we made them our targets, and tonight we give you the answer. We’ve heard about how great the tag team division in FGA is, and we decided that to make our mark...we have to take out the best team in this company. They may not hold the FGA Tag Team championships, but no one can deny the talent each of those men possesses. As we sat around and waited impatiently for FGA to book us in a match, we did some scouting, and what did we find? Simple…
The camera focuses in on Perello’s cold blue eyes.
Joey Perello: If we were going to get the fight that we wanted, the only two that we believed could deliver were Gonsalves and Watson. Can you imagine our disappointment on the last edition of Vertigo when we invited Shootcamp to come and make their mark before, during or even after our match with the Swole Mates? I went as far as to threaten the Shootcamp mascot, and still....nothing.
Perello shakes his head in disappointment.
Joey Perello: That made us wonder...were we wrong with our scouting? Is Shootcamp all talk and no action? Because if I remember correctly, Gonsalves had some intense words for us but has there been any action from their side? Of course not.
Ryder shrugs his shoulders and looks around the crowd.
Ryder McKnight: I don’t know, boss. I think the kid might just be all talk and no action. Which when you have a damn mascot for yourselves when you haven’t done sh*t to even give us a whiff to be impressed by….
Ryder smirks.
Ryder McKnight: ….Then I can’t even say that I’m surprised. Didn’t put up much of a fight when we came close to introducing you to Grim, but you was sure ready to open that big mouth of yours, weren’t ya? OoooHHhhhh, and I bet you felt so big and bad the moment you went to typing away on social media sites making people believe you are something that you are not.
The reaper walks around the ring looking out to the fans as they boo him
Ryder McKnight: What? You looking for a pat on the back for doing everything in your power BUT actually fighting for what you boys supposedly believe in and stand for?
Ryder walks over to a set of ropes and hangs over them as he studies the crowd.
Ryder McKnight: You know what I’ve noticed since arriving here in the good ol’ Frontier? A lot of you love to talk tough. Act tough. Act as if the words that come out of our mouth actually define who you are. You people come out here constantly lying to yourselves about just who the f**k you are. You aren’t a badass motherf**ker looking to do whatever it takes to get what you strive to achieve. If you people weren’t such bitches instead of what you act like you are, we wouldn’t be having this problem right about now. We wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths as making a mockery of your precious “Shootcamp”. You people brought this on your f**king selves. And then...Haha..And this kitty meow meow punk wants to open his damn mouth as if he’s going to do something? WELL, WHERE IS HE HUH? HUH?! Where the hell is he?!
McKnight looks around and laughs.
Ryder McKnight: Oh that’s right, he’s nowhere to be found. Because why? Because just like we figure, he’s all talk. Him, Ace and Tuck. All bark and no bite. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. What a disgrace.
Perello nods in agreement and goes to answer, only to be interrupted by "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day. The two Reapers inside the ring look toward the entrance ramp and see both Owen Gonsalves and Ace Watson making their way towards the ring! The crowd comes unglued while McKnight and Perello toss their microphones down to the mat and wave on the two members of Shootcamp!
Kris Cruise: Here we go, folks! Shootcamp is about to bring the fight to RIP right now!
Stephy Auger: You mean they’re about to get the crap kicked out of them, right?
Owen and Ace race down the entrance ramp and get right near the ringside area, but they’re stopped by a swarm of referees and security guards! Perello and McKnight chuckle at their two rivals struggling to get past the six referee’s and six security guards, both men continuing to egg the Shootcamp members on. Perello moves toward the microphone he dropped and picks it up, a scowl taking over his features as he looks out of the ring.
Joey Perello: You finally want to fight?! Let’s f***ing fight!
Perello tosses the microphone back down and slides out of the ring, only to be caught with a punch straight to the chin Owen Gonsalves! This enrages Perello even more and even sets Ryder off as he sides out of the ring and tries to jump over the referees and security team!
Kris Cruise: This is about to get ugly, people!
Stephy Auger: Not as ugly as Tuck, though!
More referee’s come dashing toward the ringside area, now having to stop both Shootcamp and RIP from killing one another! The four men shout obscenities at one another that the producers manage to beep out, over a dozen men and women now trying to hold both teams back!
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Stephy Auger: Yeah! Let Shootcamp get stomped out!
Kris Cruise: I doubt that’s what happens, Stephy! The Reapers seem to have ignited something serious in Owen and Ace!
Stephy Auger: And you think that’s not what they wanted?
The two teams continue trying to get at one another until Ryder pulls Joey P back and whispers something into his ear. Perello calms himself down and simply nods his head, both Reapers escaping through the crowd to jeers from the audience.
Kris Cruise: They’re running away, Stephy!
Stephy Auger: No, they’re not running away, Kris...they’re waiting.
McKnight and Perello continue their steady pace through the crowd, Owen and Ace still gesturing for both men to return and bring the fight. Ace even tries to hop the guardrail and go after the Reapers, but he’s stopped by a swarm of security guards before Vertigo cuts to another part of the arena.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 22:00:48 GMT -5
As the attention of the camera switches elsewhere, Spencer Burke is shown backstage at the Giant Center. Stood beside him are the duo of Neal Durden and Lowri Moss, both of whom are dressed in their respective ring attire and Pendragon t-shirts.
Spencer Burke: Neal, Lowri; later on in the main event, the two of you will be teaming up with Jimmy Page to take on The New Murder trio of Molly Reid, Jaelynn Ramsey, and Fenrys. Now, two weeks ago, you were eliminated from the gauntlet match to determine the number one contenders for the tag titles, following interference from Molly and Jaelynn, so would it be fair to assume that you’ll be out for revenge tonight?
Lowri gives a half-smile before speaking.
Lowri Moss: Well, firstly, Spencer, on the subject of things that happened two weeks ago, I’m surprised you’re not sick of the sight of me by now, considering that you saw me at least twice during the last show.
However, any sign of amusement soon fades from her face.
Lowri Moss: But to answer your question, Spencer, yeah, absolutely we want to get some payback - for Molly superkicking me from behind, and for Jae then preventing Neal from breaking up the pin, costing us our chance to earn a shot at the tag titles. And all that was after Molly had told the pair of us that if she wanted to hit someone, she would call them down to the ring to smack them in the face.
She casts a glance at Neal and then looks back to Spencer.
Lowri Moss: In retrospect though, I’m not at all surprised by what Molly and Jae did; different crows, same tactics.
Neal nods at what Lowri just said and gave a sigh before talking.
Neal Durden: Yet the fact of the matter is, they did what they set out to do. They did strike, but they must know that when I said the war is just beginning, I mean it.
Neal has an intense look on his eyes, and his tone of voice rises as he speaks.
Neal Durden: The New Murder has cost the both of us a lot in recent months. Why? Because of pettiness, because they feel like it, or better yet…because they fear we can succeed? Regardless of their reasons, what’s done is done and tonight…tonight we retaliate.
Lowri Moss: And we’ll leave none of our opponents in any doubt as to what we have the stones for.
Lowri and Neal see someone making their way towards them. Their body language relaxes a bit, as they see it’s Jimmy Page. Page gives them a greeting nod of his head.
Jimmy Page: Look, make no mistake, I want The New Murder as much as you guys do. Every moment I spend standing around talking about what I wanna do, I could be looking for those pieces of garbage; match be damned, y’know?
Page breaks eye contact for a moment, staring off into space. He lets out a sigh through his nostrils and looks back at Pendragon.
Jimmy Page: But, me being greedy in wanting to skin Dom Harter’s ass raw has shown me that I’m not alone in that respect. I’ve done some shit things in my time. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors. But let me tell you something about Dom Harter. Harter and The New Murder have done some things that would make me look like John the Baptist. He’s ruthless, he’s callous, he’s vindictive, and he will bully you...unless…
Page looks at the two of them with a stern glare in his eyes.
Jimmy Page: You stop him. Now tonight, you guys and I, we get a piece of this scum. Make no mistake about it, you guys don’t need to fight for me…
Page swallows and stands firm.
Jimmy Page: But I can’t watch my back forever, neither can you two. So, since I have some spots open for my little team for Steel Warfare...how about it?
Lowri and Neal exchange a glance, and when they both turn back to look at Page, a smile forms on Lowri’s face.
Lowri Moss: I think I speak for the both of us when I say that, you don’t need to ask us twice. If you want us on your team for Steel Warfare - if you want us to help you take down The New Murder - then we’re in.
Neal looks at Lowri and smirks.
Neal Durden: As if we needed much convincing to take on The New Murder.
Page acknowledges their reaction, gives a half smile, and then nods.
Jimmy Page: Good to know. Look, you don’t need to ask me if I got your back tonight or not. Consider it done for what it’s worth.
Page looks at them, silent for a moment with both hands in his black denim vest pockets. He snaps out of it then points his head towards his exit.
Jimmy Page: I’ll leave you guys alone, see you out there, and remember I’ll do whatever I can to make sure those idiots don’t screw you again. Thanks for listening…
Neal looks at Lowri with a reassured look on his face. He then lets out a chuckle before speaking.
Neal Durden: Looks like we’re not alone anymore.
Lowri Moss: I guess not.
Lowri turns back to the onlooking Spencer Burke.
Lowri Moss: Well, there’s a scoop for you: Jimmy Page has found two of his four partners for Steel Warfare. Now, Spencer, if you’ll please excuse us, I think the next match is Seth Iser versus Dickie - the Harter I actually like - and I want to make sure I don’t miss it.
The two members of Pendragon then walk off, and the scene cuts away.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 22:01:11 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Seth Iser vs. Dickie Harter J.A. Aldridge is standing in the ring while Dickie Harter stretches in the corner. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introucing first, already in the ring! From Wilmington, Delaware! Weighing in at 195 pounds… DICKIIIIIIIIEEEEEE HAAAARRRRRTEERRRRRR!!! The crowd cheers as Harter heads to the middle of the ring and dabs. Kris Cruise: We’ve got a return match on our hands next as Dikcie Harter steps back in the ring with Vertigo’s own Seth Iser! Stephy Auger: The second verse will be the same as the first, Cruise. Iser defeated him last November. Harter’s improved since then. He’s learned a bit. But he still doesn’t have the tools to beat Seth Iser! The lights dim down as the music begins to play. Soon enough, Seth Iser slowly walks through the curtain with that familiar scowl on his face. He absorbs the reaction he gets from the crowd as he slowly walks down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Vincent Moretti! Weighing in at 245 pounds… SEEEEEETTTHHHHHH IIIIIIIISERRRRRR!!! He then rolls underneath the bottom rope and performs a crucifix pose in the center of the ring which brings the lights back on. He then slinks to the corner in a seated position to await the bell. Kris Cruise: Stephy over here may have conveniently forgotten. But I didn’t and neither have these great fans. Vincent Moretti loaded Seth Iser’s elbow pad, which he clocked Harter with shortly thereafter to pick up the win. Unfortunately for Harter, he’s got to keep his eyes out for both the man inside the ring, as well as the man on the outside! The match begins with the crowd starting a small “LET’S GO, DICKIE!” chant, which gets a smile out of the SCCW standout. Iser seems unfazed by the chant while Moretti is clearly bothered. Both grapplers then make their way to the center of the ring and engage in a lockup. Iser quickly uses his strength advantage to hurl Harter into the corner. He then runs into the corner to attack. But Harter catches him with a back elbow to the face. He then moves Iser into the corner and unleashes a series of rapid knife edge chops. Once Harter finishes off the chops, Iser grabs him tosses him back into the corner and clocks him with a straight right hand that sends him slumping down in the corner. Stephy Auger: Harter thought those chops were going to do damage to Iser? He must have forgotten that his name is “Dickie”, not “Dom”, because he clearly doesn’t hit harder! The boos continue as Iser reaches down, pulls Harter back to his feet and launches him towards the center of the ring. After flying through the air, Harter flips and lands back-first on the mat. The SCCW standout howls in pain while he arches his back on the canvas. Once he turns over and gets back to his feet, Iser comes out of the corner and throws out a running big boot. But Harter’s able to duck the blow. When Iser turns around, the crowd cheers when he gets caught with more knife edge chops to the chest. He then goes for an irish whip. But Iser reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Harter returns, he slides through iser’s legs. When Iser turns around, Harter executes a headscissors takedown. He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . Iser shoves Harter off of him. As Iser gets back to a vertical base, Harter places him in a side headlock. After a series of blows to the ribs, Iser shoves Harter off into the ropes. Instead of coming back, Harter hangs onto the ropes. So Iser rushes over to attack. Harter then grabs the top rope before dropping down. But at the last second, Iser slams on the brakes and follows up with a stomp to the face. Stephy Auger: Harter thought Iser was going to fall for that old gag? Think again! The boos continue as he drags Harter towards the center of the ring and follows up with a jumping knee drop to the face. Iser then keeps his bulky knee brace pressed down across Harter’s face before grinding it across the face. Iser gets up, reaches down, pulls up Harter and doubles him over with three punches to the midsection. After heading into the ropes, Iser comes back and connects with a high knee lift, sending Harter stumbling back, falling through the ropes and landing on the apron. While Harter slowly pulls himself up, Iser marches over, turns Harter away from him, hooks his arms around the top rope, leans Harter back and beats the hell out of his chest with a series of clubbing strikes. He then unhooks Harter’s arms, drags him partially through the ropes and brings him down with a rope-hung hangman's neckbreaker. The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Harter gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: This match has been all Seth Iser thus far. Stephy Auger: Why do you sound so surprised? I already told you that this match would play out like it did last time. Iser picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter returns, he sees Iser setting up for a back body drop. So Harter flips over him for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Iser swings his arms wildly. Moretti is shouting at Iser to keep his balance. Once Iser regains his balance, he reaches down, grabs Harter by the neck with both hands and yanks him back to his feet before tossing him back into the corner. Iser runs in the corner to attack. But he gets knocked back by a boot to the face. Harter then hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and brings him down with a diving Meteora! He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Iser kicks out. Harter picks up Iser and sets him up for a double underhook sitout facebuster. But Iser counters with a back body drop, sending Harter over the top rope and to the apron. He then runs into the far ropes. When Harter gets back up, he quickly pulls down on the top rope, sending Iser tumbling over the top rope and to the outside. Kris Cruise: Now he sends Iser to the floor! Back in the ring, Harter runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Iser backwards into the guardrail with a suicide dive. He then rolls back inside before running into the far ropes. When he comes back, he leaps through the ropes and knocks Iser back with another suicide dive! Harter rolls back into the ring and waves his arms up and down to get the crowd hyped up. With the crowd at a fever pitch, Harter takes off into the far ropes. When he returns, he knocks Iser down with a handspring over the top rope moonsault! Kris Cruise: Harter takes out Iser! The tide has shifted significantly in this match, Stephy! Harter picks up Iser and rolls him back inside. He then rolls back inside and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Iser gets his shoulder up. Harter picks up Iser and whips him into the corner. After Iser crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles and stumbles back, Harter runs into the corner and connects with a springboard corkscrew roundhouse kick. While Iser is dazed, Harter runs up from behind before bringing him down with a standing sitout Shiranui! He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Iser gets his shoulder up. Harter picks up Iser and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring, connects with double running knees in the corner and follows up with a corner springboard Tornado DDT! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Iser gets his shoulder up. Harter picks up Iser and whips him into the ropes. When Iser returns, Harter leaps up for Dicked Down (frankensteiner). But Iser counters with a sitout powerbomb! ONE! . . TWO!
. . T-NO! Harter gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Iser nearly had Harter beat after that counter. Iser picks up Harter, scoops him up across his shoulder, runs into the corner and drops him face-first across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. As Harter staggers out of the corner, Iser runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he flattens Harter with a running big boot! He drops down and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . TH-NO! Harter gets his shoulder up. Stephy Auger: I’m shocked that Harter still has the wherewithal to get his shoulder up after that boot to the face. As Iser slowly picks up Harter, Harter begins to nail him with rights and lefts to the body. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Harter returns, Iser throws him across the ring with a release belly to belly suplex. While Harter writhes in pain, Iser returns to his feet and holds his arm out, signaling for the Injection of Poison (Mandible Claw). Once Harter returns to his feet and turns around, Iser goes to shove his middle and ring finger into Harter’s mouth. But Harter reaches out, grabs Iser’s wrist with both hands and struggles to keep him at bay. The two grapplers struggle back and forth for control until Harter counters with a jumping single arm DDT! While the ref checks in on Harter, Iser rolls over towards the ropes. While Iser guards his arm, Moretti slips a forward object from out of his pocket and goes to load Iser’ elbow pad with it. Kris Cruise: What was that!? Stephy Auger: What was what? Kris Cruise: Moretti just loaded Iser’s elbow pad again! Stephy Auger: Are you sure? I can’t see anything. Kris Cruise: Of course you can’t! The crowd boos upon seeing this. But the boos soon turn to cheers when Tyler Storm marches down the aisle. Stephy Auger: Oh look, it’s the Ringo Starr of Shootcamp. What the heck does he want? Shouldn’t he be doing his job and dog sitting Tuck? Storm grabs Moretti by the shoulder, spins him around towards and points an accusatory finger. Storm continues to yell at Moretti while Iser slowly gets back to his feet. Iser turns and sees Storm stalking Moretti around the ring. Before Iser can turn his attention back to his opponent, Harter runs up from behind and brings him down with an O’Connor Roll into a bridging prawn hold! ONE!
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. . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, DICKIE HARETR! Iser sits up in shock as Harter gets his arm raised in victory. The looks on Iser’s face soon changes from shock to anger as he looks over and locks eyes with Storm. Kris Cruise: Dickie Harter just pulled off a huge upset win over Seth Iser! Stephy Auger: This is an outrage! Tyler Storm had no business being out here and you know it! • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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