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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:16:27 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:16:50 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
 Spectrum Center
Charlotte, NC “Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon blares through the arenas as the fans cheer. Page steps from the back, dressed in white T-shirt, an unzipped black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, jeans, and a pair of black and white Nike’s. He walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands on his way to the ring. Stephy Auger: Oh God, look who showed up to rub in our faces he beat up the New Murder! Gloating isn’t becoming of Page of I can be honest with you Cruise. Kris Cruise: Oh please, he deserves it! In fact everyone who helped, Sadie San Fransisco, Lowri Moss, Neal Durden, and of course the returning Malcolm Drake had one common goal: Beat the New Murder and end their senseless and cruel empire once and for all. Steel Warfare was the destination in which they did do. Stephy Auger: All I know is for all the talk of changing Page showed his stripes fully in that match! Poor Dom didn’t have deserve that beating, it was uncalled for! Kris Cruise: Well, there’s no such thing as a nice war now is it? Page slides into the ring, then asks for a microphone. As he receives it, the music dies down, and he looks around the arena as fans begin to cheer and applaud him. Page forms a soft smirk and a docile glance at the crowd. “PAGE!” chants begin for a bit. Page looks a bit flattered, he snaps out of it for a bit and then begins to speak. Jimmy Page: That’s new. Fans cheer as Page chuckles and paces the ring, holding the mic close to his chest. Jimmy Page: When I came back I didn’t know how you guys would take it that I was doing my best to forge a new path in my life. A lot of people were skeptical, and to be honest I don’t blame them. Listen, everyone in that locker room knows my history in this company. It’s not a nice one, and to be quite frank for them to ignore wouldn’t make this work. I had so many people who didn’t even want to be around me. But at A New Odyssey, I found comrades who put their lives on the line for me. They trusted me, and they believed in me and for that? I just gotta say...thank you. Page pauses and lets the fans cheer. He nods a bit and shrugs his shoulders. Jimmy Page: It’s not everyday you find people will a common goal as you. In fact I didn’t think I’d find anyone who’d help me take down the New Murder. But when you have to deal with someone like Dom Harter, I guess all bets are off aren’t they? So, I want to thank you guys, I want to thank my team for having my back and helping me fight my demons. And...I guess that’s it, so...thank you. Page looks to leave the ring, but something stops him. He gets back in, holding the mic up to his lips as he scratches the back of his head. Jimmy Page: There is one thing though. Page pauses for a moment, some fans are a bit confused. He looks around, then looks at the hard camera. Jimmy Page: The Rumble. The fans erupt into a wild cheer as Page as a serious glance on his face. Stephy Auger: Oh no… Kris Cruise: Oh YES!Jimmy Page: See, now that I’m done with the Dom Harter B.S. it’s time to get back something I haven’t held in far too long! That FGA World Title! For most people I haven’t been in that title picture in two damn years! And I’m lookin’ to throw my name in the basket of would be names that wanna try and get the ultimate prize! I’ve come a long way to get back to being the guy who at the time defended that belt like his life depended on it! I still have that instinct, I still have a champion’s mindset, and I will damn sure WIN that Rumble and cash in my chance to become a TWO. TIME. CHAMPION!Page leans on the ropes. Jimmy Page: So let this be a message to you all in the back. Some I like, some I freakin’ despise, no matter who you are I’ll go through you to get that prize! Because when I call my shot, I call my SHOT!! So, I look forward to the other names who wanna try and take it from me, because it’s gonna be one helluva sight to see. I’ll be seeing you all real soon, be prepared for that in the future… Page tosses the mic as “Murdered Out” plays him off. Fans cheer at Page’s announcement, some showing their excitement by wanting to touch hands with him. Page reaches out with a confident grin as he keeps making his way up the ramp. Kris Cruise: What an announcement! Page has just announced he’ll be entering the Rumble and I for one cannot wait! Stephy Auger: No, no, no! Having that psycho in that thing is going to be horrible! He just got done trying to rip Harter’s arm off now he wants the title! I can’t believe this! Kris Cruise: Well I can, now that the New Murder chapter has ended a brand new one starts with Page’s path to the World Championship. What a start to the show, and it’s gonna get just as crazy later on tonight! • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:18:01 GMT -5
Backstage, Spencer Burke stands by in front of the Vertigo set, holding a microphone and beaming.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time...the new FGA Pride Champion, Fujiko Mine.
Upon the mention of her name, the crowd cheers loudly. Fujiko steps into the shot, with the FGA Pride championship over her left shoulder. She is otherwise alone, and not dressed to compete. She wears a Misha LeCavalier shirt that peeks out from behind her title.
Spencer Burke: Again, Fujiko, congratulations on making history at A New Odyssey, defeating Kol and James Edwards, then defeating Chris Madison in a Pride Rules match.
Fujiko beams proudly.
Fujiko Mine: Thanks again, Spence. It feels good. Honestly, it was a tad bittersweet after the dust had settled and I got to take time to let everything settle in. I mean, I feel good being back on top. It feels good to have this title in my possession again. It feels good to earn my respect back, and it feels good to prove that I am the best pure wrestler on this brand. But on the flip side, knowing that James chose to sign with Flashpoint does bother me a bit.
Spencer looks puzzled, but before he can ask, Fujiko chooses to elaborate.
Fujiko Mine: I fully expect to be facing Chris Madison for this championship again. I even expected it to be tonight. I wanted it to be right away. So I could erase the last shreds of doubt that may have lingered. Alas, it was not to be. But I wanted to face him, so I could beat him; then move on to facing whomever thought they could step up to me and try and take my title. That included James Edwards. But, c’est la vie. I mentioned after A New Odyssey that I wanted to get to five defenses, and I meant it. So bring them all on, because I’m not finished making history. I’ve got even more planned.
Spencer Burke: You have more planned? What do you mean by that?
Fujiko steadies herself, then looks over to Spencer with determination in her eyes.
Fujiko Mine: A few years back, I set the record for the longest time in a single Gold Rush Rumble. I came up just short in that. It’s another thing I’ve been meaning to rectify. So, not only am I going to make history with THIS championship...I’m going to back to the rumble, and I’m going to be the last person standing in that ring next month.
She changes her focus so that it is into the camera.
Fujiko Mine: Everyone believes that this year is their year. Everyone has said so. But I’ve just gone and proven it. From the Reinas tournament, to this championship, to the Gold Rush Rumble and the North American title over in SAP, the Apex Goddess is putting a leash on 2018. Plain and simple. I am going to cement my legacy in FGA, once and for all...and finally, I will get what I’ve wanted all this time.
She zeroes in on the Pride title, a look on hunger in her eyes.
Fujiko Mine: I want to be that name that’s synonymous with this place. I want that recognition. I started from the very bottom here, and by the end of 2018 I will be at the very top. I will be FGA’s greatest success story. I am going to be FGA’s…
She exhales cooly.
Fujiko Mine: Apex Goddess. Thanks, Spence.
With a nod to him, she exits the scene, and the action goes to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:18:31 GMT -5
• Tag Team Match •
Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales vs. Ricky Vega & Charlie Blooms Kris Cruise: Talk about some huge news to start off Vertigo. We just got two huge names back to back that declared for the Gold Rush Rumble! I’m talking about Jimmy Page and the new FGA Pride Champion, Fujiko Mine! Stephy Auger: That psycho Jimmy Page shouldn't be allowed anywhere near the Rumble, let alone the Undisputed Championship! But if that wasn’t bad enough, now we get the Glutton Goddess entering the Rumble. This is horrible, Cruise! Kris Cruise: I think it’s great! We already know of five names from Flashpoint who have entered. Tonight, we kicked things off with two huge names of our own. But we have several weeks to talk about the Gold Rush Rumble. For now, let’s send it on over to the ring for tonight’s opening contest... J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing team number one, already in the ring… Ricky Vega and Charlie Blooms! The crowd boos the introduction of the SCCW pair. The multi colored strobe lights follow the notes of Justice’s “Stress” before plunging the arena into darkness. It builds for a moment, letting the mood sink in before a spotlight catches Pedro Gonzales in the middle of the entranceway. As the fans cheer, he looks up and seems to smile as he begins to walk down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Mexico City, Mexico! Weighing in at 115 pounds! He is “Mexico City’s Favorite Son” PEDROOOO GOOOONZAAAALESSSS!!! “Fireball” by Willow ft Nicki Minaj fills the arena as Maritz Diaz slowly walks out to the stage in a long black and red silk robe, and a traditional Mongkon headpiece. For a moment she simply smiles and looks out at the fans before uniting the belt on her robe and removing it completely. She does a double bicep pose before heading down to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, from Miami, Florida! She is “The Power Princess” MAAAARRRRITZAAAAA DIIIIIAAAAZZZZ!!! As she walks she high fives fans as she passes before running and sliding under the bottom rope. Once in the ring she stands in the center rattling off a series of punches, elbow strikes, knees, and kicks in rapid succession before bowing and removing her Mongkon and Pra Jiad arm bands. Kris Cruise: The team of Maritza Diaz and Pedro Gonzales are ready for tag team action, Stephy! They came up short in the Triple Threat Tag Match at A New Odyssey. But they’re ready to get back to their winning ways. With that being said, Maritza and Pedro shouldn’t expect this match to be as easy as it was the last time. I’ve been checking out SCCW over the past few months and I can say that both Ricky Vega and Charlie Blooms have done nothing but improve. Stephy Auger: Nothing would make me happier than seeing Maritza and Pedro lose again. Kris Cruise: What did they do to you? Stephy Auger: Where do I start? The bell sounds as Pedro Gonzales and Ricky Vega start with a lockup. After jockeying for position, Vega moves Gonzales across the ring into the corner. After Vega presses Gonzales up against the turnbuckles, the ref heads over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… When both grapplers break, the crowd boos when Vega nails Gonzales with a trio of knife edge cops. The boos continue when Vega nails Gonzales with a slap across the face. But the boos quickly turn to cheers when Gonzales grabs Vega, tosses him into the corner and lights up his chest with a series of knife edge chops. He then goes for an irish whip. But Vega reverses and follows him across the ring. Instead of crashing into the turnbuckles, Gonzales grabs the top ropes and brings the oncoming Vega down with a corner slingshot headscissors. When Vega gets back to his feet, Gonzales rushes over and brings him down to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega kicks out. Gonzales takes Vega and goes for an irish whip. But Vega reverses, sending Gonzales into the far ropes. When Gonzales returns, Vega sets up for a back body drop. Gonzales sees it coming, so he rolls across Vega’s back. When Vega stands up and turns around, Gonzales throws him down with an arm drag. When Vega gets back up, Gonzales throws him down with a japanese arm drag. After another japanese arm drag, Gonzales takes Vega and whips him into the ropes. When Vega returns, Gonzales hoists him into the air for a pop-up maneuver. But on the way up, Vega knocks Gonzales down with a dropkick. When Gonzales return to his feet, Vega knocks him down with another dropkick. Vega throws out a third dropkick. But Gonzales side steps and swats him down. When Vega gets up on all fours, Gonzales dives down and executes an Oklahoma Roll. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega kicks out. Kris Cruise: Gonzales has specialized in pinning combinations and he nearly got the one, two, three on Vega! Stephy Auger: Gonzales is a specialist in pinning combinations? Really? I can tell with how many matches he’s won lately. Kris Cruise: STEPHY! After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Gonzales places him in a side headlock. Vega is able to slip out and reverse into a hammerlock from behind. Gonzales is able to reverse with a jumping snapmare. When Vega gets back up, Gonzales takes him by the arm and delivers an arm wrench. The crowd boos Vega when he takes his free hand and punches Gonzales in the face! He then takes Gonzales and whips him into the ropes. Instead of coming back, Gonzales hangs onto the ropes. So Vega runs over to attack. Gonzales then delivers a drop toe hold across the middle ropes. After running into the far ropes, the crowd cheers when Gonzales comes back across the ring and connects with a tiger feint kick! Gonzales follows up with a senton atomico before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega kicks out. Kris Cruise: Vega caught a hard kick right to the face! But it only gets two! Gonzales pulls up Vega, wrenches the arm, drags him over towards the corner and tags in Maritza Diaz. The crowd cheers when The Power Princess gets in and whips Vega into the ropes. When Diaz returns, she knocks him down with a flying forearm. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega kicks out. Diaz picks up Vega and whips him into the far ropes. When Vega returns, he sees Diaz setting up for a back body drop. So he stops and counters with a jumping double arm DDT! The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diaz kicks out. Vega picks up Diaz, wrenches her arm, drags her over to the corner and tags in Charlie Blooms. The crowd boos when Blooms gets in and kicks Diaz in the midsection. She then sends Diaz into the ropes with an irish whip. When Diaz returns, she runs over Blooms with a running shoulder block. Diaz then turns and runs into another set of ropes. When Diaz returns, Blooms leapfrogs over her. Diaz continues to run the ropes. When Diaz comes back, Blooms goes for a hip toss. But Diaz hops through it before knocking her down with a short-arm clothesline! Diaz drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Blooms kicks out. Kris Cruise: Blooms tried to toss around The Power Princess and quickly found herself on the mat! Stephy Auger: I’m not concerned. It’s still early! Diaz picks up Blooms, moves her into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops. She then goes for an irish whip. But Blooms reverses, sending The Power Princess into the opposite corner. Blooms runs across the ring to attack when Diaz knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Blooms runs back into the corner. This time, Diaz goes for boots to the face. But Blooms catches her feet, swings her legs across the middle rope and quickly brings her down with a rope trapped neckbreaker! Kris Cruise: OH MY! Stephy Auger: What a counter! The boos continue as Blooms makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diaz gets her shoulder up. Blooms picks up Diaz, places her in a headlock, runs and brings her down with a bulldog. She turns Diaz over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diaz gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Blooms with another nearfall! Stephy Auger: She’s starting to take control of this match, Cruise! Blooms picks up Diaz, lifts her up and delivers a vertical suplex. She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diaz gets her shoulder up. Blooms heads over and tags Vega back in. Once Vega gets in, him and Blooms take Dia and whip her into the far ropes. When Diaz returns, they knock her down with a double clothesline! Vega drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Diaz gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Diaz caught a double clothesline right to the throat! Stephy Auger: Good, hopefully it will shut up all that yapping. Kris Cruise: STEPHY! I know you’re in a foul mood because The New Murder got what they deserved at A New Odyssey. But that’s no reason to be nasty! Vega picks up Diaz and lifts her up across his shoulders. Before Vega can deliver the Ushigoroshi, Diaz nails him with multiple elbows to the side of the head. After slipping down from behind, Diaz turns and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Vega brings her down with a Pop-up Gory Bomb! The boos continue as Vega makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Diaz gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Close call there for Diaz! Stephy Auger: We’ve seen Vega hit that pop-up Gory Bomb before. But it just gets better every time. Kris Cruise: It’s a heck of a move, I’ll give the young man that. Vega picks up Diaz and goes for a vertical suplex. But Diaz blocks the move. So Vega tries to muscle her up for another vertical suplex. But again, Diaz blocks the move. The crowd cheers when Diaz lifts up Vega for a vertical suplex of her own. But Vega’s able to slip down from behind and counter with an inverted headlock backbreaker! The boos continue when Vega picks up Diaz, lifts her up onto his shoulders and counters with a Tiger Bomb! Kris Cruise: This could be it right here! Are we on the verge of a huge upset!? ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Diaz gets her shoulder up! After bringing Diaz back to her feet, Vega delivers four punches to the face before taking off into the ropes. When he returns, he throws out a bicycle kick. But Diaz catches his foot. She then swings his legs away from her, grabs him from behind and brings him down with an inverted powerslam! She pushes Vega over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Good counter there from Diaz! Diaz picks up Vega and goes for an irish whip. But he reverses, sending Diaz into the corner. Vega then runs over to attack when Diaz takes a couple of steps from out of the corner, grabs him by the neck with both hands and hurls him into the turnbuckles with a choke suplex! Kris Cruise: Head Over Heels! While Vega tries to pull himself back up, Diaz crawls over towards her corner. Stephy Auger: Quick, Blooms, get in there and stop her! Gonzales can be seen reaching his arm out as much as he can. The Power Princess then returns to her feet, dives over and tags Gonzales back in. Gonzales then springboards to the top turnbuckle before knocking Vega down with a missile dropkick! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Vega gets his shoulder up. Gonzales picks up Vega and goes for an irish whip. But Vega reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, Vega doubles him over with a boot to the midsection. He lifts up Gonzales for a Tiger Bomb when Gonzales reverses with a hurricanrana. When Vega returns to his feet and turns around, he gets caught with an uppercut to the jaw, then an elbow to the face, then a roundhouse kick to the jaw, followed by a sweep kick. Kris Cruise: Sadistic Combo! Gonzales picks up Vega and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, Gonzales knocks him down with a running high knee! When Vega gets back up and turns around, Gonzales knocks him back down with a bicycle knee strike! He then heads out onto the apron before delivering a springboard knee drop! Kris Cruise: Retrograde Am-knee-sia! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd boos when Blooms dives over and breaks up the pin. Stephy Auger: Finally! Blooms picks up Gonzales and goes for an irish whip. But Gonzales reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Blooms returns, Gonzales throws out a clothesline. Blooms ducks the clothesline. But she quickly gets scooped up across Diaz’s shoulders. The Power Princess then turns and brings her down with the Royalty Bomb (running Emerald Flowsion)! Across the ring, Gonzales lifts up Vega and plants him with Madness Sets In (capture suplex lift dropped into a vertical drop brainbuster)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Stress” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this bout, MARITZA DIAZ and PEDRO GONZALES! The cheers continue as Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales pick up the win. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:18:54 GMT -5
We’ve returned back to the locker room where you see the sharply dressed suit wearing Seth Iser with his arms crossed with a sneer etched on his face while he’s slouched with his back leaning on the lockers. The poor person who drew this assignment happens to be Spencer Burke. Spencer puts on his best brave face and smile for the assignment before gesturing toward Iser.
Spencer Burke: Well Seth you had asked for this time. May we ask what’s on your mind?
Seth Iser: I won’t dance around the point or waste anyone’s time here. The Gold Rush Rumble. I’m throwing my name in that as well. I’d rather tell everyone like a man should rather than have it tweeted out hiding the announcement behind some tech flunkie who could never make it in the industry. If they want me to qualify for it, fine...I’ll kick somebody’s ass to get in. If it’s just a say it and you are in situation...then obviously I’m in. And the objectives are simple…
Spencer Burke: Objectives?
Iser cocks his eyebrow at Spencer’s interjection and that causes Spencer to ever so slightly lean back.
Seth Iser: I didn’t stutter.
Spencer Burke: Carry on…
Seth Iser: It’s simple really: raise my stock in the company...which allows me to make more money, which is what this industry is about at the end of the day. And obviously to win the match and pursue the championship ambition every wrestler SHOULD have. You need a little luck and good fortune to win a match and rather than screaming and yelling about it...trying to put a target on my back during the match...sometimes it’s better to let others do all the screaming...yell at one another...develop vendettas...and that can cloud your thoughts and your objectives. It develops a blindspot...and soon you get blindsighted...then just like that your chance to win...it’s gone. In a match like this...with a little bit of luck...my point is the man or woman with the smartest strategy tends to win. Not always the biggest or the showiest...or the most fan pleasing.
Spencer Burke: Does that explain why your manager tweeted to BROOKFORD about a---
Seth Iser: Private business is private business, Spencer.
As soon as Iser says that we see entering in...or more accurately to say wheeling in is Vincent Moretti. He might be wearing a suit but he looks absolutely displeased as he has his left foot propped up in that wheelchair with a ridiculous cast on it. There are crutches hanging out of the back of it as well.
Vincent Moretti: Don’t go snooping in something you shouldn’t Spence or you’ll end up worse than me! Do you understand!?
Moretti’s higher pitched yell fills the room as Iser just lets out a shrug and Spencer is wincing from it. Vincent even spins around in his wheelchair while continuing to yell and also in the back of the wheelchair it has a picture of...his own face on it.
Vincent Moretti: And furthermore...for all the people who are so happy that Tyler Storm, a monster...a mongrel...and an unfeeling machine...put an innocent retired manager in a wheelchair with a cold hearted act of violence...and in their happiness sent me...THIS!
Moretti soon reaches behind his back to pull out a picture of all of Shootcamp with Tuck in front of them and with this Moretti is screaming angry.
Vincent Moretti: A DOG THAT SHOULD BE BANNED...and three JACKASSES that SHOULD get their asses kicked again...and again. Especially if it’s my client delivering the ass kicking that all three of them deserve! And after that they should have their careers mutilated and then over the tombstones of their careers I’LL URIN--
At this point Iser ends up putting his hand over Vincent’s mouth for a second not wanting him to go even further on live television than he already has.
Seth Iser: My daughter watches this too you know…
Iser lets out a sigh as Moretti wheels back after being muted for the brief moment but he’s a little bit calmer after that warning from his client. Spencer has his free hand over his mouth at what has transpired.
Seth Iser: But everyone here can have their vendettas. Can be someone from Flashpoint like a certain...former acquaintance that just shot his mouth on television the first time he’s ever appeared on the program or it could be someone from Vertigo whom I have a long history with. Could even be Tyler Storm looking to get ahead and try to solely gun for me. It doesn’t matter. They’re treated the same in a situation like this. There is no place for heated emotions in this cold, unfeeling match when you only have one objective...and that’s to win. And win at all costs. There isn’t a trick that I won’t pull that I’ve learned in all my years in the industry in order to accomplish this goal. And I hope everyone who is deep in their own personal vendetta, be it a brand war or a personal grudge, remembers that…
Iser then just delivers that off-putting glare of his...a glare that is void of remorse. The anger that was on Moretti’s face turns into a smile seeing this sight.
Seth Iser: Because if they don’t...the man they once called The Deity of Destruction, yours truly, will ascend to the throne.
And with that warning Iser ends up walking off with a glare etched on his face and Spencer Burke is still feeling a bit off put by the tone in Iser’s voice. Moretti then intentionally wheels over Spencer’s foot and he lets out a howl in pain, hopping up and down on his good foot while holding the afflicted foot before Moretti wheels away cackling at his mischief.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:19:11 GMT -5
We cut back to Piper Lennon sitting on a crate in the loading area backstage, feet dangling in the air. She looks down at the camera hanging from her neck, fidgeting with it before glancing up. Piper Lennon: Now this one might be worth documenting. On Vertigo 50, a milestone event to boot. A beat skips. Piper Lennon: There's no pretense, no hiding the violent streak with this one, I know this is one where I can look forward to getting my hands dirty-- a real salt of the earth, scrappy fight. But yet-- She hops up to her feet. Piper Lennon: -- there's something there that's tough to put your finger on. Our Pope's a real mystery, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a rubix cube. A loner, but always let herself play the supporting cast despite her talents. Then she breaks out solo, then it's back to being supporting cast for Jimothy Page. Now the yo-yo, the pendulum's swinging back the other way. Huh. A light shrug. Piper Lennon: Sometimes to get to the bottom of a mystery you have to investigate firsthand, sometimes you have to take things completely apart and see how they work. Either way, my eyes are on the path ahead. Rumble season coming up, all sorts of exciting possibilities, things to learn there. In the meantime, I'll be sure to capture what I find along the way. Tapping the camera with her index finger, she walks off out of sight. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:19:35 GMT -5
Returning from the commercial break, Jessie Pederson is seen stood somewhere backstage at the Spectrum Center, microphone in hand.
Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion...Lowri Moss!
The camera pans out, and the audience respond with a loud cheer, as Lowri comes into view. Dressed in a Pendragon t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she has a beaming smile on her face, with her championship belt draped proudly over her left shoulder.
Jessie Pederson: Lowri, we’re two weeks removed from A New Odyssey, and people are still buzzing about what happened that night, and in particular, about what happened during the show’s main event. As part of the victorious Team Page, what was being involved in that match like for you?
Lowri takes a breath, not quite sure where to begin.
Lowri Moss: Well, what can I say about Steel Warfare that hasn’t already been said? I think the trainers and the medics probably had to work overtime after A New Odyssey, especially after that match.
She then lets out a small sigh, before continuing.
Lowri Moss: I’ve been in a number of brutal matches in my first year in FGA - the ladder match at All-Star Showdown VI, the scaffold match at Patriot Games - but none of them were anywhere near as violent or as savage as Steel Warfare was. My body ached more after that match than after any other match that I’ve been in so far in my career. If I could’ve, I would’ve liked to have spent much of the following day in bed, resting, but instead I had to get on a flight with Neal, to be in Delaware for an SCCW show; after what we had to endure in Steel Warfare, it’s astounding that he was able to compete again just twenty-four hours later, let alone that he actually won his match.
Lowri stands open-mouthed in amazement for a brief moment, as she recalls her boyfriend’s successful outing at SCCW Vindication, the day after A New Odyssey.
Lowri Moss: I suppose me going after Dom Harter in the way that I did was at best impatient, and at worst reckless, but I was just so eager to get at him. I don’t know how many times during the match I was slammed face-first into the cage, or how many times I was rammed back-first into it, but it doesn’t matter, because in the end, it was all worth it. After everything that I’ve been put through in the past five or six months by Dom and The New Murder, to be standing tall with the rest of Team Page at the end of A New Odyssey was extremely satisfying - it was definitely a night to savour.
Jessie Pederson: Something else that must’ve been satisfying for you, was you finally being able to get your hands on the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, which you had won two weeks earlier, only for it to then be stolen by Jaelynn Ramsey.
Lowri nods her head.
Lowri Moss: Absolutely.
She takes a quick glance at the belt on her shoulder, before looking back to Jessie.
Lowri Moss: When I spoke to you last month, Jessie, shortly after winning the title, I remember I told you that it hadn’t really sunk in yet that I was the new champion. However, in the past two weeks, now that I have the belt in my possession, the realisation of what I’ve accomplished has well and truly set in.
A light, somewhat nervous laugh escapes Lowri.
Lowri Moss: You know, I had pictured a worst case scenario, where Jae would hold the championship hostage, until she got a return match for the title - which as the former champion, she is of course entitled to. And then in that match, one or more of her fellow crows would interfere, causing me to lose, and so my time as the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion would come to an end without me ever even getting to hold the belt, without me having been able to have my photo taken with it, leaving me with nothing to show for the first championship reign of my career. Thankfully though, that didn’t come to pass.
Lowri again looks towards her shoulder, staring at her championship belt while she continues to talk.
Lowri Moss: I spent so many months chasing this championship, so in contrast, having to wait another two weeks to get my hands on it after finally winning it was nothing. And although I’ve only been the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion for four weeks, and although I’ve only had the belt in my possession for two weeks, with this being the first title that I’ve won in my career, it’s already something that I hold very dear.
She then looks back to Jessie.
Lowri Moss: Hopefully I’ve got a long and successful career in front of me, but whatever I go on to achieve, in FGA and elsewhere, as a singles competitor, as one half of Pendragon, or even as one third of Wrestling, Innit?, I will always have a special fondness for this title.
Jessie Pederson: Okay, well, you’re going to be back in action later tonight, when you and Neal Durden take on the team of Firing Squad, Luke Jackson and Ymir Ocampos, and while I know that match is probably what you want to concentrate on right now, I have to ask, have you looked ahead at all to what lies in store for you as Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion?
Lowri Moss: Yes, I have, and like I said to you last month, Jessie, I want to be a champion that FGA and the fans can be proud of - I want to be a fighting champion, and I look forward to defending the championship against all comers. As I just mentioned a moment ago, Jae is entitled to a return match for the title, so if she wants to set foot in the ring with me again, I’ll gladly beat her once more. I’m also aware that there’s a series of title eliminators taking place currently, with Susan Kent having won her match two weeks ago, and I’ll be keeping an eye on the match between Aria Eckhart and Tyler Storm later, to see who wins that one.
She pauses to adjust the belt on her shoulder.
Lowri Moss: I expect there are plenty of people on the Vertigo roster who would love to have the chance to win this championship. I mean, just on the subject of my match tonight, I know Ymir has aspirations of one day being the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, and I would be happy to defend the title against her, in what would be an interesting mix of styles, as well I’m sure as an entertaining match for the fans. However, there is one person in particular that I would like to defend this title against, and while it’s not for me to tell our General Manager how to do his job, if it were up to me, my first challenger for this title would be someone who was one of my teammates for Steel Warfare.
Jessie Pederson: I’m assuming the person that you’re referring to is Sadie San Francisco.
Lowri responds with a nod, and the audience can be heard roaring at the prospect of another match between her and the former champion.
Lowri Moss: Kris Cruise recently described Sadie as “one of the great Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champions in history” - and rightly so. Now that Steel Warfare has come and gone, I have no idea what Sadie’s aims are; she might feel like she has already done all there is for her to do as Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion - who knows, maybe she fancies having a crack at Fujiko for the Pride Championship instead.
There is a shrug from Lowri.
Lowri Moss: Having said that though, the way that Sadie looked at this title when she handed it to me at the end of A New Odyssey suggests to me that she would like to have an opportunity to regain it. I think most people will remember that the previous time she and I had a one-on-one match, last October, it was ruined by Dom Harter. Following that match, Sadie told me that she would be waiting for our rematch once all that bull[BEEP] was over with, which is something that I sent her a tweet last weekend to remind her of. She replied by saying something about not wanting a handout, but she did admit that it would be nice for the two us to be able to have a match free from intrusion, which I completely agree with, so…
Lowri’s voice trails off, with something - or rather, someone - having caught her eye, and she looks off to the side.
Lowri Moss: Speak of the devil.
Our cameras pan over, revealing Sadie San Francisco, who is dressed to compete already, twisting the cap back onto an empty bottle of water as she approaches Lowri and Jessie with a faint smile. Sadie slows to a stop as her gaze drifts down toward the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. She lingers there for a moment as if considering her next words before finally--
Sadie San Francisco: You know…
She looks back up at Lowri, her expression growing serious, though the small smile remains in tact.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m never gonna forget Steel Warfare. I’m never gonna forget what it felt like to finally-- finally put the New Murder in their place. We went through hell to do it… but we did it. We’re linked by that. That’s always gonna be a part of us. But that...
Sadie gestures to the belt, still making eye contact with Lowri.
Sadie San Francisco: That links us too. Hm?
Lowri quickly has a peek at the belt, and then looks to Sadie again.
Lowri Moss: I suppose it does. In fact, it could be said that it has linked us together, one way or another, for much of the past twelve months.
Sadie looks at Jessie for a second before looking back to Lowri, giving her a small nod as she takes a step back.
Sadie San Francisco: Gotta handle business… see what Piper’s all about. But I’m ready when you are.
Lowri reciprocates Sadie’s nod.
Lowri Moss: That's what I wanted to hear.
Sadie lingers there, gaze on the champion for a second longer before she turns on her heel and makes her way down the corridor toward gorilla. Lowri watches as Sadie disappears from view, before turning back to Jessie, who is waiting with another question for her.
Jessie Pederson: So, do you have a date in mind for when this match between you and Sadie might take place?
She rubs her chin with her right hand, pondering the question.
Lowri Moss: I hadn't thought that far ahead, but...I guess I'm going to need an opponent for Only The Strong Survive, right?
Lowri looks at Jessie with the same grin that has been present on her face throughout the interview. She then turns to take her leave, to finish getting ready for her own match later, and the cameras cuts back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:19:58 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Sadie San Francisco vs. Piper Lennon The lights in the arena fade to a rose color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system and a roar surges through the audience. Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a brow raised, and a small smirk on her face, expression hidden behind tinted aviators. She walks down the ramp. She pauses in front of the ring, glancing up into it before calmly walking around toward the side which the hard-camera faces. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from The West Side! She is “The Pope”, SAAAAADIEEEEE SAAAAAN FRAAAAANCIIIISSSSSSCOOOOO!!! Sadie places a hand on the bottom rope before turning, looking over her shoulder toward the audience. With one finger, she lowers her sunglasses for just a moment to wink out at the audience before pushing them back into place and swiftly pulling herself into the ring beneath the bottom rope and right back up to her feet. Sadie calmly removes her sunglasses, handing them off to the referee, slowly walking the ropes. Kris Cruise: Sage San francisco was part of the winning team at A New Odyssey when her and the rest of Team Page defeated Jaelynn Ramsey and the rest of The New Murder. Now that that chapter is over and done with, The Pope has her sights set on reclaiming the title that was once hers for the latter half of last year. Stephy Auger: That’s all well and good. But is Selfish San Francisco in any position to compete her tonight? Jaelynn and The New Murder did a number on her surgically repaired right arm. The arena lights dim as the instrumental version of Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street" begins to play. A few moments pass before Piper Lennon ambles out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the ramp to survey her surroundings. She zigs and zags, taking her time as she makes her way down the ramp, taking everything in but not paying the fans any particular mind. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from La Jolla, California… PIIIIIPERRRRRRR LEEEENNOOOOON!!! After circling halfway around the ring, she removes her jacket and camera, leaving them at the timekeeper's area. She stops in front of the announce desk, leaning back against it and staring up at the ceiling. Only then does she pick the pace up, lurching forward and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring, then popping up to her feet. She takes her corner, slouching back and drumming her fingers as she waits for the match to begin. Kris Cruise: Piper Lennon fell to Aria Eckhart at A New Odyssey; her first defeat in FGA. Lennon could bounce back with a big win here tonight. Stephy Auger: She can and I think she will. She had no problem working over Eckhart’s back. She’ll have no qualms about targeting Selfish San Francisco’s bum arm. The starts with a collar-and-elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, San Francisco gains the advantage with an arm wrench. The crowd cheers as The Pope delivers another arm wrench. The ref heads over and asks Lennon if she wants to give up. Lennon shakes her head ‘no’. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. Lennon then yanks San Francisco over to her before catching her in a side headlock. The Pope then shoves Lennon off into the ropes. When Lennon returns, she knocks San Francisco down with a running shoulder block to the right shoulder. The crowd boos as San Francisco immediately grabs her right arm! Kris Cruise: Did you see what Lennon just did? Stephy Auger: Yep and it was perfectly legal! Lennon turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, San Francisco turns over into the prone position. Lennon hops over her before running into the far ropes. When Lennon returns, San Francisco gets back to her feet and leapfrogs over her. Lennon continues to run the ropes. When Lennon returns, San Francisco goes for a hip toss. But Lennon steps through it before bringing San Francisco down with an arm drag. She then slaps on an armbar to the right arm. The ref gets down and asks San Francisco if she wants to give up. But The Pope refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, San Francisco uses her free arm to move Lennon into the ropes. She then shoves Lennon off into the far ropes. When Lennon returns, the crowd cheers after The Pope knocks her down with a back elbow to the face. As Lennon gets back up, San Francisco runs over and knocks her down with a running back elbow. After Lennon returns to her feet, The Pope grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Lennon returns, San Francisco knocks her down with a left arm clothesline. The Pope drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Lennon kicks out. Kris Cruise: Lennon started to target San Francisco’s right arm. But The Pope was quick to fend her off. The Pope picks up Lennon and delivers an arm wrench. Lennon groans when San Francisco delivers an arm wrench… then another… and another. The ref checks in with Lennon and asks if she wants to give up. Lennon refuses. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into another arm wrench. After pulling The Pope over towards her, Lennon places her in another side headlock. She then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. After spinning The Pope back towards her, Lennon takes San Francisco by the right arm and delivers an arm wringer, sending The Pope down shoulder-first to the canvas. The crowd boos as San Francisco groans in pain. Lennon reaches down, pulls San Francisco back up and delivers another arm wrench to the right shoulder. The Pope tries to reach over and reverse. But Lennon is quick to deliver a yank to the right arm, dropping The Pope down to a knee. As San Francisco gets back to her feet, Lennon yanks on the arm again, dropping her back down to a knee. After San Francisco battles back to a vertical base, she rolls forward and leans back. After The Pope kips up, Lennon grabs her by the hair and throws her down with a mat slam. The Pope kips back up, only to get thrown back down with another mat slam. After San Francisco kips up for a third time, Lennon takes The Pope, places her in a hammerlock, runs forward and throws her right shoulder-first against the turnbuckles! The boos continue when Lennon turns The Pope around before delivering a front push kick to the right shoulder! Lennon then takes San Francisco and sends her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. She the runs across the ring and throws out a corner bionic elbow. But San Francisco moves out of the way, causing Lennon to crash into the turnbuckles! As Lennon stumbles back, San Francisco runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she connects with a running high knee to the back of the head, sending Lennon stumbling through the ropes and to the floor. While Lennon picks herself up on the outside, The Pope turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers when she leaps through the ropes and knocks Lennon down with a suicide dive! Kris Cruise: The Pope just took out Lennon on the outside! San Francisco picks up Lennon and slams her face-first onto the apron before rolling her back inside. The Pope then climbs up onto the apron. When she’s in the middle of stepping through the ropes, Lennon quickly gets up, grabs San Francisco by the right arm and sending her crashing shoulder-first onto the canvas with another arm wringer! The boos continues as she picks up San Francisco before bringing her down with a hammerlock belly to back suplex. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . San Francisco gets her left shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Lennon’s right back to attacking the arm! Stephy Auger: Good! Lennon picks up San Francisco, marches into the corner and slams her face-first onto the top turnbuckle. She then turns San Francisco around and delivers a series of knife edge chops. Lennon takes The Pope and sends her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. She then runs across the ring to attack when San Francisco knocks her back with a left armed back elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Lennon runs back into the corner. This time, The Pope knocks her back with a boot to the face. She then quickly climbs up onto the middle ropes before knocking Lennon down with a diving knee drop! The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Lennon kicks out. San Francisco picks up Lennon and whips her into the ropes. When Lennon returns, she sees The Pope setting up for a back body drop. So she counters with a single arm DDT to the right arm! The boos continue as she pushes San Francisco over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . San Francisco gets her left shoulder up. Lennon pulls up San Francisco, brings her down with a snapmare and runs into the ropes. When Lennon returns, she knocks The Pope flat against the canvas with a running knee! The boos continue as she drops down to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . San Francisco gets her left shoulder up. Lennon picks up San Francisco, moves her into the corner and sends her slumping down with alternating knife edge chops and jabs. She then applies a foot choke. The crowd boos Lennon while the ref gives her until the count of five to break the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Lennon breaks the choke. She reaches down, pulls San Francisco up by the hair and moves her from out of the corner before sending her into the far ropes. When The Pope returns, Lennon throws out a lariat. But San Francisco ducks and runs into the ropes. When she returns, Lennon brings her down with a leg lariat. The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . San Francisco gets her left shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Lennon has really been taking it to The Pope over the last few minutes. Stephy Auger: Maybe Selfish San Francisco should have been focused on the woman in front of her instead of that Welshie, Lowri Moss! As Lennon slowly pulls up San Francisco by the hair, The Pope quickly counters with a sitout jawbreaker, sending Lennon stumbling back. San Francisco gets back up to her feet and charges over to attack. Lennon ducks and dumps San Francisco over the top rope. Instead of crashing to the floor, San Francisco lands safely on the apron. When Lennon turns around, San Francisco doubles her over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes using her left shoulder. She then goes for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as The Pope tries to pull Lennon down. Lennon can be seen swinging her arms wildly. Once Lennon regains her balance, she follows up with a double foot stomp to the chest. The boos continue as she drags The Pope back to the center of the right and delivers a stomp to the right leg, left leg and left arm. Lennon then delivers repeated stomps to the right shoulder! She then reaches down, grabs San Francisco by the right wrist and pulls her up onto her knees. Lennon keeps hold of the arm as she delivers a soccer kick flurry. Lennon then lets go, turns and runs into the far ropes. When Lennon returns, he knocks San Francisco down with another running knee! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . San Francisco gets her left shoulder up. Lennon picks up San Francisco and whips her into the corner. She then runs over to attack when San Francisco knocks her back with a boot to the face. After stumbling back, Lennon charges back into the corner. This time, San Francisco counters with a snap powerslam into the turnbuckles! Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco with the counter! Stephy Auger: Nooo! The cheers continue as San Francisco takes Lennon and hangs her in the Tree of Woe. She delivers several kicks to the midsection before delivering a jumping stomp to the jaw! The move sends Lennon falling out of the corner. The Pope reaches down, picks up Lennon and repeatedly slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle while the crowd counts along. Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! San Francisco turns Lennon around and nails her with a barrage of left-handed forearm strikes to the face. After a throat punch doubles Lennon over, San Francisco whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Lennon staggers out of the corner, The Pope doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before delivering the Vaticanplex (double rolling bridging fisherman suplex)! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Lennon gets her shoulder up. Stephy Auger: Phew! San Francisco picks up Lennon, places her in a front facelock and delivers multiple elbows to the back of the neck. She then takes Lennon and brings her down with a Downward Spiral. The cheers continue as The Pope pushes her over to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Lennon gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for The Pope! Stephy Auger: C’mon, Piper, you’re still in this! San Francisco picks up Lennon and goes for an irish whip. But Lennon reverses, sending her into the ropes. When San Francisco returns, Lennon throws out a lariat. The Pope ducks the lariat, floats over across Lennon’s back and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection before bringing her down with a Fameasser! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Lennon gets her shoulder up. The Pope picks up Lennon and whips her into the ropes. When Lennon returns, San Francisco drives her down with an angled sidewalk slam! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Lennon gets her shoulder up. As San Francisco pulls Lennon up from off the canvas, Lennon breaks free and delivers a throat cross chop. Stephy Auger: YES! The boos continue as Lennon whips San Francisco into the ropes. When The Pope returns, Lennon brings her down with a flapjack. Lennon then steps out onto the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Once San Francisco gets back to her feet and turns around, Lennon goes for a diving bionic elbow. The crowd cheers when San Francisco counters with a punch to the midsection, doubling her over. Kris Cruise: The high risk didn’t pay off! San Francisco then runs into the ropes. Whens he returns, she knocks Lennon upright with a high knee lift. She then takes Lennon, delivers an irish whip and follows her across the ring. As soon as Lennon’s back hits the ropes, San Francisco nails her with a running knee strike to the face, sending her slumping down against the ropes. San Francisco then reaches down, pulls Lennon back up and sends her into the far ropes with an irish whip. When Lennon returns, San Francisco knocks her down with Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike)! After pulling Lennon back to ehr feet, The crowd crowd explodes with cheers when San Francisco brings her down with Vanity (Unprettier)! She turns Lennon over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd explodes with cheers when “Young Nation” blasts over the PA. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, SADIE SAN FRANCISCO! The cheers continue as San Francisco gets her left arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Piper Lennon brought a viciousness to this match against Sadie San Francisco. But The Pope was able to survive the onslaught and pick up the win. What happens next, though? Lowri Moss said that if it were up to her, she’d defend her Mid-ATlantic Legacy Championship against The Pope. San Francisco says she’s ready when Moss is. I don’t know about you, Stephy, but I think we’ve got a title match to look forward to! Stephy Auger: Welshie vs. Selfish San Francisco? No thanks... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:20:20 GMT -5
Backstage, Neal Durden stutters back and forth in his wrestling gear and his green Pendragon shirt. Lowri Moss is nowhere to be seen, as he continues to stretch in preparation of the match against Firing Squad. Neal sighs, trying to shake off some of the nervousness he could be having prior to the match, before he sees the camera and chuckles a bit. He was kind of taken aback by the camera’s presence there. Durden slightly looks left and right, probably looking for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Lowri Moss, but he quickly realizes she is not going to be there, at least not initially, so he starts speaking. Neal Durden: “What’s next?” The question that lingers on the back of my mind ever since the end of Steel Warfare. “What’s next?” I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve been asked that question in the past few days. But I can assure you it has been enough that it has gotten to me. A sigh from Durden, before a smirk appears on his face. Neal Durden: I mean, Jimmy Page seems to be primed for a shot at the Undisputed Title. Lowri and Sadie need to have their match. Malcolm Drake… will be Malcolm Drake… and then… there’s me. Neal looks down, with both hands on his waist. He then brings his head up and continues talking. Neal Durden: I am the odd man out, it seems. The one that was left without a path after Steel Warfare… yet, I don’t see this as a rib. I don’t see this as me being the weak link by any means. Durden chuckles as he looks directly at the camera before continuing. Neal Durden: On the contrary, just like the fact that I was drafted way after Lowri Moss was drafted… I see this as the opportunity to prove myself. Lowri has been here in FGA for a long time, all of you know about her, about what she can do, about her struggles. I am yet to earn the same spot that Lowri has earned here. Neal looks at the Pendragon shirt and grabs it as he speaks. Neal Durden: So, I need to do the same. I need to prove I belong here with this roster, not just as a tag team specialist, but also as what I was drafted as… a singles competitor. Tonight, Pendragon might be tagging up and taking on Firing Squad. A team we sort of know from that gauntlet we were part of a couple of weeks back. A team that we know have a chip on their shoulders. But that chip isn’t as big as the one Lowri Moss and myself have right now. A smirk draws on Durden’s face as he continues Neal Durden: But as you know, Lowri Moss carries the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship… and I don’t want her to have to pull double duty come April 28, 2018… The mention of the date brings the crowd to a collective “ooohh!” as they feel they know where Neal is going with this. Neal Durden: So, “what’s next?”… The Gold Rush Rumble! As I officially announce that I’m going to be taking part in that match and I will start to carve out my spot in Frontier Grappling Arts! I’m going to prove that I’m not just a tag team specialist… but that I’m also a very capable singles competitor, and I’m going to prove Brandon McDonald’s faith in drafting me was well founded, not only because he managed to bring together one of the premier tag teams in the world… as having Lowri Moss and myself on the same roster, brings together Pendragon… but also, he managed to find a hidden gem of a singles competitor… and it all starts tonight. After that, Lowri Moss came into the scene and the duo known as Pendragon made their way down the hallway as the scene cut elsewhere in the arena. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:20:36 GMT -5
"War Machine" by KISS screams over the arena’s P.A. system and the live audience explodes to their feet with their eyes immediately turning towards the entranceway. Chris Madison steps out from behind the curtain in street clothes, noticeably without the FGA Pride Championship that had become synonymous with his name. Slowly, he made his way down the ramp towards the ring, touching the hands of the fans who reached over the security railing. Chris made it to the steps and soaked in the reaction he got from the fans before climbing up and into the ring. Immediately he made his way towards the timekeeper and signaled for a microphone. He centered himself and looked around once more at the jam-packed Spectrum Center.
Chris Madison: Charlotte…
The fans roared as the former Pride Champion mentioned the city they called home.
Chris Madison: I wish I could share the enthusiasm.
He bowed his head momentarily, spinning the snapback baseball cap around so that the brim was facing forward.
Chris Madison: A New Odyssey didn’t quite play out as I had hoped. I knew goin’ in, that I had a pair of wars lined up for me. Mitsuo Shimada, who always turns his game up a notch when I’m standin’ on the other side of the ring, and then the winner of the triple threat match that determined the number one contender for the Pride Championship. Kol, Edwards, Fujiko, they all killed it and made it crystal clear how bad they wanted to be the one to contend for the Pride Championship. Ultimately, Fujiko Mine earned another shot and beat me clean with the strap on the line.
Chris walked over towards the ropes that faced the production cameras in the audience. He leaned on the top rope and looked out towards the crowd that made their disappointment heard loud and clear.
Chris Madison: All of that isn’t necessary. Fujiko went out there and did exactly what she said she was goin’ to do. When push came to shove, she proved to be the better wrestler on that night. I can sit here and make all the excuses in the world for my failures. I could try to pass the blame onto Brandon MacDonald, I could try to pass the blame onto Mitsuo Shimada, but that’s not who I am. I failed. I failed to get through that first match in the kind of shape to successfully defend against Fujiko. That’s on me, no one else!
The disappointment is apparent by the look on Madison’s face.
Chris Madison: With these title reigns come certain contractual clauses…
The crowd cheers, assuming Madison is going to address a rematch between him and Fujiko Mine.
Chris Madison: The first Vertigo after Final Frontier, you saw three people stand in this ring and argue their cases to contend, to be the next challenger for the Pride Championship. Now I can sit here and put an immediate stop to any of that because of a contractual rematch clause. I could stand in this ring, piss and moan, and force myself to the front of the line. But that’s not who I am!!!
The audience buzzes, trying to figure out the direction that the former Pride Champion was going.
Chris Madison: I wouldn’t feel right just claimin’ that I deserve a rematch, that I should automatically contend for the Pride Championship after a clean loss. Especially with the work I’ve put in, tryin’ to make that championship embody the spirit of a fightin’ champion! Do I want another shot at the Pride Championship? Of course I do! In the championships’s five year history, five people have been Pride Champion twice - I would love the honor to be the first three time FGA Pride Champion! But I don’t want that opportunity given to me because of a contractual clause! I fight for what’s mine, and that will never change!
The FGA fans cheer as they begin to put the pieces together.
Chris Madison: If I’m goin’ to contend for the Pride Championship, I’m goin’ to earn it just like anyone else. If there is anyone in that locker room that thinks they deserve an opportunity to challenge Fujiko Mine for the FGA Pride Championship, I’m issuin’ you an open challenge; Pride Rules, with my contractual rematch up for grabs! I’m comin’ for you Fujiko, but I’m not goin’ to fight my way to that rematch because that’s what the Pride Championship stands for!
Chris dropped the microphone in the ring, showered by a deafening round of applause before “War Machine” by KISS begins to play again. He steps through the ropes and hops down to the arena floor, slapping the hands of the nearby fans before making his way back up the entranceway and into the backstage area.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:20:57 GMT -5
The camera cuts backstage to General Manager Brandon Macdonald sitting in his office. He’s looking into the camera, clearly wanting to say something about some of the things that have transpired since A New Odyssey.
Brandon Macdonald: Ladies and gentlemen, as you may or may not have heard...James Edwards’ contract expired mid-week, and he has since signed with Flashpoint. He’ll be competing over there effective immediately. I know some might say that this is a big loss for us as a brand…
Brandon pauses as he tries to compose himself and avoid getting angry.
Brandon Macdonald: But I say good riddance. I don’t need cowards and sore losers on my brand. I’m here to support wrestlers. Fighters. People who get knocked down but get right back up swinging. People like Kol. He was my number one free agency signing. In the same match as Edwards at A New Odyssey, Kol also lost. But did he run off to somewhere with less competition? Did he go somewhere where things would be handed to him? No. Kol stayed right here and actually asked me to give him a big match this week. That’s why he’s wrestling Jimmy Page in tonight’s main event. Because he’s a fighter. James Edwards is nothing more than a coward who tucks his tail when the going gets tough. Good riddance.
He stops again as he catches his breath and slows himself down to prevent any more ranting about Edwards.
Brandon Macdonald: Secondly, I’d like to address Brian Stryker’s comments from last week. He continues to think that I screwed him over. But I could not have been more clear that I had nothing to gain from doing that. I had absolutely nothing to do with that attack. I wanted him on my show. I launched a full investigation on what happened to him. But in the end, he reaped what he sowed when it came to Tijerina. So I would appreciate it if he kept my name out of his mouth and focused the blame on the one person who deserves it for what happened. Himself.
Another pause from Macdonald and another deep breath.
Brandon Macdonald: And finally...I have a message for Hadley. It’s been two weeks since A New Odyssey and I still have not heard a word from you. You run your mouth about me and how I won’t communicate with you, but it’s you who’s the real problem. I advise you to either get in touch with me, or to leave myself and Vertigo out of your mouth. Don’t start a war that you cannot win Hadley.
With that, Macdonald gets up from his desk and walks off camera as we slowly fade back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:21:26 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Aria Eckhart vs. Tyler Storm The lights begin to slow fade out to the opening tunes of "Eye of the Tiger" before flashing quickly back on once the rifts of the guitar begin playing, along with being met with flashes of blue and gold light on the stage. Once the song picks up into it's normal tune about 25 seconds in, Tyler Storm rushes out from behind the curtain to a positive pop, bobbing his head to the beat of the song and mouthing out to the fans. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Tuscaloosa, Alabama! Weighing in at 215 pounds… TYYYYLERRRRR STOOOORRRRM!!! Once the lyrics start, Tyler begins making his way down the ramp, walking along the left for the first half of his trek to the ring and high-fiving fans or talking with them, and doing the same in the second half of his walk on the right side. Before long he reaches ringside and after interacting with a few more people at ringside, he works his way up the stairs onto the ring apron. He rubs his feet off for a few moments, then gripping onto the top rope he jumps up and slides his legs in between the top and middle ropes and into the ring. The song goes on for a few more moments with Storm motioning out to the crowd for a reaction before rushing to one side of the ring just as the drawn out "Eye of the Tiger" lyric hits, landing his right foot on the bottom rope and his left on the middle rope with his arms spread out open with the audience cheering. He then hops back off the ropes and walks over to his corner as the music fades. Kris Cruise: Tyler Storm is fresh off of a win against his rival Seth Iser. The only thing that probably felt better was him getting five minutes alone with Vincent Moretti in the ring. Stephy Auger: Tyler Storm tried to snap Moretti’s ankle! He attacked a non-wrestler! Moretti is in a wheelchair because of him. A wheelchair! Kris Cruise: Moretti was barely in the ankle lock for long. Stephy Auger: Did you not hear the part about him being wheelchair bound! Kris Cruise: He’s not wheelchair bound! Storm also didn’t attack some innocent victim. Seth Iser lost the match and thus, Storm got five minutes with Moretti! It was a stipulation that Iser and Storm agreed to! “Outlet” by the eccentric artist Desiigner sets the P.A. System ablaze as the feet cuts to the backstage area where Aria Eckhart is spotted heading towards gorilla position! Kris Cruise: Speaking of wins at A New Odyssey, Aria Eckhart got herself a win over her tormenter, Piper Lennon. Lennon tried to expose the ugliness in Eckhart... Stephy Auger: … she didn’t “try”, she succeeded… Kris Cruise: Eckhart did let Lennon into her head momentarily. But The Darling was able to regain control and got herself a win. During the pre-show for A New Odyssey, Susan Kent earned herself a win over Flavia Rocha in a Title Eliminator. Here tonight, Storm and Eckhart find themselves in a Title Eliminator. I’ve been told that two more Title Eliminators will happen on the next episode of Vertigo. The four winners will face off in a Fatal 4-Way Match at Only the Strong Survive. The winner? Well that individual will be receiving a Pride Championship match at a future date. A huge opportunity is at stake here for these two. Stephy Auger: Hopefully they blow it and this match ends in a Double Count. Kris Cruise: Wow, are you in some mood… She reached the curtain - taking in a few breaths. Aria pulled the curtain open slightly so the people watching on television at home could hear the cheers. The energy of the FGA fanbase.... The Darling pushed passed the curtain. She began to walk to the ring slapping hands with some of the fans who were in attendance to see some fantastic action in the Spectrum Center tonight. After giving one of the younger children a hug Aria continued to make her way to the squared circle. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois! She is Vertigo’s very 0wn Darling! ARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ECKHAAAAAAAART!!! Once Aria was closer to the ring she climbed up the steps before entering the ring. There she walked towards one of the corners climbing up to the second turnbuckle. The bell sounds with Eckhart and Storm shaking hands before circling the ring. They then meet back in the middle of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie up. Eckhart gains the advantage with a side headlock. She then performs a standing switch and transitions into a hammerlock from behind. After spinning Storm towards her, Eckhart brings him down with a snapmare before following up with a dropkick to the back of the head. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Eckhart brings Storm back to his feet and goes for an irish whip. But Storm reverses, sending Eckhart into the ropes. When Eckhart returns, Storm sets up for a back body drop. Eckhart sees it coming, so she kicks Storm in the shoulder, knocking him upright. The Darling then steps back before lunging forward and connecting with a lariat. The move knocks Storm back a step or two. So Eckhart turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, she connects with another lariat. This time, Storm gets knocked back three or four steps. So The Darling turns and runs back into the ropes. When Eckhart returns, Storm knocks her down with a bicycle kick. Kris Cruise: Eckhart got hit with a bicycle kick right in the face! Stephy Auger: Have you seen her face? It can’t get any worse. Kris Cruise: What is your deal here tonight? The cheers continue as Storm goes for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Eckhart gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Eckhart, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Eckhart and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Eckhart staggers from out of the corner, Storm leans forward and throws her down with a back body drop. As The Darling slowly turns over into the prone position, Storm turns and heads into the ropes. When Storm returns, he throws out a scissors kick. But Eckhart slips out of the way before following up with a schoolboy rollup. ONE . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. After both grapplers return to their feet, Storm throws out a left hook that gets ducked by Eckhart. Storm then throws out a right hook. Again, Eckhart ducks. She then counters with a backhand chop. The Darling fires off three more backhand chops. She then kicks Storm in the midsection, takes him by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. But Storm reverses, sending Eckhart into the ropes. When Eckhart returns, she knocks Storm down with a crossbody block. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Kris Cruise: Another quick nearfall by The Darling! Eckhart picks up Storm, takes him by the arm and delivers an arm wrench. The Darling then delivers another arm wrench… and another… and another. Storm goes to reach over to reverse when Eckhart delivers another arm wrench and follows up with a legsweep. She then takes a hold of one of Storm’s legs, lifts it up and delivers a spinning toe hold. Storm can be seen groaning when Eckhart delivers repeated spinning toe holds. The ref asks Storm if he wants to give up. But he refuses. After Eckhart motions for another spinning toe hold, Storm reaches up and pulls her down into a modified small package. ONE! . . TWO! . . Eckhart kicks out. After both grapplers return to their feet, Storm nails Eckhart with a European Uppercut, knocking The Darling backwards against the ropes. Storm then turns and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, Eckhart grabs the top rope and pulls down, sending Storm falling over the top rope and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Storm with a tumble to the floor! Stephy Auger: If Eckhart was smart, she’d let him stay out there and get counted out instead of trying to go after him. While Storm tries to pick himself up on the outside, Eckhart turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, Storm slides in and goes to kick Eckhart’s head off with a bicycle kick. This time, Eckhart’s able to duck before running into the ropes. When she returns, Storm lifts her up, turns and throws her down hard with a spinebuster! Kris Cruise: I felt that one all the way from out here! The cheers continues as Storm rolls across Eckhart and hooks the near leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Eckhart gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Eckhart, doubles her over with a boot to the midsection and heads into the ropes. When Storm returns, he knocks her down with a scissors kick to the back of the neck. Storm reaches down, pulls Eckhart back up, lifts her up across his back and brings her down with the Rolling Tide (Air Crash Raid Neckbreaker)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Eckhart gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Eckhart gets her shoulder up again! But as you can notice, she’s doing so just a little slower than before. Storm’s trying to soften up her neck for something... Storm picks up Eckhart, lifts her up onto his shoulders, runs over towards the corner and throws her into the corner with a Buckle Bomb! After Eckhart staggers from out of the corner, Storm brings her down with a Backdrop Driver! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers when Eckhart gets her shoulder up! Storm picks up Eckhart and whips her into the ropes. When Eckhart returns, Storm leans forward, lifts Eckhart up onto his shoulders, turns and throws her down with an Alabama Slam! The cheers continue as Storm drops down and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Eckhart gets her shoulder up! Kris Cruise: Eckhart will not stay down! She knows the opportunity that is at stake in this match! Storm pulls a dazed Eckhart back up to her feet. He then runs into the ropes. When Storm returns, he runs past Eckhart before heading into the far ropes. When Storm returns, he lunges at Eckhart. But Eckhart’s bale to counter with The PrettySlam (Snap Scoop Powerslam) to an explosion of cheers! Stephy Auger: What the f… how? HOW!? Kris Cruise: Eckhart just used Storm’s momentum against him and brought him down with The PrettySlam! ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Eckhart takes Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, both grapplers knock each other down with a lariat. While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count… ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! After both grapplers return to their feet, Eckhart nails Storm with a backhand chop. Storm retaliates with a knife edge chop. Eckhart then nails him with two backhand chops. Storm then rattles off two knife edge chops. Eckhart guards her chest before hitting Storm with three backhand chops. Storm responds by blasting her with four knife edge chops. Eckhart doubles over while she guards her chest. When she stands back up, Storm blasts her with another knife edge chop. Eckhart turns away while she guards her chest. When Eckhart turns back to Storm, he doubles her over with a kick to the midsection. He then takes Eckhart, turns and sets her up for the Hybrid Crackdown (inverted headlock into rolling elbow). Storm throws out the elbow. But Eckhart’s able to duck. When Storm turns back to Eckhart, The Darling hits him with a spinning back kick before bringing him down with a leg hook reverse STO! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Eckhart picks up Storm, wrenches his arm and pulls him into a front facelock. The crowd cheers as Eckhart’s got Storm set up for the EDT (DDT). Just as Eckhart’s about to fall back and plant him head-first on the canvas, Storm delivers a double leg pickup, runs across the ring and rams Eckhart back-first against the turnbuckles. He then takes Eckhart and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Eckhart staggers from out of the corner, Storm runs across the ring and knocks her down with a yakuza kick. Storm then brings Eckhart back to her feet, lifts her up onto his shoulders and brings her down with the Eye of the Storm (Electric Chair Driver)! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Eye of the Tiger” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, TYLER STORM! The cheers continue as Storm gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Tyler Storm picks up the win, earning himself a spot in that fatal 4-Way at Only the Strong Survive! Who else will be joining Storm and Susan Kent in that match? We’ll find out next week on Vertigo! • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:21:46 GMT -5
The scene fades backstage where a figure dressed in a RIP cut and a hoodie is seen standing outside the arena looking up to the moon as he sits on his motorcycle. The Reaper growls at the site of the moon’s light shining down on him and looks away. He slowly gets off of the bike and drops the kickstand as he does so. The Reaper keeps his head down keeping from the camera catching just who this Reaper was as he slips his keys into his jean pocket. As he heads into the arena and backstage area he accidently walks into none other than Ymir Ocampos! The crowd pops at the sight of her. With a snarl The Reaper rips off his hood revealing himself to be Ryder McKnight! Boos being to rain down from the crowd watching.
Ryder McKnight: Watch where the f**k you’re going! You ever heard of look both ways before crossing? Well the same rule applies here, little girl.
Ymir furrows her brow at the RIP man, her mouth slightly open.
Ymir Ocampos: Y’know… I was about to say “my bad” for that, but maybe if you were actually looking at where you were going, that wouldn't have happened. Chill out, dude. Sheesh!
Shaking her head, Ymir moves to head on to where she was going. Ryder shakes his head and points at her.
Ryder McKnight: Me? Watch where I’m going? You’d be smart to use that head of yours and learn who and who not to smart off to. If this ever happens again I’ll be sure to introduce you to a friend of mine.
He smirks.
Ryder McKnight: I’m sure you was gonna meet him sooner or later but I like to think sooner is better in some situations.
Ymir frowns, realising Ryder’s still not letting this go. She looks back to him in mock prostration, throwing her hands up in the air, shaking like a leaf.
Ymir Ocampos: Oooh, I’m so scared! Don’t send the little teddy bear you keep for your temper tantrums after me! You’re the one swearing at people. It's not hard to apologise for a small mistake.
McKnight laughs and turns away from her.
Ryder McKnight: Don’t say I didn’t warn you...
Ryder growls a little as he chuckles and continues to make his way down the hall.
Ymir watches him leave for a moment before turning on her heel, muttering under her breath.
Ymir Ocampos: I swear… why is everyone such an ass around
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:22:03 GMT -5
Susan is walking backstage the camera follows her as she enters catering, she picks up a plate and fills it with Chicken Salad. Across from her is a member of the Vertigo roster.
Susan Kent: This food looks great.
The Vertigo member just shakes her head, while piling her plant with Chicken Wings, rice, and Macaroni Salad. Susan moves along adding some cornbread, a slice of Pizza and two scones to her plate, she grabs a bottle of water and sits down at a table, she sits and eats her food while scanning catering at the members of the roster, hoping that maybe one of them may want to talk to her, as she continues eating her food, Kendra walks in sits down across from Susan.
Kendra Hollis: This is where you went.
Susan Kent: Yeah, I've been doing so many appearances today I didn't get a chance to eat.
Kendra Hollis: So these people are wrestlers?
Susan Kent: Yes, they're wrestlers.
Kendra Hollis: Okay.
A wrestler passes by and waves at Susan, Kendra watches as he passes by.
Kendra Hollis: Wow, that guy is hot.
Susan Kent: I've never noticed, all I do is sit in my locker room, I would like to try a get to know some of my colleagues, but I've been here twenty minutes now and not one of them has talked to me.
Kendra Hollis: Maybe they're too busy stuffing their faces.
Susan finishes her plate of food then she and Kendra leave
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 3:22:23 GMT -5
The cameras pan to a shot of the cheering crowd, before some of those cheers turn to boos as The Greatest by Sia began blasting over the loudspeakers and Molly Reid slowly walks out from backstage. Boos from the people who still don’t appreciate her time with the New Murder and some cheers from those who saw her seemingly quit the group after A New Odyssey. Molly pauses at the top of the entrance ramp with a faint smile on her face as she looks out at the crowd. She’s dressed in jeans and a tight t-shirt as she’s not scheduled for a match tonight. She slowly walks down the ramp, absorbing both the cheers and the boos as she approaches the ring. Molly grabs a microphone from a ring hand and slides into the ring. She stands in the middle for a few moments, just staring out at the crowd. Eventually, she speaks. Molly Reid: I’m sorry… Clearly not what most of the crowd was expecting to hear. They quiet down a bit and listen to Molly continue. Molly Reid: Almost a year ago, when I joined the New Murder, I was in a bad place. I think everyone could see that. Not just personally, which I’m not here to talk about. But wrestling wise, I still hadn’t gotten to the level I wanted to get to. My goal here in FGA has always been to become world champion. That’s something that I’ve been clear about from the start. And I’ve tried to work my way up naturally of course. But you all remember last year before All Star Showdown. I couldn’t get a match. Nobody would make me a match. I was forgotten on the biggest show of the year until I set up my own match with Heather. Which I won. And nothing came from it. So I was feeling down and felt like no matter what I did, it wouldn’t quite be good enough to get myself that world title opportunity… Molly trails off a bit as she looks up the entrance ramp, and then back out at the crowd. Molly Reid: And that’s when I decided to join the New Murder. Dom offered me a chance and I took it because I thought they could help me take the next step. Maybe they could be the push I needed to get that world championship I’ve wanted since I stepped foot in FGA. And at first I thought it was perfect. I won that battle royal and I earned a world title shot. Finally, I’d have my chance at Final Frontier. But in the months leading up I started realizing that this wasn’t how I wanted it to go. All the attacks on Johnny Karma, on Jimmy Page, the shortcuts. That isn’t who I am. Everything I’ve accomplished in my career I’ve done without any help. Just me getting out there and getting it done in the ring. So this all felt wrong. And that’s why I asked Dom and the rest of New Murder to stay out of my match at Final Frontier. I wanted to not only give Johnny the fair title match he deserved, but I wanted to succeed or fail on my own. Winning the FGA Undisputed Championship is a dream, but not at the cost of what I’ve stood for my whole life. She pauses as the crowd seems to be clapping along in support of her as they remember the phenomenal main event of Final Frontier. Molly Reid: So I lost to Johnny. While obviously disappointed, I was happy that I had done it alone. There would never be any questions. Nor did I have any excuses. I simply wasn’t good enough then to beat Karma. There’s no shame in that. After that, I think it was pretty clear that I wasn’t overly enthused about anything New Murder related. I tried to hang in the background for most of it. I wasn’t sure how to tell Dom I wanted out, especially with Steel Warfare on the horizon. So I decided that I would compete in the match. It’s a match I’ve always wanted to compete in as well, so that was an added bonus. But after that match, I was done with the New Murder. And I’m happy to say that I followed through, and for those that missed it on Afterburn last week, I’m no longer a part of the New Murder. This announcement is met with far more cheers than anything Molly has heard since she walked out. She smiles more widely as she looks out at the crowd. She nods her head and thanks them for the support. Molly Reid: Means a lot to hear that. Been a while. But anyways, the reason I’m out here. I don’t expect every single FGA fan to forgive me right away. I have to earn your trust back. I also need to prove to everyone in the back that I’m still the same Molly Reid of old. That I don’t need help or interference to be one of the best in FGA. It’s time to get back to the old ways of doing things. The ways where I step into that ring alone, and I wrestle my damn heart out until I win, or until I physically can’t give any more. That’s what I’m here to do now. I hope you’ll give me a chance to do that, and I promise you that I won’t let you down. Which brings me to the other reason that I came out here… Molly pauses for a bit to build up the suspense, with a slight smirk on her face as she knows exactly what she’s doing. Molly Reid: See, I was trying to think of the best way to prove to everyone that I’m still the same Molly as I was before New Murder. And I think I’ve figured it out. See, almost a full year ago at Only the Strong Survive, I lost my Pride Championship to Chris Madison. It was a tough night for me. But I bounced back pretty well that very same night. I think you all remember when I entered the Gold Rush Rumble, and survived all the way to the final four. It was validation for me that I could compete with any of the best in FGA. Despite a two out of three falls match earlier in the night, I still outlasted 26 other wrestlers in the match before I was eliminated. It was then that I knew my dream of becoming FGA Undisputed Champion was actually attainable. Well it’s been a year since then and I’m still not champion. But that’s going to change soon. Because I’m here to officially announce that I’ll be entering this year’s Gold Rush Rumble! And I don’t care if I enter first, second, fifteenth or thirtieth. I’m entering this match and I’m going to outlast every other grappler and I’m going to earn myself an Undisputed Championship shot at All Star Showdown. And I won’t fail a second time. With that, Molly places the microphone down in the ring to the cheers of the crowd, though still some boos can be heard. She walks up the entrance ramp and high fives a few fans that are asking for it as the camera fades out. • COMMERCIAL BREAK • |
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