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Post by FGA Office on Aug 23, 2018 22:48:11 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:29:17 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where Manchester roars at the sight of the four Grapplers before them; the team of Pendragon: Lowri Moss and Neal Durden, the former Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Sadie San Francisco, and the man that had assembled the team, Jimmy Page. We pan out a bit, revealing Jessie Pederson, who looks between the competitors with a faint smile. Jessie Pederson: Guys. Good evening. Glad I was able to get all of you together this evening because I wanted to see where your heads were at as a team… as a unit heading into Steel Warfare at A New Odyssey. Jimmy Page: Honestly, I’m not that worried; Anxious, but not worried, I can’t afford to be worried about The New Murder. I’ve been so numb to them that this just feels like it was inevitable. I want it to end, I want to move on, and I want The Murder to die off like the weeds they are. If anything, I’m impatient. I want that night to come where the people of Montreal get to see the end of this harsh chapter the New Murder have written. I’m just glad I’ve got people on my side who want to see this terrible story end too. And for that, I’m grateful. Page steps away from the mic, his arms folded over his chest as he peers in Sadie’s direction to let her speak. Sadie San Francisco: Heads are where they need to be at. We’ve had the same goal since before we even thought we’d have to come together— before Steel Warfare was even announced. And we’re gonna see that out. Sadie’s gaze drifts toward Neal Durden before falling on Lowri Moss. There is an awkward pause between the two before Sadie turns away and Lowri turns toward Jessie. Sending the awkwardness of the situation, Neal took a step forward. Neal Durden: What Sadie said is right. So far The New Murder have been a thorn on the side of each one of us here. There’s nothing more we would want than to get rid of them, more than titles... Neal gave a stare to both Sadie and Lowri before continuing. Neal Durden: We want them gone. After Steel Warfare, we can all return to whatever goals we had before. But right now, our heads are set in finishing our business with The New Murder. Jessie Pederson: Now… Lowri, Sadie, just two weeks ago you were involved in an incredible main event triple threat match for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship… New Hampshire pops at the recollection! Jessie Pederson: ...and although Jae Ramsey is the one that walked away as the new Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… ”BOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jessie Pederson: ...you are both in a rematch tonight. Now, being on the same team with the stakes as high as they are, doesn’t all this make things awkward? Lowri casts an eye towards Saide, before exchanging a glance with Neal, and then looking back to Jessie. Lowri Moss: I don't think so, Jessie. Neal and I have competed against each other in tournaments a couple of times, and we've never had any issues teaming together afterwards. I mean, last summer we were opponents in the first round of the Rookie X Cup, and then literally less than a week later, we were partners in Dynamic Duos - and we won. She looks in Sadie's direction once more. Lowri Moss: So whatever happens in our match later, I don't think it'll make things awkward between me and Sadie come Steel Warfare. While we might both want the same thing tonight, we both want the same thing at A New Odyssey as well. The audience buzzes loudly as the two members of Team Page look at one another. Sadie turns toward Jessie, smiling faintly. Sadie San Francisco: Whatever we have to settle between ourselves and the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship-- that’s settled tonight. The New Murder’s not gonna be lucky enough to catch us at each other's throats. We give you our word on that. Jessie Pederson: There’s one thing that’s been on my mind as of late however, and I hope you could answer this for me: There’s only four of you going into Steel Warfare and you need one more member. Everyone’s been asking who your fifth teammate is… can you give us a hint? Jessie places the microphone near Page who stares at her. He thinks for a moment, then uncharacteristically smirks. He looks at the others, who zip their lips and give Page a knowing glance. His eyes drift from each of the current three members of his team before Page walks off, and the others follow. Jessie stands there, pondering what that odd silence meant... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:29:51 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
 SNHU Arena
Manchester, NH • Singles Match •
Aria Eckhart vs. Noah Ortega Aria controlled the match early with a pair of hip tosses and arm drags. A snapmare, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head allowed the Darling to make the cover. But she only got a count of two. As the match continued, an Eckhart irish whip was reversed, sending the Darling into the corner. Ortega ran over to attack. But Eckhart countered with a back elbow to the face. After a spinning back kick to the midsection knocked him back and doubled him over, Eckhart brought him down with a springboard sunset flip for another two count. Eckhart then took control of Ortega and sent him into the ropes with an irish whip. When Ortega returned, Eckhart brought him down with The Prettyslam (snap scoop powerslam) for another two count. In the second minute, Eckhart brought Ortega down with a leg hook reverse STO. She then brought him back to his feet before bringing him back down with The Chicago Cross (twisting wrist-lock inverted double underhook facebuster) for the three count! Aria Eckhart def. Noah Ortega via The Chicago Cross (2:30) Our Vertigo feed shifts back from commentary to ringside to catch Aria Eckhart standing in the center of the ring following her match still attired in ring gear… Aria began to make her way to the ring ropes in order to take a bright green Vertigo branded microphone from one of the stagehands. Eckhart appeared to look extremely distressed about something. Anyone could tell there was a lot weighing on the mind of FGA’s Darling. Aria Eckhart: I’m just gonna say it….I messed up big time last week, guys. As Aria spoke another stagehand gracefully placed her pet Paradox The Parrot on her shoulder. Paradox The Parrot: REEEEOW! *SQUAWK* Eckhart side-eyed Paradox. Aria Eckhart: I told you this morning you’re not a cat, Paradox. When will this rebellious phase end?? Rolling her eyes, Aria turned her attention back to the masses seated in the arena for this particular Vertigo which was sure to be action packed as the night progressed. Aria Eckhart: Anyway, two weeks ago in Rochester, New York I crossed the line. And a lot of the people who’ve stuck with me...even since the RISE days...had to see me act in a way I.. Struggling to find the words, Eckhart lowered the microphone for a moment while shaking her head in disappointment... Aria Eckhart: As RISE Champion I used that platform to say that the kids who wanna watch this don’t need to be rude like everyone else to get ahead. But two weeks ago I betrayed those words. With another sigh, Aria pointed towards the tron. Aria Eckhart: This is too much… A video taping of the events that transpired in the parking lot on Vertigo episode number forty-eight began to play for everyone in New Hampshire to see. As the tape came to an end Aria looked towards the camera while biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were a bit red. Aria Eckhart: I’m sorry, guys. I know Rori said it was only self defense but I keep feeling as if I let you all down. That’s not what anyone who looks up to me needs to see. There’s already so much violence going on in the world.. Aria took another pause. Aria Eckhart: This is- Eckhart is interrupted mid-thought as “Baker Street” begins to blare through the speakers. She looks towards the ramp, and sure enough Piper Lennon comes ambling out moments later. Lennon has her trademark Polaroid camera strapped around her neck and is twirling a microphone in her hand as she walks down the ramp. After signaling with her free hand to cut the music, she frowns. Piper Lennon: Oh, no baby, what are you doing? She asks, cocking her head. Rather than follow up on that thought immediately, she lets it sit in the air for a bit as she finishes making her way down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring. Sitting cross-legged in the ring a few feet away from Aria, she rests her chin on her free hand. Piper Lennon: You’re doing that whole denial thing again, you were making soooo much progress too. A light sigh as she sits up. Piper Lennon: Nobody’s judging you here, it’s okay to admit that you got a little tingly in your lady parts trying to bash my face in-- letting that rage out again after it had been so long. It’s not healthy to carry on with the burden of trying to be something you’re not, you know? She quirks a brow. Piper Lennon: Ignore those kids and 57 year old dudes in your shirts right now, just look me in the eye-- She clears her throat, as Aria is clearly uncomfortable with the path this is taking and is trying to look away. Piper Lennon: -- look me in the eye, and let’s deal with this individual to individual. Actually, hold on again, this look on your face right now is amazing. Holding a finger up, Piper then snaps a polaroid of Aria and holds it in her free hand. Piper Lennon: It’s a look of someone who doesn’t want to confront the truth about themselves. And I really want you to be able to see this picture when it’s all said and done, because after we step in that ring at A New Odyssey? And you just let yourself get lost in the moment, when I help guide you to let your more uh, base instincts take over? You’re gonna feel so good man, you won’t even recognize the flinchy girl in this picture. Piper starts to pace back and forth in place, before turning on her heel. Piper Lennon: But in the meantime? Come on, let’s see if you can find your real self again instead of moping around and apologizing for doing something you clearly felt compelled to do. Once again, just focus on me, don’t focus on them … you’re agitated, so tell me what it is you want to do to me at A New Odyssey. The fans began to stir up emotionally in anticipation to see whether or not the mentally manipulative Piper Lennon would be able to break Aria down from the inside once again...and have her do something that contradicts her morals. Aria Eckhart: Ugh...Piper, when I first got drafted by Flashpoint I said I wanted to compete for the fans, and set an example. How can I stop paying attention to everyone out there wearing my shirts? Expecting me to lead by example? Taking yet another pause...Aria continued. Aria Eckhart: I’m not a phony! Piper Lennon: Make sure to really enunciate and that you’re facing the hard cam when you say that, if you wanna really make sure people believe it-- put some bass behind it. Piper quickly chimed in, intimidating that Aria is acting. Aria Eckhart: I’m not Piper! ….And ever since I’ve gotten to Vertigo you’ve made it clear that you wanna make my time here miserable...And that just makes me want to...It makes me so... Aria began to ball up both of her fists in anger. Piper Lennon: Makes you … come on you’re almost there. Lennon gesticulates as if she’s trying to lead Eckhart in the right direction. Aria Eckhart: No!Eckhart said passionately opening her palms up once again. Aria Eckhart: No...I’m not going to give you what you want, Piper! I’ll tell you what. At A New Odyssey I’m gonna do things the way I’ve always done them…..by out wrestling you the right way in front of that girl right there with the #BeYourself shirt, and in front of all the people you have the power to change for the worst. I won’t let you become a bad example for people like that girl! So, Piper, I’m done with you pulling my strings. I’m done with you trying to dig up my past mental health problems! Aria said, hinting at the fact that there may have been underlying issues she’s had growing up that only the ultra talented Piper Lennon seemed to know about. Aria Eckhart:...Get ready to do things my way for once! Following the strong rebuttal by Eckhart, Piper seems a bit caught off guard that Aria showed the self-restraint to fire up without losing her cool. After a moment, she collects herself and wryly smiles trying to play it off as she shakes her head, mouthing “we’ll see, we’ll see”. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:30:11 GMT -5
Susan Kent, Kendra Hollis, and Dana are backstage at the SNHU Area.
Dana: So if you go with the game plan I laid out, no doubt you'll win again tonight.
Susan Kent: It's a tag match Dana.
Dana: I know that, but that doesn't mean you move away from what has made you successful lately, and this is also a great opportunity to scout, Flavia, I think you need to let her wrestle a large portion of the match that way you can learn her style before you wrestle her at New Odyssey.
Kendra Hollis: At that match is very important, it gives you more attention and a win puts you in line for a future title match, and that will only increase your profile further.
Susan Kent: Let me get through this match first, then we can worry about New Odyssey...
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:30:29 GMT -5
The film quality is grainy, evident as soon as our scene switches to what’s evidently a pre-recorded video. Though the scenery is difficult to distinguish, it’s clear we’re outside— a row of brick houses and trees which struggle to blossom make up the background, for the little that’s visible.
The camera finally comes into focus after moments of shaking. Immediately we see Ashlyn De Luca of the Chaotics, standing in a field, the World Tag Team Championship belt at her feet.
Ashlyn De Luca: We just wanted to make sure we could be heard. Clearly. Loudly. Without interruptions…
She turns the camera a bit, pointing it to Logan Alexander, who stands a short distance away from her.
Logan Alexander: Seems like it’s tough to get a word in nowadays. So perhaps a change of venue was in order.
Ashlyn steps in front of the lens so both of the Chaotics are in view. She narrows her eyes into the camera before speaking again.
Ashlyn De Luca: When it comes to the Chaotics… when it comes to us, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. It’s-- I dunno-- it’s aggravating when you think that 2017 was such a cherry year for Big Guns and De Lucz, but then this year we’ve had this monkey on our backs named… Smart Style.
Ashlyn grimaces just saying their names, shaking her head a bit.
Ashlyn De Luca: And yoo.. I dunno what it is about you guys that just gets to me. I dunno what happened to make you feel so entitled— so [BEEP] smug. But whatever claim you think you have to the Tag Team Titles, whatever you thought Grapple Kingdom 2 was gonna be…
Logan Alexander: It won’t be. Cause all the fun and games are coming to an end.
He raises his left hand, holding up his fingers.
Logan Alexander: Four months. You two have been chasing after us with something to prove, because you couldn’t swallow the fact that we beat you cleanly on our way to claiming the Dynamic Duos tournament. You pestered us to get a tag title shot that you didn’t deserve… and ended up getting a result that you did. Now, you two get what you’ve been pining for. A one on one match with us… for these.
He takes hold of the camera and angles it down to get a shot of both World Tag Team Championship belts. The view lingers there for a few moments before coming back up to focus on the champs again.
Ashlyn De Luca: Mmmmmmmbuuuut yet again-- not gonna be what you thought.
Ashlyn looks up from her belt and up toward the camera with a smirk, though the bitterness was still evident in her eyes.
Ashlyn De Luca: Outwrestling you doesn’t get the point across. Hell-- outwrestling the rest of the tag team division doesn’t even get the point across, so at this point, the only thing left to do is fight. And that sounds like a cliche, but that’s where we’re at now. You guys don’t want a wrestling match. Made that clear ages ago. You wanted chaos? We’ll oooblige.
Logan Alexander: Because for four months, we have been holding a grudge. You two took our moment from us at the anniversary show. At Grapple Kingdom… we are taking yours.
The camera angles down away from the Chaotics one last time, a fleeting image of the FGA World Tag Team Championships being the final image before we cut to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:30:53 GMT -5
Darkness. But from the darkness a figure emerges, who to the average wrestling fan who pays attention only to the western works of the craft, is an unknown man. But to those who venture and are aware of what's going on outside of the western hemisphere, this man belongs to the sister promotion of Frontier Grappling Arts. This man, is Mitsuo Shimada. There's a hellacious reception of cheers that echo from the main arena, obviously those in attendance have paid attention to what's been going on in Japan. They know who this man is that stands in the darkness. Draped on his shoulder is his coveted KAMIKAZE Pro Gatekeeper title, a title that he wears proudly. He shuffles it up his shoulder, a smirk on his lip as his eyes meets the camera. He wears his Dogs of War jersey and on the top of his head lays a cap, also Dogs of War owned. Shimada: We've been doing for quite some time now, haven't we Chris? FRIDAY 28TH ARPIL, 2017 We return back to the original scene, a grin on the face of Shimada as he's re reminded of events that took place almost a year ago now. Shimada: Because I chose you, Chris. I chose you because of what you represent, because of who you are and what you've become. You're not just a professional wrestler - no, you've become more than just that. Your name has become iconic. 'Mayhem' Chris Madison. A career that's spanned two decades and in those years you've buried names far into the ground, names that were legendary in their own rights but are now forgotten. They're just names. Names that you've made sure were forgotten in time. You are, to a lot of people - the greatest to ever step foot inside the four sided ring. You are the man who can't be beaten. The man who made Four Corners Wrestling the promotion it is today. The man who took that Pride championship and made it mean something. And a man who's doing the very same here in Frontier Grappling Arts. You've got that Pride title and you've made it more prestigious than any other title in the company's ranks. You've made it important and whilst many would tell that they want that Undisputed title, a lot more would tell you that they want to strip you of the title you possess. You are, without a shadow of a doubt the most important figure the company has. But that's about to change. WEDNESDAY 11TH MAY, 2017 Shimada: You came to my promotion, Chris. You came to New Japan Fighting Championship and you tried to replicate what you've done all over the world in my back garden. And you thought I was going to just let that slide? Whilst I admit, you've earned my respect. You've remained there even through it's most turbulent and again, people have left and abandoned the place that I can call home. You can understand my frustration though, can't you? You can understand my annoyance when talent from all over the world come to Japan and when it doesn't work out, they decide to leave because they haven't got what it takes, or because things get too hard. You, you haven't done that. Despite your failure to capture that NJFC World title, you remain there with your brothers of dPEEg and you've honored your claim of being a regular talent there. That, I can respect. But what I can't respect Chris, is people like you getting put over time and time again when people like me, people who grew up in the Dojo of Dragons learning under the greats that came before me, are pushed aside and shunned for people, like you. You don't understand the struggle. You don't understand the grief. You, are granted opportunity after opportunity. That's all you've accomplished. And each time, you've failed. But I won't hold that against you, Chris. That's not what this is about. This is about proving that I am, better than you. The great Chris Madison. You've beaten me once. I own up to that because you were the better man on the night. But a lot has changed since then. I've changed since then. And as you can see, I'm one of the most sought out wrestlers in the world right now - I did that! I did that by myself and that's what brings me here. Your management, they needed a challenge for you. They needed someone who could come in and beat you and tarnish everything you've worked so hard to create. So they brought me in because they know, I'm the man for the job. Because there's no one in professional wrestling that wants to beat you more than me. And on the 3rd of March, that's exactly what I'm doing. A New Odyssey will be the beginning of the end, for Chris Madison. The scene then fades to black. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:36:05 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Tyler Storm vs. Ria Escárcega Storm controlled the match earlier with knife edge chops. Escárcega tried to fight back with chops of her own. But she was quickly cut off by a hard European Uppercut that dropped her to the mat. An irish whip then sent her into the ropes. Upon her return, Storm dropped her again. This time, with a jumping knee strike! He dropped down into the lateral press for the cover. But he only got a two count. As the match continued, Storm brought Escárcega down with a swinging neckbreaker. He then circled the downed SCCW standout before stomping on each limb. After stomping on Escárcega’s right leg, he tried to turn her over into a Texas Cloverleaf. But Escárcega reached up and raked him across the eyes. Escárcega found her opening and quickly took attacked with clubbing strikes to the back. She then slammed Storm face-first into the top turnbuckle before applying a foot choke. She released the choke just before the ref reached “five” before stomping Storm down in the corner. Escárcega stepped back towards the center of the ring, then ran forward and squashed Storm with a running crossbody. She then dragged Storm out of the corner and made the cover. But she only got a count of two. In the fourth minute, Storm reversed an irish whip, sending Escárcega into the ropes. When she returned, she saw Storm setting up for a back body drop. So she countered with a hard knee lift that knocked him down. She then followed up with a standing reverse somersault senton before making the cover. But again, she only got a two count. Escárcega grabbed control of Storm and sent him into the ropes with an irish whip. Instead of bouncing into the ropes and coming back, Storm used the momentum to knock Escárcega down with the Hardcastle Treatment (springboard roundhouse kick). He then brought Escárcega down again. This time, with a bicycle kick to the face. Storm targeted the head once more. He brought Escárcega back to her feet and lifted him up onto his shoulders… only to slam her down with authority using an Alabama Slam. He dropped down and made the cover. But Escárcega was just able to get her shoulder up in time. So Storm pulled her back to her feet, doubled her over with a kick to the midsection and hit the ropes. When he returned, he brought her down with a scissors kick to the back of the head. Storm pulled Escárcega up from behind, lifted her up onto his shoulders once more and then brought her down with the Eye of the Storm (Electric Chair Driver) for the three count. Tyler Storm def. Ria Escárcega via Eye of the Storm (5:08) • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:37:04 GMT -5
The Vertigo feed cuts and switches to an isolated area in the rear of the SNHU Arena. Standing in front of a backdrop of rolling production cases and a solid concrete wall, Chris Madison looked down at the floor as he rubbed his hands together, dressed in his street clothes - a pair of blue jeans, a black licensed FGA t-shirt, and a baseball cap with the rim pulled low. The FGA Pride Championship rested over his shoulder.
Chris Madison: A New Odyssey is around the corner and to say that the Pride Championship picture is muddy would be puttin’ it mildly.
Madison lifts his head slowly, his eyes catching up with the camera that was affixed to him.
Chris Madison: Tonight I’m surrounded by three people who are champin’ at the bits to get their opportunity to challenge me for the Pride Championship in this clusterf*** of a tag team match. Tonight I have Kol in my corner with James Edwards and Fujiko Mine standin’ on the other side of the ring. In a few weeks, the three of them will fight with every ounce of will in them to earn a shot at my title in the same night. But before we get there, I have to survive tonight...
His eyes pierce the camera lens as he slightly squints without showing any other emotion.
Chris Madison: Honestly, I don’t know what to expect tonight. Edwards and Fujiko, they're dyin’ to prove that they belong in the conversation - Edwards the consummate underdog and Fujiko with her recent shortcomings. But perhaps the most important cog in this wheel, Kol… You see, as partners, I’m puttin’ a lot of faith in him that he’ll have my back out there tonight and we’ll get through this tag match on top. I’m expectin’ him to want to go out there, pick up some steam with a win over his other two opponents and push forward directly to A New Odyssey. But I’m not stupid and neither is he. Right now, he’s got a devil and an angel sittin’ on opposite shoulders tryin’ to convince him how tonight plays out. He’s weighin’ whether a win in this match means more than leavin’ me hangin’ out to dry. He could easily just let Fujiko and Edwards have their way, bank on bein’ able to beat them in their triple threat match, and pick up the remainin’ pieces. The ball is in his court…
Madison’s head swayed from side to side.
Chris Madison: …and that’s the most frustratin’ part of all of this - the lack of control. One on one, I know that none of the three of them have what it takes to survive a Pride Rules match against me - they’re not built for that kind of war. But at A New Odyssey, it’s not that simple. We have yet to see how this tag match plays out and at the pay per view there’s the wild card to factor in… my match with Mitsuo Shimada. Between the two hurdles, there’s a good chance that I’m not walkin’ into the title defense at one hundred percent. But I can’t let that deter me. I can’t let that be a factor in the title defense, I can’t wrestle a match against someone as talented as Mitsuo Shimada with that in the back of my head, and I can’t hesitate to put my trust in Kol here tonight. I’ve worked too damn hard to not only win the Pride Championship, but give it the kind of champion that could resurrect it back to its former glory!
Madison gritted his teeth as he clutched the Pride Championship belt. He looked down at it for a moment, breaking eye contact with the camera for moment.
Chris Madison: No matter how rocky the road is, no matter how many obstacles are in my way, I’m bull rushin’ through it all and keepin’ this championship where it belongs. Kol, he looks like he’s built for this… Edwards is that heart warmin’ underdog story that people could just buy into… Fujiko thinks she could do a better job elevatin’ this belt… All their hopes and dreams are built on chance. Just because they believe doesn’t necessarily mean it’s true. Chris Madison IS the FGA Pride Division!!! That’s a fact and has been for over a year now - ever since I set my sights on the title. And I ain’t through just yet!!!
Madison’s ferocity shines as he glares at the camera crew before the feed cuts away.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:37:24 GMT -5
Just seconds before the Reapers in Pride match with Flavia Rocha and Susan Kent, Joey Perello is spotted near the gorilla position taping up his wrists. Ryder McKnight is nowhere in sight, but Spencer Burke moves toward the RIP Vice President anyway with a microphone in hand and questions in mind.
Spencer Burke: Um, Joey…
Perello looks up with a stoic gaze and waves Spencer away with his right hand.
Joey Perello: No, Spencer. I don’t feel like talking about Shootcamp any longer. I’m sick of talking about Shootcamp. Want to know a fun fact?
Perello finishes taping his hands and wrists and tosses the tape onto the nearest equipment crate.
Joey Perello: I have already spoken more in the few months that I’ve been here than I have publically in my first run here and during my entire tenure as general manager in another promotion. And what have I been speaking about? Shootcamp.
Perello spits on the ground.
Joey Perello: Shootcamp this, Shootcamp that and as of this moment? That is done. Week in and week out we ask those schmucks to bring the fight to us, and what have we gotten?
Perello shakes his head.
Joey Perello: Nothing. Nothing at all. I am glad the match was made when it was because now there will be no excuses. No referee’s to hold them back. No bullsh** comments about having a previous match so they were already weak. Two teams...one unstoppable force. That force? It is not the blank firing Shootcamp…
Suddenly, a glove covered hand touches Spencer Burke’s shoulder, causing the FGA correspondent to turn around and see Ryder McKnight.
Ryder McKnight: That force Spence is...Is us. The Reapers. Grim’s proud workers doing the good lord’s work.
McKnight grins down at the frightened Bure.
Ryder McKnight: Why that face? You...You don’t like the sound of the Reapers doing the good Lord’s work? C’mon. Don’t be like that pal. No long faces. There’s nothing wrong with it! Hell...You know they wrote about us in the bible.
He drapes his arm around Spencer facing Joey.
Ryder McKnight: Yeah no sh*t. The Horsemen. Ever heard of them?
Spencer Burke: Are you trying to compare your criminal--
McKnight holds up a finger.
Ryder McKnight: Club. We are a club, Spence. And Shootcamp, Spence...Is a joke. From top to bottom. Even Joey’s dopple dangler is a freaking joke. Ha ha ha. Funny. Joke. Then look at us...A real band of merry fellows looking to right this world of the disease that pollutes it. In other words...The jokes of the world.
Perello nods his head and slaps Spencers on the shoulder.
Joey Perello: One by one, team by team, every joke in the entire tag team division will get a visit from the Reaper. And soon enough? This promotion will no longer be called Frontier Grappling Arts. It will be dubbed Reaperville.
Perello shoots Spencer a wink and moves through the curtain to make his entrance for the upcoming match. Ryder laughs.
Ryder McKnight: And wouldn’t you love to take a trip to Reaperville?
Not letting Spencer reply, Ryder laughs and follows Perello through the curtain.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:38:34 GMT -5
• Tag Team Match •
Reapers In Pride vs. Flavia Rocha & Susan Kent RIP ran over and attacked Rocha and Kent before the bell sounded. Kent was recklessly tossed through the ropes to the outside by McKnight. As Kent landed on the outside, she crumbled to the floor after rolling her ankle. Back inside, Perello quickly snatched Rocha by the back of the back of the neck and brought her into the corner. From there, he unleashed a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body before capping off the attack with a right hook that rocked the Brazilian. The VP of RIP moved out of the way for McKnight, who applied a foot choke in the corner. The ref’s count reached five. But Mcknight would not break it! The ref then scolded Mcknight until Perello got uncomfortably close to the ref’s face and dared him to disqualify them. Once McKnight finally let go, he grabbed Rocha and sent her flying out of the corner with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Both members of RIP then made their way to the center of the ring, where Rocha was yanked off the mat and whipped into the ropes. When she returned, RIP threw her down hard with a double spinebuster! Perello dropped down and made the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! The crowd came to life when Rocha shot her shoulder up off the mat. McKnight cocked his side to the side on the apron while Perello gave the ref a look of disbelief. As the match continued, Perello tagged back out to McKnight, who put the boots to Rocha. On the outside, Kent tried to pull herself up using the edge of the apron. But as soon as she put pressure on her ankle, she collapsed back to the floor. Back inside, RIP hit Rocha with the East Side Clap (bearhug/jumping hook kick combination) for a two count. After tagging back out to Perrello, RIP picked up Rocha and whipped her into the ropes. When she returned, RIP delivered a pop up flapjack for another two count. After McKnight is tagged back in, he hoists Rocha up onto his shoulders while Perello goes for a flying superman punch. But Rocha ducks before turning around on McKnight’s shoulders and bringing him down with a hurricanrana. After returning to her feet, she runs at Perello, who tries to take her head off with a lariat. But Rocha ducks and heads into the ropes. When Perello turns around, Rocha knocks him down with the Lip Buster (Flying Chuck)! McKnight then gets caught with Face Meets Mat (jumping DDT)! With both members of RIP momentarily down, Rocha turns over and begins crawling towards her corner. The crowd is rallying behind the Brazilian as she scratches and claws towards her corner. On the outside, we see Kent trying to pull herself up onto the apron. But as she tries to push herself up on the apron, her ankle gives out and she crumbles to the floor just as Rocha dives over to make the tag. RIP, now back to their feet, quickly pounce on Rocha with several stomps. They then drag Rocha back to the center of the ring, lift her up and deliver Reaped (powerbomb into a jumping neckbreaker combination). Perello makes the cover for the three count. Reapers in Pride def. Flavia Rocha & Susan Kent via Reaped (7:10) |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:39:07 GMT -5
As Chris Madison and his manager Frankie Morrison are speaking to one another, a knock on the door causes them to end their conversation abruptly. Morrison then moves towards the door before opening it, letting out a “hmm” as he looks at the person who was knocking. It’s none other than Madison’s partner for the night, Kol. Kol: Well, are you going to let me in or not? I’d like to speak to my partner before our tag team match. Chris Madison: It’s alright Frankie, let him in. Morrison steps out of the doorway, clearing a path for Kol to walk into the room - but not without giving him a quick once over. Chris Madison: I’m all ears… Kol: Good, because the last thing I needed today was a back and forth. You know damn well both members of the other team are getting in the ring with me soon enough. And only one of us is going to end up facing you for that championship. I intend on that person being me. But tonight, whatever differences we might end up having need to be put aside. I highly doubt you want to go into the PPV with a loss and neither do I. Kol then looks over at Frankie before looking back at Chris. Kol: Tonight, I want to make sure that we don’t get into pointless arguments during the match. People expect us to be the team that blows up and I’ve seen countless teams do that when there’s a....prize the two both want. You have my back and I have yours. And I assure you, when I have your back I HAVE YOUR BACK. Fujiko Mine already knows she can’t beat you, so I’d obviously expect her to try and find any ways to weaken you, just in case she survives me. James Edwards already has a short fuse, so who knows what he’d try to do? Kol chuckles. Kol: And I’m very sure that they’re both gonna be very focused on me tonight...so you might want to take advantage of that whenever you’re tagged in. Madison nods his head, leaning back in the steel folding chair he sat in. Chris Madison: So that’s the big pep talk kid? Well I’m glad to hear that you have my back. Regardless of what’s down the road, we both have to get through tonight. Fujiko and Edwards are goin’ to be just as focused on me as they will you. These last few weeks have been about gettin’ a leg up on each other and provin’ that they’re the one that belongs in the title match against me at A New Odyssey. You don’t think pickin’ up a pinfall or submission over me is goin’ to be the overall goal for those two? They’ve got their match with you - that’s guaranteed. An opportunity against me is not. The New Yorker smiles as he looks at the Pride champion. Kol: I guess we’ll have to wait and see. He then turns and begins walking out of the locker room before taking a look back at his partner for tonight. Kol: I’ll see you out there, partner. Chris Madison: Just make sure you handle your own out there and there should be no reason we’re not havin’ our hands raised by the end of this thing. Kol looks over to Frankie afterwards, giving him a small nod before exiting the locker room. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:39:29 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Seth Iser vs. Velma Jones Iser starts off the match by rocking Jones with a straight right. He then knocks her down with a European Uppercut. After pulling Jones back to her feet, Iser sends her into the ropes with an irish whip. When Jones returns, she dives at Iser. But Iser catches her in mid air, backs up and drops her across the top rope with a Stun Gun. He makes the cover. But he only gets two. In the third minute, Iser brings Jones into the corner and delivers a snake eyes in the corner, followed by a running big boot for a count of two. Iser begins to toy with Jones, tossing her across the ring with a pair of release German Suplexes and a pair of release Belly to Belly Suplexes. Jones peels Jones off the mat and hits her with three jabs. He goes to follow up with a discus clothesline. But Jones ducks. When Iser turns around, Jones knocks him back with a discus lariat. She then knocks Iser back with a dropkick, then a second, then a third. She then brings Iser down with a springboard tornado DDT. After Iser rolls to the outside in the fifth minute, Moretti kneels down next to his client with his back turned to the ring. Moretti is able to reach into his pocket, grab a roll of quarters and slip them into Iser’s hand. As Moretti helps up Iser, Jones runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a suicide dive. But Iser blasts her with the roll of quarters in mid air. Iser then rolls Jones back inside, slides back in, picks her up, places her in a front facelock and plants her with the Deprivation DDT for the three count. Seth Iser def. Velma Jones via Deprivation DDT (6:09) |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:40:03 GMT -5
Backstage, the SNHU arena is alive with staff and stagehands fluttering to and fro to keep the show running smoothly. The cameraman holds the camera steady, passing through the people until a target is found. Fujiko Mine. The crowd cheers loudly as they see the Raven haired former Pride champion, but she doesn’t seem to have time to acknowledge the camera. It chooses to follow her as she powerwalks, devoid of XENA, in the opposite direction of where the camera was initially heading. She, much like the cameraman, deftly avoids the hive of workers coming and going until she reaches her destination. She knocks on one of the locker room doors, and then takes a step back. Her hands migrate to her hips as she waits for the door to open. Moments later, it does, and James Edwards sticks his head through the ajar door. Fujiko Mine: I’d like to have a chat with you for a minute. James Edwards: About what? She sighs, collecting her thoughts for a moment before looking back at her partner for the night. Fujiko Mine: Look, thanks for the rescue job with Kol. I’m not exactly eager to thank you for that, but he’s got some screws loose and could have seriously damaged my neck...or worse. So thanks. But why? That’s what I can’t seem to wrap my head around. What was your reasoning for helping me? Having gotten herself spun up a bit, she exhales sharply and pushes her hands down towards the floor in a “grounding herself” gesture. Fujiko Mine: Just...explain. Please. Edwards’ eyes her with a tilted head, like he is inspecting a whimsically deformed vegetable at a county fair. James Edwards: I just got outta the shower, give me a minute to throw some clothes on. The door abruptly slams in Fujiko’s face. A minute or so later James walks back into the picture barefoot and dressed in a pair of baggy black shorts and New Kingdom Pro t-shirt. He nonchalantly leans back against the closest wall and crosses his arms. James Edwards: You wanna’ know why I saved you? It ain’t for some valiant reason. Hell, I said so as much two weeks ago on the last AfterBurn. I don’t like KOL. I said I was gonna be his shadow until I fight him again. He ain’t gonna cheat or hurt anybody until then if I have anything to say about it, end of story. Edwards holds his palms up as if to say “case closed”, and then turns his attention back to the locker room. Her lip curls a little bit, but she seems to take a moment to check her emotions. She creates some distance between her and James, her eyes narrowing slightly. Fujiko Mine: Is that so? I’m not so sure. I get the feeling you’ve got some ulterior motives, James...but you know what? As long as I can count on you to help us get the victory tonight? Fine. Tonight, you and I are going to humble Kol and Madison. We’re going to send a message because I think those two believe that we’ve got no chance. I think Kol has written you off just like Chris Madison has done to me. I think they both believe they’re facing each other for that championship. But me? I know better. I have no qualms about anyone underestimating me, because they’ve done that my whole FGA career. So just like I was about to do, I’m going to make Kol look like the pre-alpha buggy version of Colton Sterling out there tonight, and I’m counting on you to help me do it. But after that, I’m more than ready to take you out again so I can go after Madison and take back the Pride championship. Good? She doesn’t give him an opportunity to respond, nodding as she backed out of frame. Fujiko Mine: Good talk. With that, she’s gone, leaving the camera to focus in on James. James sighs. He know what he is about to say and do is taking the bait, but he starts down the hall after Fujiko. James Edwards: Everything ain’t always cloak and dagger, Fujiko. My motives ain’t changed in the last two months. It’s all about standing up to and taking out a piece of sh*t that all the so called folks who do the right things--like you--just sit by and let him do whatever he wants. And why? So you can play underdog again because it’s good for your brand? This is about real pride to me, not some prize with the moniker on a face plate. She turns back to face him, unable to stop a laugh from escaping. Fujiko Mine: Is that what you think this is about, James? A brand? She nods incredulously at him. Fujiko Mine: Look here, I have lived, sweat, and BLED Frontier Grappling Arts for years, and not ONCE has this company been grateful to me. I am the very first woman to win a singles championship in this company. Not Cordelia Stevenson, Not Cindy Parker, not Annie Zellor, ME. I did it. Those are all names that FGA likes to tout around. Two of them are in the freaking hall of fame for god sakes. I don’t even get the recognition of being FIRST. She seethes at him, all pretense of her keeping cool lost. Fujiko Mine: Johnny Karma treated me like a child when I came up against him for the first time; he said I was in over my head. Jimmy Page tried to warn me away, like I was some little engine that didn’t know what she was getting into. Noelle Smith tried to doubt my comeback from obscurity. Izzy Anders used my attentions like I was some puppet and profited off of them, and Tony Carmine and Johnny Cannon STOLE my moment from me. I got back after being away for MONTHS and idiots like Dom Harter tried to undersell me, treat me like an afterthought. Hell, Chris Madison jumped on the bandwagon just like Molly Reid when he tried to spit out the “Fujiko ran away from FGA” crap, and he’s trying to act like my challenge wasn’t good enough when he was fortunate I passed out from that peruvian necktie. I’ve faced more adversity in this ONE FREAKING COMPANY than you have in any of the twenty or thirty you’re currently running around in. This isn’t about some brand, this is about my struggle to prove what you all should already know. I am THE BEST WRESTLER in FGA, and I am tired of the disrespect. I am tired of you thinking this is some ‘woe is me’ act. And I am tired of this company not realizing who they’re dealing with. She closes the gap between them quickly, shaking with rage. Fujiko Mine: Even you think this is just an act, huh? Well then TRY ME again, James Edwards. Because I guarantee you if you come for me, it’s going to be EXACTLY like the first time you ran your mouth about me. Tonight? With or without you? I’m spiking my foot directly on Kol’s chin, and sending both him and Madison a clear message. The same message I’m about to give you. Fujiko Mine: You’ve pissed me off, and there ain’t a deity in existence that will stop me from making you regret it. She sneers at him for a moment. Fujiko Mine: You haven’t dealt with any of that. Yeah, sure, Kol messed around with you for a match or two. Big deal. You haven’t had people getting in line, trying to undercut your entire career from the moment you walked in the door. I’ve done more than just wrestle in FGA. I’ve survived it, unlike anyone else on this roster; past or present. And with or without your help? I will continue to do so. So if you wanna prove that you got noble intentions? You’ve got a whole match to do it. Good luck. She can’t stand to stay in that spot, and with a turn of her heel, she storms off. James balls both fists up at his sides and goes to take a step forward, intent to prove that a Goddess can bleed...and then pauses. His disposition begins to soften and then he slouches like an anvil was just strapped to his back. Edwards opens his mouth, ready to call something out, and then thinks better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms and sighs like he has a heavy burden to consider... • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:40:33 GMT -5
We catch up in the locker room with a coy Vincent Moretti with the classic cat that ate the canary grin etched on his face as some sweat drips down his face and parts of his black and green suit are drenched in some sweat. He glances around calmly for a second before he sees not one but two Dickie Harter cutouts that were conveniently placed in the locker room. He glances around with a frown now making sure his temperamental client isn't around before shifting them in a position to where they're harder to see in that locker room.
Vincent Moretti: I really don't want him seeing that today...
Vincent lets out a sigh of relief before he takes a seat on the bench before he hears footsteps. Perhaps sooner than he expected on this so his face gets a little tense because his gut only has one name on his brain who'd seek him out. And barging through the door like an old cowboy storming through into a saloon is Tyler Storm. Tyler immediately rushes right at Moretti and gets in his face.
Tyler Storm: What the hell do you think you are doing out there, Moretti?
Vincent Moretti: I was enjoying the view until someone barged in.
Behind Vincent's sarcasm is some worry as he tries to take a small backstep to get a little bit of distance between himself and Tyler not wanting anything to do with a physical confrontation right now.
Tyler Storm: What did I freaking tell you last show? I warned you not to get involved in that damn ring and look what you are still trying to do! The crowd is tired of you not leaving the business to the men, and frankly so am I.
Vincent Moretti: What? Their fault they weren't prepared for that one. It's a trick as old as professional wrestling itself.
Tyler growls hearing Moretti speak off his words and he approaches him again. And whatever's left of Moretti's coy demeanor is completely gone now as he can't hide that he could get thrashed right now. There's some panic there. His hands fidgeting in nervousness.
Tyler Storm: You need to understand right now, Vincent...that I'm about 5 seconds away from making sure my size 14s are imprinted on your body for the rest of your damn life. Where I come from, where I was raised in Alabama, you better know that disrespecting the word of someone is what gets you about two steps closer to a grave. That ain't just a saying, that ain't a threat, that's a damn promise.
Suddenly the familiar and harsh tone of a certain wrestler disrupts the developing situation.
Seth Iser: That's enough.
And this time it's Iser who barges through the door like a bat out of hell and he's also seeing red and that momentary distraction is enough for Vincent Moretti to get his opening and literally sprint out of the locker room, his face a pale white knowing he was this close from a thrashing.
Seth Iser: Where I come from you do whatever you have to do in order to train the next generation to be aware of anything and everything. While also doing whatever it takes for you yourself to survive. Call it dishonorable if you want and I'd say you're conducting a smear campaign misconstruing what the hell honor really is, boy.
Iser slams one of the locker doors shut at this point but not taking his eyes off of Tyler.
Seth Iser: Honor is doing whatever it takes when that bell rings giving them everything you got with every trick in the book you know. And if you bring less than that...you're the one disrespecting your opponent. And being a man is just settling it in the damn ring. Not getting involved in another person's damned matches.
The noise from the locker being slammed and Iser's booming voice as well as Tyler's raised voice has generated some attention from security that have started to come in and the moment one of them grabs Iser by the wrist he yanks it away.
Seth Iser: Get the hell off of me. I'm not laying a finger on him. This is just talking.
Tyler Storm: Listen to the man...we're fine.
The security hesitantly backs back out of the room, leaving Tyler and Iser alone again.
Tyler Storm: What in the hell happened to you...what happened to that Seth Iser when I was on the shelf for a year and a half for my back? Now you are just back to being that sack of sh*t I remember from VoW...what happened to your damn integrity. Even with back then, you fought your own damn battles by yourself, you handled your business by yourself...now pretty much every show here, you have to rely on Moretti to even be worth a single damn.
Storm shakes his head and approaches Seth, the stern focus he has cutting like a knife with the glare he possesses.
Tyler Storm: Me and you having different definitions for honor is fair enough, your honor is a lot different than mine. But integrity is what this is truly about now. You've let that sack of crap you carry around as a manager win you 2 matches, and you would happily let him do more. That is disgusting of you, the man that I know you are is horrible but he at least can stand up like a man by himself. Where in the hell is he...because right now it's walking chicken s*bleep* in front of me.
Seth Iser: I see where this is going.
Iser just scowls down as after the vulgar outburst security is there again worried that there would be a fight. At this point Iser finally snaps.
Seth Iser: Where the hell were you in the main event last week? Or some of the other altercations that get physical. This is only between Tyler and I. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! Or I'll make you wish you took another profession.
It's this order that finally convinces security to obey Iser's wish under the circumstance that they won't get physical.
Seth Iser: Like I said. I've been teaching people the ills of the industry. Moretti is a tool in doing so. But if you really think I can't handle it myself...and if you're man enough for this...let's make a gentleman's agreement, boy. No need for this to be written. This is just between you and me. And it'll be made crystal clear with Vincent.
Iser pauses for a minute glancing back at the path that Moretti ran off to.
Seth Iser: Moretti will only be on the entrance ramp. He won't be at ringside. Furthermore...if you win...and I'm wagering this that you won't...you have five minutes to work out your issues with him in the middle of that ring. That's how confident I am in kicking your ass and taking the winner's pay check. And I don't want to hear a damned thing about honor if I pull out a spike from my boot and dot you between the eyes with it when the ref isn't looking if that's what it takes.
Iser sneers at Tyler as he digests those terms.
Tyler stands there silent for a second become a smirk slowly creeps on his lips.
Tyler Storm: At least if you do it that way, you are doing it your damn self. It's a deal...BUT...he breaks his end of this at any point during our match...I get 10 minutes win or lose. That way you make sure his dumbass understands...this match is between me, Tyler Storm, and you, Seth Iser, and he stay...AWAY...from ringside. You give me that...
Tyler extends his hand out for a handshake.
Tyler Storm: ...then this deal is signed and dotted our way, and I see you grow a pair again for the first time in weeks. You shake my hand on all this...and I'll see you in Montreal man to man in that ring with no bulls*bleep* from the bitch.
Seth Iser: A 'bitch'...huh...
Iser's face darkens noticeably as he's suppressing some anger. He shakes his head at the hand extended for a moment.
Seth Iser: We're not done yet.
Iser's harsh tone cuts in as he just glares at the man who is going to be his opponent and there's a glint of rage there that he is suppressing the more he's digested everything over.
Seth Iser: I give my word as a trainer and a credible man of the industry he will not get involved. But I want you to understand something. When I kick your ass in Montreal...you give both Vincent Moretti and I a public apology for defamation of character.
Iser just sneers at Tyler for a minute.
Seth Iser: Think of him what you want but he did something that I guarantee you Owen, Ace, and none of these god damned fans would do and that's drive me to detox and make sure I survived that process when I had MY head in the clouds in my drug addiction. And with that help...before my daughter came in...and none of the help of anyone else in the industry and certainly not any of these fans...I overcame that and HERE I AM! Are those the actions of a bitch?
Iser then just extends his hand without making contact with Tyler's hand at this point but his eyes are shooting rage.
Seth Iser: With all that agreed to...are you going to go home with those morals you want to...talk to Cali Kate...and all your kids and say that today...Daddy was a man? To say that Daddy is starting to graduate from someone I view as underneath me...to someone I can actually look at as a peer in the sport? Can YOU say that?
Iser then just spits on the ground one before one last out burst.
Seth Iser: Shake my hand! Be the MAN you proclaim YOURSELF to be!
Tyler looks at Seth and closes his eyes, shaking his head gently and breathing deeply.
Tyler Storm: Let me set the record straight for a second here bud...I never defamed you, Seth Iser...I never defamed Vincent Moretti. And damn it I know what that man has meant to you...I know you'd be a much more awful being without him, and I may have never known the true Seth Iser without him. I only speak the words I do because I'm not the only one saying them in that crowd, in that ring, or in this locker room area. I said what I said about Vincent, and about you, because for a year and a half...a YEAR AND A HALF...I had so much damn respect for both of you and really I still do. But it's the fact neither of you respect integrity...the moment both of y'all lost that, that's the moment I really got upset, and that's the moment this between me and you changed.
Storm reopens his eyes and looks at Seth with a more calmed demeanor.
Tyler Storm: If I lose, I'll let the world know the Vincent and Seth for that year and a half. I'll let the world know about the two men that I knew for that period of time when I felt so broken with my career, my life...so many bad things happening to me but you two gave me the time of day. This right now is about gaining back those two men. You show me he can stay back, you show me you can give me the amazing man-to-man match like we had that first time here in FGA...you show me the real Seth Iser and you still beat me, and maybe even if you don't...then you will get exactly what you deserve from me, sir. Is that fair?
Seth Iser: If that's fair. Then shake my hand.
Tyler nods and grips to Iser's hand, shaking it and nodding.
Tyler Storm: So it's a deal...
Seth Iser: Now you can go home and say you were a man. And you're closer to being a peer rather than just some young kid.
Iser relinquishes the handshake before backing out without taking his eyes off of Tyler.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 2:41:04 GMT -5
• Tag Team Match •
Shootcamp vs. Firing Squad The match starts off with a handshake between both teams. Gonsalves and Ocampos then elect to start things off for their respective squads. Ocampos is able to catch Gonsalves off guard with a pair of dropkicks. A step-up enzuigiri sends Gonsalves flipping down to the canvas for a two count. Gonsalves gains control after an irish whip that sends Ocampos into the ropes. But she’s able to use that momentum and send Gonsalves rolling to the outside after a running hurricanrana. While Gonsalves picks himself up on the floor, Ocampos runs over towards the corner before knocking him down with a triangle asai moonsault! Ocampos brings Gonsalves back inside and makes the cover. But she only gets two. Luke Jackson is tagged in during minute three. He’s able to control the action with an atomic drop, then a reverse DDT for a two count. Gonsalves finally takes back control of the match after being whipped into the corner. Jackson rushes over to attack. But Gonsalves knocks him back with a European Uppercut before bringing him down with a Draco Meteor (Meteora) for a two count! Ace Watson finally sees the ring in munute five after being tagged in. He pushes Jackson into the corner before going to town with combination to the midsection. He then rocks Jackson with a trio of European Uppercuts before whipping him across the ring. Watson runs over to attack. But it’s now Jackson that blocks the offensive strike in the corner. He knocks Watson back with a back elbow and brings him down with a moonsault for a two count. Ocampos is tagged back in during minute seven. Firing Squad quickly take advantage of the 2-on-1, giving Watson a double snap suplex. Jackson turns to face the Shootcamp corner while Ocampos scales to the top turnbuckle. Firing Squad then deliver a diving leg drop/standing moonsault combo! Ocampos makes the cover. But she only gets a count of two. After a tag back out to Jackson, Firing Squad deliver a double flapjack after an irish whip him into the ropes. Jackson makes the cover. But he only gets a count of two. After tagging back out to Ocampos, Jackson heads out onto the apron as Ocampos moves Watson into the opposite corner. After whipping Watson across the ring into the corner, Firing Squad deliver a running big boot/enzuigiri combination in the corner! Ocampos drops down to make the cover. ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Watson gets his foot on the bottom rope. In the eleven minute, Ocampos goes for the Black Rain (springboard clothesline). But Watson’s able to counter into a powerslam! Instead of making the cover, Watson crawls over towards Gonsalves to make the tag. But Jackson is right there to drag him back to the center of the ring. After turning Watson over onto his back, each member of Firing Squad grabs a leg and delivers a wishbone! As the match continues, Ocampos goes for a rolling yoshi tonic. But Watson counters with a turnbuckle powerbomb before following up with an exploder suplex! With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count. Once it reaches “six!”, both grapplers begin to crawl towards their respective corners. Watson is the first to tag out as he dives over and tags Gonsalves back in. The Submission Alchemist rushes across the ring to stop Ocampos. But she’s able to roll forward, dives over and tag Jackson back in. Jackson knocks the oncoming Gonsalves down with a slingshot dropkick. After an irish whip, Jackson brings Gonsalves down with a hurricanrana, followed by The Oakland Drive-By (Drive-by Kick) for a two count. After a belly to back suplex, Jackson goes up top and goes for a moonsault. Gonsalves rolls out of the way. But Jackson lands on his feet and quickly hits a standing moonsault for another two count. A superman punch also gets a two count. Jackson goes for a superkick. But Gonsalves catches his foot, swings the leg away from him, grabs Jackson from behind and turns him inside out with the Darkest Lariat (wristlock short-arm lariat) for a two count. An irish whip is then reversed in minute nineteen, which sends Gonsalves into the ropes. But when he returns, he clobbers Jackson with the Soul-Stealing 7-Star Strike (running bicycle knee strike). He makes the cover. But Ocampos dives over and breaks it up at two and ¾! Ocampos whips Gonsalves into the ropes and throws out a hurricanrana. But she does so too early, allowing Gonsalves to hang onto the ropes and watch her crash back-first on the mat. After Watson gets in, Shootcamp rush over and blast Ocampos with the Coup de Main (Shining Wizard/Soul-Stealing 7-Star Strike combination)! With Ocampos down, Jackson rushes over and attacks Watson. But Gonsalves is there to make the save. Jackson tries to fight them both off. But Shootcamp brings him down with an Alabama Slam/Lungblower combination). After Watson heads to the top, Shootcamp drop Jackson with the Debellatio (spike double underhook piledriver) for the three count! Shootcamp def. Firing Squad via Debellatio (21:15) • Commercial Break • |
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