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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:09:08 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:15:17 GMT -5
And now, Frontier Grappling Arts presents… The scene shifts to an outside shot of Times Union Center in Albany, New York! We then transition inside the arena, where blue and white fireworks shoot off in various patterns. We then head to a wide shot of the arena. The camera pans around, capturing the rabid crowd. Geoff Penzer: Hello, wrestling fans, and welcome to Night 2 of Final Frontier! I am Flashpoint’s Geoff Penzer! Joining me here tonight are Vertigo’s Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger! Guys, what an amazing night of action we just witnessed! Less than 24 hours ago, we were treated to one of the best night’s of wrestling I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling! Kris Cruise: It was a great night of action, Geoff. But let’s give credit where credit is due, Flashpoint had some great matches as well. Of course, the highest honor last night went to Flashpoint’s own Evan Envi, who became the fifth grappler to win the Frontier Lions Cup trophy! The man that was picked dead last in the FGA Brand Extension Draft at #47 is now #1.!Envi is now the new #1 contender to the FGA Undisputed Championship! So you know he’s got his eyes set on tonight’s main event between Molly Reid and the reigning Undisputed Champion, Johnny Karma! Stephy Auger: Of course it was a great night of wrestling, Cruise! From what I’ve seen, Penzie doesn’t get too much of that over on the B Show. So I’m sure it must have been a treat seeing the real stars of FGA, the Vertigo grapplers, doing what they do bets last night! Kris Cruise: Stephy, please! Geoff Penzer: It’s okay, Kris. She’s more than entitled to her opinion, regardless of how ludicrous it may be. Vertigo did have some great action on display last night, from their Quarterfinals and Semifinals matches, to the great tag team match against the exciting team of Firing Squad against Serpent’s Touch, as well as the classic put on between Fujiko Mine and the man that is still the Pride Champion, Chris Madison. Stephy Auger: But that wasn't’t all. You’re missing an even bigger point. The FGA debuts of Reapers in Pride! Joey Perello and Ryder McKnight beat the tar out of #Shootcamp! I know it must have hurt Owen Gonsalves’ poor soul to make it all the way to the finals and leave empty handed. But it paled in comparison to the pain that was delivered by the Reapers in Pride! This was another solid acquisition by our GM Brandon Macdonald, which makes Vertigo’s tag team division even deeper than it already is. If Smart Style win tonight, which I’m sure they will, then they would be fools not to sign with Vertigo and bring those titles over to the A Show. Afterall, it makes since for the hottest tag team in wrestling to join the hottest brand in FGA! Kris Cruise: Well I’m pretty sure that The Chaotics and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad will have something to say about that. It all but looked like we’d be getting a rematch between P-L-A-S and The Chaotics until Smart Style were formally added to this match, making it a Triple Threat Tag. It’s first fall to a finish, guys. That means The Chaotics could lose the titles without being pinned or submitted! Geoff Penzer: It’s a tough spot that The Chaotics are in. But knowing Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander like I know them, I’m sure that they’re up for the challenge. Of course, that isn’t the only Championship match we’ve got for you tonight. Vertigo has another singles championship on the line! Stephy Auger: That’s right. Selfish San Francisco will be defending her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship against Julian Tijerina! Tijerina is the sole reason that Sadie is even champion in the first place. Yet time after time, she refuses to give him the proper credit that he deserves. But this is par for the course for Selfish San Francisco. She acted like an ungrateful brat to Neon when they were apart of Camp Envi, so I’m not surprised she isn’t bowing at Tijerina’s feet and giving him the praise that he deserves. Kris Cruise: It will be a cold day in Hell before Sadie every bows down to the likes of Tijerina. You talked about what Tijerina deserves, Stephy? The only thing Tijerina deserves is to get his butt kicked! Both he and his cohorts, Serpent’s Touch, screwed Brian Stryker out of his shot at the Pride Championship. Well I have it on good authority that not only is Stryker looking for payback, but he’s looking for it tonight! Stephy Auger: Say what? Kris Cruise: That’s right. Stryker might have lost last night. But he has not left Albany! Papa Stryker is still here! Stephy Auger: Oh no. Stryker is going to try and screw Tijerina over! Geoff Penzer: Hmm, sounds familiar... Kris Cruise: You had mentioned NEON earlier, Stephy. She’s in action here tonight in our opening contest! Geoff Penzer: That’s right! The Queen of Mean will be competing in a Triple Threat Match alongside Aria Bankowski and Terrence Tillman for the vacant 15 Championship! Two of those competitors will be looking for their first taste of FGA gold while Triple T is looking to become a three-time 15 Champion! I can assure you that the T-Unit will be behind their man here tonight. Geoff Penzer: We’ve also got six man tag team action when the team of Chandler Scott, Noelle Smith and El Stavito take on Ricky Valero, Bristow and Barnes! Thy Kingdom Come have used the numbers game to bully and attack Noelle and Stravito on numerous occasions. But the odds were even when Chandler Scott came into the picture to help his friend Noelle. Ricky Valero has been conveniently quiet since Chandler entered the picture. But it’s too late now. Valero knows that his mouth has written checks that his you-know-what can’t cash. Tonight, it’s all about payback! Stephy Auger: Then in the main event, Molly Reid will challenge Johnny Karma for the FGA Undisputed Championship! This is Molly Reid’s night. She’s already a double champion when you include her championships elsewhere. Tonight, she becomes a triple champion when she takes the Undisputed Championship from Johnny Karma! Two weeks ago on Vertigo, Molly pinned him in the center of the ring after giving him a Molly Kick. That was just a taste of what’s to come here tonight. I hope Evan Envi is watching because the last time he and Molly were in the ring together, she nearly kicked his head off! When Molly becomes the next Undisputed Champion, she’ll beat Envi just as badly as she did the last time! Kris Cruise: While it would be awesome to have the Undisputed Champion here on Vertigo, I think you’re doing a disservice to Johnny Karma by overlooking him! Karma was on a four year long journey that led to him finally winning the Gold Rush Rumble and, later, the Undisputed Championship! He’s overcome what The New Kings and Heroes Never Die did to him. He’s overcome all of the setbacks. He’s achieved the goal that every man and woman in that locker room have. He’s successfully defended his championship against the likes of Chandler Scott and Dom Harter. I’m not saying that because Karma beat them, he’s going to blow right past Molly Reid. Not at all. Molly Reid has proven that she’s a big game performer. But Karma has been through Hell to win the FGA Undisputed Championship! If Molly is to leave as the new champion tonight, she’s going to have to give him the fight of her life because Karma isn’t just going to hand that title over! Geoff Penzer: We’ve got a ton of action for you all tonight. Mark Storm vs. Robbie Black. James Edwards and Daniel Widdel. The huge Grudge Match between Jimmy Page and Chris Bond. Finally, after all these months, Page will get his hands on Bond after “The Battle-Hardened Veteran” turned on him to join The New Murder months ago! Speaking of which, we’ve got another huge Grudge Match between Dom Harter and Lowri Moss. After months of Harter’s taunting and his games and his attacks, Moss finally gets him alone in the ring! I think I speak for a lot of people when I say that I hope Moss kicks the you-know-what out of him! Stephy Auger: Pfft, speak for yourself. Kris Cruise: He does speak for a lot of us, actually. Stephy Auger: Traitor. Geoff Penzer: We’ve got another jam packed night out action. But before we send it to the ring for our opening contest, let’s watch these pre-recorded comments from one of the competitors in that match... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:15:39 GMT -5
{Previously Recorded} Triple T is seen standing alone. He is in his wrestling gear and a hoodie that is draped over his head. His head angled down with only a few features available to identify him. Terrence Tillman: You know…2017 was supposed to be the Year of the T-Unit! And it started out with a bang! Winning the 13 Championship after it was stolen from me. Joining the Flashpoint Roster, wrestling in a tournament on the other side of the world…Everything was going my way. Terrence Tillman: Then I lost the title again…and even though I got a little pay back for it being stolen from me again, I failed to get it back. And since then I’ve just been…here. Like I’m not falling to the back…but I’m not climbing to the top either. And after a while I had to have a Come to Jesus meeting with myself. I had to look inside and figure out what’s going on. And I realized something. You see I was walking around here talking about the fact that I was just as hungry as I was in LDFC. That I was just a hungry as I was in 3GW. But then I would get in the ring, and I would perform like my belly was full. Like I was satisfied with my status. Like being mediocre was ok. Terrence Tillman: I also learned that no matter how much I feel I want and deserve the top spot, I’m now on a roster where EVERYONE feels exactly the same way. And if I don’t bring it night in and night out I will continue to sit here flapping my gums and going nowhere. Terrence Tillman: So tonight. Tonight I’m going to walk down to that ring. And I’m going to end this year on the same high I started it on. And I’m going to do that by handing out beat downs like candy canes. Terrence Tillman: Bankowski, NEON…The two of you were placed in this match because it was believed by the higher ups that you deserved to be in the match. And I for one will never take that away from you. But you have to know that you are stepping into the ring with a man with nothing left to lose and the world to gain. You are going in that ring and facing one of the most athletically gifted wrestlers to step foot in a FGA ring. I have already won the 15 title twice, and I’m about to do it again. Cause you see while you are hell bent on making a name for yourself, I’m determined to KEEP mine. Terrence Tillman: I can’t continue to wade in the shallow end and be complacent. I can’t continue to call myself “Top Tier” if I’m relegating myself to the “D Leagues”. And I can not continue to let down those that have rode with me from day one. Those of you out there that believe in the T-Unit. All of you rocking the t-shirts. All of you with the signs. The fans that have carried me to this point in my career. Tonight, isn’t just about me. It’s about each and every card-carrying member of the T-Unit. And I’m going to do my best to not let you down again. Terrence Tillman: NEON…Aria. I could go on and on telling you just who the hell I am. I can spit the catch phrases, I can sing my own praise, but tonight I’m going to do things differently. I’m going to walk down to that ring. Out wrestle, outperform, and just plain out do the two of you, walk out as the 3 time 15 champion…and let you sing my praises to the masses yourself! Terrence Tillman: Top Tier baby…Let’s go! |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:15:54 GMT -5
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
15 CHAMPIONSHIP
NEON vs. Aria Bankowski vs. Terrence Tillman “Outlet” by the eccentric artist Desiigner sets the P.A. System ablaze as the feet cuts to the backstage area where Aria Bankowski is spotted heading towards gorilla position! Geoff Penzer: Aria Bankowski has the chance to win her first title here in FGA here tonight. Stephy Auger: The 15 Title seems like something that would be right up Aria’s alley. She’s got a history of vacating and trading in titles, you know. Kris Cruise: How about you just let Geoff Penzer call the Flashpoint matches, okay? Geoff Penzer: A.K.A. Stay in your lane Stephy Auger: … Bankowski 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 Times Union Center tonight. After giving one of the younger children a hug Bankowski continued to make her way to the squared circle. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a Triple Threat Match for the FGA 15 CHAMPIONSHIP! Ladies and gentlemen making her way down to the ring from West Orange, New Jersey...Standing at SIX FEET tall…..Flashpoint’s very own DARLING! ARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BANKOWSKI!!! 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. As she pointed towards select fans “Lik Down” took over the tune of Aria’s own music. Neon’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment. The lights suspend again and Neon makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually. Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California! She is “The Queen of Mean” NEEEEEEEOOOOOOON!!! She runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound. The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands… Geoff Penzer: Neon failed in her two previously shots at winning gold here in FGA, thanks to Sadie San Francisco. Can The Queen of Mean follow in Evan Envi’s footsteps and bring another accolade to Camp Envi this weekend? As the beginning horn sound that starts “Forever” blasts through the arena, Terrence Tillman runs out to the stage. Running back and forth shouting and waving his arms in the air motioning for the fans to get on their feet. He stops in the center and stretches his arms out to either side shouting “It’s Time” at the top of his lungs. Tillman starts his march to the ring with a smile on his face, slapping hands of the kids in the audience letting out an occasional “Wooo!” or “Yeah baby!” Melanie Sierra: And their opponent, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is “Terrific” TERREEENNNNCE TIIILLLLLMAAANNNN!!! Tillman rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and runs to each corner pointing to the fans, clapping his hands, and feeding off the crowd reaction. Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker may be the most successful 15 Champion when it comes to successful defenses. But no one has held the championship more times than Triple T. The Leader of the T-Unit has the chance to make history here tonight by becoming a three-time champion. We know how much the 15 Championship has meant to Tillman this year. He’s been screwed out of it on more than one occasion. Is tonight the night that The Terrific One finally gets his baby back? The match starts out with NEON immediately trying to take out the bigger man in the match, Terrence Tillman. She drives her knees into Tillman hastily, but they land true in his ribs. Bankowski decides enough was enough and heads over to help Tillman. She rips NEON away, who turns around with a brisk slap to the young woman’s face. She tries to follow up with a Big Boot, but Bankowski catches her leg. She spins her around to the re-emerging Tillman. He hits a Dropsault that shoves NEON into Bankowski’s arms, who plants her with a reversed Fallaway Slam. NEON escapes the ring, landing on the outside with a satisfying plop. Tillman sticks his hand out for Bankowski to shake, thanking her for the help. After the two shake hands, they opt to lock up. Tillman takes advantage, bringing Bankowski to the corner. He gives her a hard shove into it, before trying for a corner splash. Bankowski gets out of the ring, and meets Tillman with a backhand chop. Tillman holds his chest, but nods, impressed with the force. Geoff Penzer: Aria Bankowski has some strength, and Tillman just found out! The weight advantage doesn’t mean that doesn’t hurt. Another chop awaits him, but he reverses it and hits a CCS Enziguiri, knocking Aria down to the mat. He collects her up, tries for a Tiger Suplex, but Aria breaks the hold. She gets a headlock, but Tillman pushes her to the ropes. He throws her off, and goes for a clothesline on the return, but Bankowski ducks. When she hits the opposing ropes, NEON trips her and drags her into the inside of the ring mat. Tillman, seeing this, heads over, but NEON meets him halfway in the ring. She takes off after him, ducking a clothesline attempt. When she comes back, she evades Tillman again, and hits a basement dropkick to the back of Aria’s head. Tillman catches NEON, getting up, and makes her pay with a kick—she catches it, however. She wags her finger, but Tillman shuts her up with a dragonwhip kick! He only gets the two count. Aria tries to struggle out as she catches her bearings. After a moment, she drops down to escape under the ring. NEON gets up, but finds herself back down after a springboard arm drag by Terrence Tillman. In a seamless motion, he brings NEON over to the nearest corner. After hoisting himself up on the second turnbuckle, he goes for a Tornado DDT, but NEON shoves herself forward before he can take off. Tillman’s back hits the turnbuckle, and NEON takes the chance to scoot his legs into the ropes. She drives her knees into his ribs again before finishing him with a snap neckbreaker. The nasty impact leaves Tilman reeling, and NEON goes for the pin. Geoff Penzer: Nasty neckbreaker there, and NEON got a few shots in on TTT’s ribs. On the two count, Bankowski makes her presence known again in the most impactful way possible. BANKSHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Aria pushes NEON off and collects her for the BDT! She hooks the leg, sure that she had the match won! Geoff Penzer: BDT! Aria got the leg hooked! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Tillman breaks it up at what felt like 2.9! Geoff Penzer: Tillman saves the match at the last millisecond! When both of the more alert competitors get up, NEON slips out of the ring once more. Albeit, she doesn’t seem to be plotting—rather, she seems truly out from the kick. Tillman tries for a roundhouse kick, but Aria ducks under it. She goes for a spinning back kick, but Tillman hits a matrix move to the amazement of the crowd. Aria maintains her balance, and snaps forward quicker than Tillman expected. She grabs him, trying for her Leg Hook Reverse STO. Tillman spins out of it, not letting himself get relatively close to being planted. He pivots and hits Bankowski with a discus forearm smash. Bankowski falls over to the ropes, and turns around into the Chin Checka! Tillman tries to grab Aria for the TTO, but she falls down with a stunner applied! Geoff Penzer: Bankowski isn’t going out just yet! Antsy to capitalize, Aria grabs Tillman. She signals for the BDT, but Tillman once again spins out it. In the motion, though, he hits the Top-Tier-Takedown! As he gets up, he favors his ribs, but looks at the nearest turnbuckle. With the crowd behind him, he rushes it, but pauses to hold his ribs once more. With a painful seethe, Tillman scales the ropes. Geoff Penzer: Is it time for Skyfall, ladies and gentlemen? Tillman, tried and amazed that he got up on the top, motions once more before coming down onto Aria Bankowski with Skyfall! He writhes on the mat for a moment, the earlier bashing to his ribs coming back. As he struggles to make his way onto Aria, NEON re-entered the ring. She grabbed onto his leg and yanked him out of the ring. On even footing, Tillman tries to get the better of NEON, but she drives her fist into his ribs. With full control of the man, NEON sends him into the steel steps before hitting the ring herself. She dives on Bankowski, and bops her head to the three count that follows! Geoff Penzer: NEON has stolen the FGA 15 Championship! Tillman was mere inches away! The crowd erupts with boos as “Lik Down” blares throughout the arena. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner and now, the NEEEEEEEWWWWWWW FGA 15 Champion, NEEEEEOOOON!!! The boos continue as NEON snatches the 15 Championship away from the official. The Queen of Mean quickly rolls to the outside and hugs the champion while she scurries up the ramp. Once NEON gets to the top of the ramp, she turns around and holds the title out to get a good look at it. NEON kisses the championship before raising it high above her... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:16:09 GMT -5
Mark Storm: No one can save him now. Not even 'Your Hero and Mine'. Six Year Anniversary Show; 11.04.17 Mark Storm: He picked, the wrong fight, it's that simple. Everything I've said, it's fact. Whether you want to admit it or not, is up to you but deep down, you know it's true. The people up there, in their high horses, and yes I'm talking about your Hadley Herrera's, they don't like people like me. They don't want us to strive, so you wanna know what they do? They push us aside. They push us to the back of the line and expect us to wait and wait, for what? For an opening match opportunity? That's not what I signed up for. I came to Frontier Grappling Arts to be the best in this company, to be main eventing and headlining shows, not just Flashpoint but pay-per-views. But what have I received? Nothing. So of course I'm pissed off. Of course, I'm going to let the world know how I feel, I've earned that. But Robbie, stupidly decides that's gonna be the time he steps up. He steps up, to me. Why? Because he wants to be made famous. Six Year Anniversary Show; 11.04.17 Robbie Black: I don't dislike Mark Storm. I have no reason to. I've known that guy for a long time and I watched him come up in the scene long before anyone even knew his name. I know he worked hard. I know that he feels mistreated and betrayed but blames other people for his failures. The only person he should be blaming, is himself. He should blame himself and do something about it instead of whining and complaining, like a little bitch. Because that's what he looks like right now. He's looking like a bitch. Whining and complaining isn't going to change things. You have to change, to make things better, take responsibility and some damn ownership to your mistakes, man. It's pathetic! Everyone's watching him go out there every other week and spout some shit about how he ain't getting this, or that and throwing his toys out of the pram. He ain't getting any respect for it. It's pitiful. I stepped up to the challenge because someone needs to put him in his place. Am I crazy to think that I can do that? Sure. But I'll damn well try.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:16:26 GMT -5
SINGLES MATCH
Mark Storm vs. Robbie Black The crowd is buzzing, still recovering from the impressive opening contest, it doesn't take long for them to get even louder as Sierra stands in the ring, ready to announce the next match. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! "Take Your Place" by The Underachievers plays through the speakers and emerging from the back is Robbie Black, who nods his head as the fans rise from their seats and applaud him. Melanie Sierra: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 236 pounds! "The Bullet"...ROBBIE BLACK! "The Bullet" stands on the top of the entrance ramp and he shoots his imaginary gun towards the ring before swaggering his way down, high-fives to a few of the audience members before he slams the apron with his fists and climbs the ring steps, hoisting himself up onto the second rope on the outside of the ring. He looks around, a smile on his face before entering the ring, lowering his stance as he poses for the fans. Geoff Penzer: This is a huge match for the young upstart, he's made waves since arriving on Flashpoint and he's found himself in a match against a new attitude Mark Storm...who is just about to make his way out... "Short Change Hero" by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words; YOUR HERO, AND MINE Boo's echo through the arena as Mark Storm emerges from the mist of smoke, chewing gum calmly as he takes off his shades and stares down at the ring. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the jeers of the audience. Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 225 pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp. This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home." At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the boo's coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring. Geoff Penzer: Now I like to think Mark Storm is one of the prime examples of a talent changing things up in an effort to...catapult themselves to the top of the cards again. FGA has seen an influx of new talent, so it's important that some of the wrestlers that have been here prior to the draft, change things up to stand out. Albeit, it's not how I personally would like to see Mark Storm act, it may just be what he needs... Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing. DING! DING! DING! Both men circle the ring for a moment, trying to feel each other out, Storm seems a little more comfortable with the idea of the slow start as he raises a hand slowly, pushing for a knuckle lock but Black immediately snaps on a collar and elbow tie up. Storm is quick to gain the advantage, snapping on a tight headlock, grinding his forearm into the cheek bone of Robbie Black. Mark immediately follows up with a headlock takeover but Black's height helps him roll back and wrap his legs around Mark's head, pulling him off into a headscissors. Black drives his knuckles into the back muscles of Mark Storm, causing him discomfort as his head is trapped. Geoff Penzer: Methodical start to this match, but I'm not sure, if I was Robbie Black, that I'd want to keep this technical pace going. Black has got to pick the pace up and take Mark out of his element. Mark slowly does a head stand before popping out of the headscissors and nailing Black in the mouth with a low dropkick. Storm scrambles onto him for a quick cover, hooking both the legs. ONE! . . Black kicks out comfortably. Storm immediately grabs hold of the arm Black uses to kickout and swiftly transitions into a grounded wristlock slamming his calf and heel over Black's body over and over again while wrenching on the wrist. Black doesn't give in however and instead fights through the onslaught and rolls Storm up, pinning his shoulders to the mat. ONE! . . TW- NO! Storm rolls his shoulders off of the mat. Geoff Penzer: A few early pinfall attempts and thus far this match is as even as it gets. Mark Storm scrambles up to his feet, but he's met with a stiff spinning heel kick to the gut, Black looks to capitalise by hitting the ropes but Storm dives into a drop down, attempting to trip Black up. Robbie hops over Mark and continues through to the other set of ropes, hitting those hard and darting back as Storm leapfrogs him and backrolls as Black hits the ropes and dives over the rolling Storm. Both men roll up to their feet and charge at each other but Black gets Storm first with a huge dropkick to the mouth! Black is quick to charge onto Storm, rolling him up to his feet and firing away with a series of stiff European Uppercuts, Storm pushes him away and suddenly goes for his patented Bicycle Knee but Black side steps the knee and goes for his patented superkick to which Storm back pedals, falling on his ass in an attempt to avoid the superkick. Black grins and signals just how close he was to taking off Mark's head. Storm scowls and immediately rolls back up to his feet and charges at Black, who steps away, Storm hits the ropes and reverses a hip toss attempt from Black into a hip toss of his own, before cartwheeling, clapping his hands and dropkicking Black right in the mouth again. Storm rolls Black into his stomach, before applying a waistlock and impressively deadlifting Black off of the mat... Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm is certainly finding his groove in this quicker pace, Black needs to find a way to string some moves together here. ...Storm hurls Black over, dropping him onto the back of his head with a beautiful German Suplex, he maintains the hold, rolling over before once again hoisting him up and over into a bridging German Suplex! ONE! . . TWO! Black kicks out. The frustration on Mark's face says it all, as he shakes his head before pulling a groggy Black up to his feet. Storm hoists him up into a Fireman's Carry position, possibly going for Dystopia but Robbie senses trouble, sliding off Mark's shoulders and applying an inverted facelock before dropping Storm down with an Inverted DDT. He drags Storm towards the turnbuckles before scaling the top rope. He signals for some sort of death defying stunt as the crowd respond with a cheer in anticipation. Black calls for Storm to get to his feet, Mark slowly doing so, shaking the cobwebs before turning around. Black leaps off the top with a senton BUT STORM CATCHES HIM AND POWERBOMBS HIM ONTO THE MAT! Your Hero and Mine holds onto the hold and hoists Black up again, elevating him even higher before bringing him down with a huge sitout powerbomb! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Black somehow, someway, manages to kickout! Geoff Penzer: Robbie Black still has some fight left in him! Storm slaps the mat in frustration before screaming for Black to stay down. He grabs a handful of Black's hair and holds him by his jaw before whispering what can only be described as explicit trash talk. He lifts Black to his feet slowly before Robbie breaks his grip and cracks him across the jaw with a right hand, and then another before he takes a step back and throws his leg out for a superkick but Mark catches his foot and spins him around before cracking him in return with a an elbow strike that stuns him. Storm hits the ropes and fire off a thudding Bicycle Knee strike that drops Black to a knee, Storm hits the ropes once again and nails him with another one before falling into a cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! Black kicks out yet again! Storm drags a prone Black and throws him across the middle rope before charging across the ring, darting back and firing off another bicycle knee! He takes a few steps back and fires off another, and then another! He hits the ropes and throws himself into Black again with another bicycle knee! Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm has had absolutely enough of Robbie Black! Black will not die and Mark Storm has lost it! Mark drags Black to the center of the ring and hooks both legs for a deep cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE- NO! NO! ROBBIE BLACK KICKS OUT YET AGAIN! Storm is beside himself as Robbie is practically kicking out on instinct at this point. Your Hero and Mine lifts the deadweight of Robbie Black up onto his shoulders before throwing him off onto his knee! Geoff Penzer: DYSTOPIA! Storm is fuming as he picks up Black onto his shoulders yet again before throwing him off again, slamming his knee into his skull! Geoff Penzer: AND AGAIN! Storm collapses onto Black for the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! DING! DING! DING! "Short Change Hero" by The Heavy plays throughout the arena once again as Storm isn't even satisfied with the victory, realising that he was given a fight he certainly didn't expect. The referee raises Mark's hand for a moment before Storm slides towards the corner. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, MARK STORM! Storm checks his lip to see if he's busted open, shaking his head before rolling out of the ring. Just as he's about to walk up the ramp, the ascending volume of the Albany crowd gets his attention. The audience is cheering because even after the onslaught he's taken, Robbie Black is somehow, slowly pushing himself up to his feet, albeit on wobbly legs. Storm turns around and the sight of Black even being conscious shocks him. Storm rolls back into the ring and walks over to Black, glaring at him as Black holds the ropes in order to keep himself up. There's a moment of tension before Robbie smirks and extends his hand out. Geoff Penzer: Even after all this...Robbie Black still shows some sportsmanship, fantastic, absolutely honorable of the upstart, but I...I don't know if Mark is going to oblige. Storm looks at the hand, almost with a perplexed look on his face before sighing heavily. He moves his hand towards Blacks before at the last second pulling it away and instead throwing a finger gun right in Black's face. There's a pause before Storm "pulls the trigger", getting a light chuckle out of Robbie before Storm exits the ring and walks up the ramp. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:16:47 GMT -5
By now FGA fans are used to seeing James Edwards in odd locations all around the backstage area, but the loading dock takes the cake. Clad in a heavy black Columbia jacket, jeans, and black hiking boots James looks more prepared for the hiking trail than the ring as he leans back against an equipment truck.
James Edwards: I try to stay in the now, but every once and a while I let my mind wander back to the past, especially around the holidays. Something about Christmas just me wanna remember, the good and the bad, even the ugly. There has been plenty of all three for me this year in FGA, even if I have just spent about eight months or so here.
A few roadies walk by and call out to the Burning Heart. He nods in acknowledgment.
James Edwards: I guess the good was signing here in the first place and finally getting a shot at the big-time. Being a top 20 pick in the draft was a pleasant surprise, but neither of em' feel....I don't know.
He breathes in, looking skyward, and then lets loose a plume of chalky air that dances into the night sky.
James Edwards: I look back at this year, and I see missed opportunities, and I know I've talked about it all the live long day, but it is the damn truth, man. I mean what I have done? I've taken down the Stunrays and Ricky Valeros of the world, but who ain't on this roster? I had a chance to beat Mark Storm at the biggest show of the year and blew it because I got cocky. Fujiko Mine was better than me on the night we fought. I could've made a statement in the Cup, but I was too focused on provin' KOL and MacDonald wrong, so much I took my eye off the ball and later on cost somebody their shot.
He looks back at the camera for a moment and then turns his glance towards the ground.
James Edwards: I ain't proud of that stuff. My attitude and failures turned me into a laughin' stock. I don't like it, but moanin' about it won't change it. I'm not sure what will to the fans or the rest of the locker room, but that doesn't matter, honestly. Well, I gotta keep tellin' myself that, but I gotta quit fightin' like a man trying to prove he belongs. Fighters like that barely stay above the heap, like I've been doing. I want more than that. I wanna win championships. I wanna beat guys like KOL. I wanna be great. But that won't happen unless I take care of business against Widdel tonight. I know he wants revenge. I know the crowd will be with him. That's a lot to overcome, and I need to prove I can beat back those odds if I wanna be who I said I wanna be.
He closes his eyes and breathes deeply again.
James Edwards: The thing is, I know I can do it, even if no one else thinks I can.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:17:15 GMT -5
SINGLES MATCH
James Edwards vs. Daniel Widdel The house lights go down, and the arena stays black during the garbled opening guitar rift, then, "Okay." Strobe lights move with the easy beat of the song. James appears at the top of the ramp with the hood on his ring jacket up. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Lexington, Kentucky and weighing in at 204 pounds. He is "The Burning Heart" James Edwards! He takes a few moments survey everything before him. The hood goes down with the opening lyrics. Moving with the meandering pace of the music, his eyes never leave the ring. He laps the squared circle, slides under the bottom ropes, and bows martial arts style to all four corners before settling into his own. Kris Cruise: James Edwards is a definite talent, but he needs to make sure he's focused on Daniel Widdel here tonight and not Kol. His obsession with Kol is the reason we're having this match here, after an errant backfist cost Widdel his FLC first round match. Stephy Auger: Well let's be real, good judgment isn't this guy's strong suit. If it was, he wouldn't be trying to screw up GM MacDonald's efforts to make Vertigo the best wrestling show on the planet and mess with arguably the best wrestler on the planet, Kol. Acoustic chords of "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots echo through the sound system. When the hard hitting chorus hits, Daniel Widdel steps on stage. He extends out his arms out to his sides leaning his head back soaking in the positive reaction from the fans. Daniel lowers his arms to pause for a moment to take in everything. Daniel eyed the ring while he walked down the walkway. Daniel jumped on to the apron and sprung himself over the top rope. Daniel went to the furthest right turnbuckle and inaudible shouted out to pump up the fans and himself. He jumped down the turnbuckle and stood in the ring. Kris Cruise: I find it interesting how Widdel seemed a bit more composed than Edwards when laying down the challenge for Final Frontier, despite having to feel screwed over. Stephy Auger: Well I'm not crazy about either of these guys, but he's been around a while, he knows the deal. Revenge is one thing, but a win for either of these guys on the grand stage of Final Frontier would be huge for their careers. At the sound of the bell, both grapplers take the center of the ring and begin circling, looking to feel out striking range. Edwards is the first to throw, using a probing jab that Widdel parries away before initiating a lock up. They spin around as they jockey for position, but eventually Widdel wins out and backs the Burning Heart back into the corner. The referee calls for a break, and Daniel gives it clean, backing up and allowing James to step back out. Kris Cruise: This is an interesting style match up to me. Both of these men are hard hitters, but Edwards the much younger competitor really prefers a methodical, controlled pace. Stephy Auger: If Widdel is smart, he'll keep doing what he did there. Give Edwards a taste that you'll give him the type of match he wants, then take it away. We've already seen what happens when he loses his temper. As Edwards moves towards the center, Widdel hold his arms out like he's going for another tie-up, then snaps off a crisp jab once he gets his opponent thinking about the grappling. The Canadian follows with a couple hard forearm shivers to the face, then goes to send James off the ropes with an irish whip. He gets reversed and then knocked down with a hard shoulder tackle when he comes back on the rebound. Edwards grabs a side headlock as Daniel gets back up, then goes for a a judo head and arm throw. He gets too high on it and allows Widdel to take his back on the way down. Stephy Auger: Sloppy. Kris Cruise: Edwards has tried to add more grappling to his game, but I'm not sure he's got the technique yet to work it against an experienced grappler like Widdel. Mr. Right Now uses the advantageous position to work Edwards over with a series of crossface strikes. After softening up him up, he tries to transition into a camel clutch, but James slips out behind between his legs. He pops to his feet, grabbing a rear waistlock and going for a German suplex. Daniel hooks his leg to block it and then frees himself with a couple of well placed back elbows to the jaw, which break his grip. He grabs James by the head to control him as he turns face to face, working in a couple of quick forearms. His grip switches to a cravate, but James works his way free by digging in with a few powerful hooks to Daniel's exposed body. Those drive the wind out of him, allowing Edwards to perform a high angle backdrop suplex. Kris Cruise: Biggest move of the early going so far, everything heavy hitting from Edwards. Stephy Auger: He's a short little dude, but he's probably the more powerful of the two. Widdel needs to to stay out of this type of match. Edwards wants to show he's a hard man, but Widdel's a lot longer and can use that to control the range. The Burning Heart crawls over and hooks the far leg for the first cover of the match. ONE! . . TW- . . Daniel pops a shoulder up, and James immediately transitions over into a full mount. He starts dropping short hammerfists, then goes for a big elbow smash. Widdel turns and goes to cover up, managing to partially block a shot that lands behind the ear. Edwards drops another one before the referee gives him a warning to ease off. He obeys, but stays on Widdel, turning him belly down and applying a crossface submission. As he wrenches back on the submission, Widdel grimaces and tries to slide his legs towards the ropes to force a break. Seeing this, Edwards lets go and drags him closer to the center of the ring, before going to re-apply the hold. As he does, Widdel counters into a side roll, pinning his shoulders down. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards is forced to release his grip so he can kick out. They scramble up and Widdel performs a shinbreaker. That hobbles his opponent long enough for him to plant him with a belly to back side slam, and then drop into the back press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards shoots his shoulder off the mat. Kris Cruise: That's a big swing in momentum for Widdel, it looked like Edwards was about to take control. Stephy Auger: You can see there how Edwards gets kinda lost when it gets into those scramble situations. Widdel stands up and drags Edwards by the leg closer to the center of the ring, before going to turn him over into a single leg crab. The Burning Heart fights and rolls to his back again, delivering a series of up kicks with his free leg. One of them stuns his opponent, and he manages to push off, knocking Daniel down as he breaks free. James is the first one back up and delivers a series of open hand slaps to stun his adversary, following up with a pair of hard knife edge chops which back him up into the corner. He follows with a short headbutt to the chest before taking a moment to gather himself. After delivers a snap suplex, Edwards heads out to the apron and then slowly starts to ascend to the top turnbuckle. Kris Cruise: I'm a little surprised to see Edwards go high risk here. As James balances himself up top, Widdel springs to his feet shaking the ropes and crotching him to cut him off. Stephy Auger: Well he probably felt he was in control, but you know, taking your time and going to the top rope don't usually go together well. Daniel starts to climb the ropes, delivering a pair of clubbing blows to Edwards' back as he reaches the second rope. He grabs a front face lock and then makes his way to the top, looking for a superplex. Edwards fights hands and struggles to block it; he delivers a pair of headbutts, then shoves him crashing down to the mat. He measures Widdel, then comes off with a diving lariat as he staggers back to his feet. The strike connects clean and Edwards rolls back to his feet, keeping his hands locked around his opponent's torso. He performs a northern lights suplex, bridging over. ONE! . . Instead of staying with the pin attempt, James rolls through and shifts his grip before lifting him back up. He holds Daniel in the air before planting him with Foxfire (fisherman's brainbuster) and then hooking the legs while keeping him stacked up high and tight. ONE! . . TWO! . . Widdel powers out. Kris Cruise: I guess things worked up after all, Edwards is starting to take control now. Stephy Auger: Not in his DNA when he's not feeling rattled, but he really needs to slip out of his coma and give the killshot while he has him stunned. Edwards drags Widdel up in an inverted face lock looking for a rolling cutter, but the veteran drops back down and swings his legs up to trap James in a victory roll style pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . He kicks out and ducks a clothesline once they roll up. James hits a hard elbow smash to the bridge of the nose, stunning Daniel and allowing him to perform a quick go behind into a rear waistlock where he executes a release German suplex. Widdel managed to over rotate enough to land on his feet, and after a moment to catch himself after a rough landing performs a step up enzuigiri once Edwards turns back around. The strike is only a grazing one, but it allows him to follow up with a hard running STO into a side press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards kicks out. Kris Cruise: It's been a really hard hitting back and forth affair so far, lots of swings in momentum. Stephy Auger: Even the moves that go well are grueling. Widdel's like 80 years old, that had to kill his knees to land like that off the German. Kris Cruise: 34 years o ... just focus on the action. Widdel pulls Edwards back up with him, setting him up between his legs in powerbomb position. He goes to lift him up, but gets launched with a back body drop before he can. The Canadian crashes back first to the canvas and writhes around, while the younger grappler takes that moment of reprieve to regain his bearings. Daniel backs up into the corner as he pulls himself to his feet, trying to create some space for himself. Seeing this, Edwards charges with an uncharacteristic burst of offense, delivering a hard running chop into the corner. He then irish whips Widdel into the far corner, following up with another running chop. Before he can connect with it, Mr. Right Now explodes out of the corner with the Hitman (superman punch) connecting flush to the jaw. Stephy Auger: He might've lured him in there, playing a bit of possum! Widdel's fans in attendance pop as he sends Edwards crumpling in a heap. He drags the Burning Heart back up, setting him up for Emulsion Down (inverted overdrive) which James counters by lifting him up into a fireman's carry, then flinging him forward with a gourdbuster. The pro-Edwards contingent start to get excited now, seeing his opponent rise to a vulnerable kneeling position, and knowing what's coming next. James goes to deliver the Violent Gospel (running PK to the head) but Daniel just avoids it, using his momentum to stack him up with a schoolboy pin. ONE! . . Perhaps sensing that he wasn't going to catch him for a three count with the roll up, Widdel summons a big reserve of energy and deadlifts Edwards up. He's looking to convert it into a modified sit out powerbomb, when he's countered into a hurricanrana pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR- . . Widdel kicks out at two and a half. Kris Cruise: Edwards with the counter this time, and he almost caught WIddel! After they scramble back up, Edwards performs a blistering open hand chop to the chest to stop Widdel in his tracks. He follows with a quick spinning backfist, then goes to follow up with a second. Daniel ducks under before he can complete the Double Tap and delivers a hard knee lift to the sternum. The air is driven out of Edwards, doubling him over and allowing the Canadian to deliver a spike DDT. Daniel keeps hold of the front face lock, rolling through and hitting a second spike DDT. He rolls James over, hooking the far leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR- . . He just barely gets the shoulder up before three. Stephy Auger: Are we sure that wasn't three? Widdel seems to be wondering the same thing, shooting a questioning look up at the official, who assures him it was just a two count. This lapse of concentration allows Edwards to reach up and perform a side roll. ONE! . . TWO! . . They scramble back to their feet and James hits a big forearm smash sending Daniel stumbling back a few feet before he lurches forward with one of his own. Both men look rocked, trading hard forearm smashes back and forth in the middle of the ring. As they start showing signs of weariness, Edwards abruptly shifts tacks and pulls Widdel down into an inside cradle. ONE! . . Daniel shifts his weight and reverses the cradle. ONE! . . James kicks out, but Daniel keeps control of his head as they return to their feet. He clasps his hands together, grabbing a standing guillotine choke and squeezing tight. Edwards tries to fight the hands, but is unsuccessful and looks like he might go out on his feet. He tries to his best to hold on, and when Widdel has to adjust his grip due to all the sweat built up making it slip, he manages to pop his head out and shove Widdel down. The back of his head bounces off the mat, and after a sharp inhale, the Burning Heart delivers a standing double stomp to the chest. He slowly pushes himself up and motions Daniel--spent after going for the choke and having all the air driven out of him--up. Once he reaches his feet, James connects with Fire From Heaven (discus roundhouse kick) and falls into the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd rises to their feet, giving both men a round of applause for a hard fought battle as "My Name Is Human" blares through the arena. Kris Cruise: What a fight that was, it was hard hitting as advertised. Neither man has anything to be ashamed of, but now James Edwards can fully focus on Kol if he wants to. Stephy Auger: Speak for yourself about not being ashamed, I was really hoping Widdel would be able to put him in his place. I knew there was a reason I didn't like him either. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:17:36 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area, opening on a shot of a feminine hand, albeit with small, not-quite-healed battle scars clutching the leather strap of a championship belt.
The camera pans out a bit, revealing the face of the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, “SADIE SAN FRANCISCO” engraved into the championship, barely able to fit on the gold. It’s enough to elicit a roar from the Times Union Center, even before the champion is fully in the frame.
Her eyes are glued to the championship belt for a few silent moments before she exhales, eyes closed for just a moment. Without a single word, she places the championship belt around her waist, securing it and turning it forward before marching forward down the corridor to another small pop from Albany.
Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco puts her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship on the line against Julian Tijerina in just a few moments!
Stephy Auger It’s the end of an era right here… in Guapo Country!
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:17:56 GMT -5
FGA MID-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP
Sadie San Francisco vs. Julia Tijerina The lights go out. A few seconds later, a creepy female voice tells everyone "open your mind" before glass breaks and "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! Introducing first, from Extremadura, Spain...the challenger...JULIANNNN TIIIIIJERINAAAAA!!!! Out comes Julian Tijerina, bathed in varying shades of purple, with the hood of his sleeveless jacket drawn over his head. Julian bobs his head to his theme music as he takes to the middle of the stage. He feigns going down on one knee before immediately popping his head out of his hood, the lights coming back on as he does so, swallowing the purple spotlights out of sight. Grinning, Julian stretches both arms to either side of his body before firing a finger gun aimed at the ring. He then makes his way to the ring, keeping his eyes on the squared circle while occasionally high-fiving fans, without even looking them in the eye, along the way. Julian stops right outside the ring, breathes deeply while shaking his hands on his sides, and then without warning jumps up on the apron. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stretches both his arms to either side once more. Afterwards, he leaps forward into the ring and rolls through, taking a seat on the balls of his feet against the opposite corner. Julian stays seated against the corner for a few seconds more before popping back to his feet. He stretches with the nearest ropes' help and waits for the match to officially begin. Kris Cruise: I gotta say, Julian looks pretty focused here tonight. But so did AMIRA, NEON and Lowri Moss, and they all came up short against Sadie. Stephy Auger: Yeah but Kris, this is Julian Tijerina. He is the REASON Sadie is champion! Don’t forget that everything Sadie did to become champion, she was able to do because of what Julian did. She just coasted off of him and took advantage! 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, a hand resting on the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship around her waist. 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: And his opponent...from The West Side...ladies and gentlemen she is your current FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion...SADIEEEE SANNNNN FRANCISCOOOOO!!!! 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 and unhooking her belt, raising it above her head with both hands as she ascends to the second turnbuckle. Earning another pop from the audience, Sadie lowers the belt onto her shoulder and hops down from the corner, pacing the ring a bit as she readies herself. Kris Cruise: Here she is, the current champion, looking for her fourth defense of her championship. Former FGA Undisputed Champion Izzy Anders currently has the record with five defenses, but you can bet Sadie wants to break that record and it she can keep that dream alive with a win tonight. Stephy Auger: You seem to be forgetting that Julian BEAT Sadie weeks back to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup. There won’t be a fourth defense, only a new title reign as Julian does what he did all those weeks ago again, this time on the FGA’s biggest stage. The match begins with Julian immediately running towards the champion and delivering a stiff forearm to Sadie’s face that staggers her. Julian wastes no time in immediately running towards the ropes and using them to springboard back towards Sadie and deliver another forearm to her face. Sadie once again is staggered, and Julian heads towards the ropes once more. This time Julian rebounds off of them and leaps into the air. Tijerina connects with a flying frog splash crossbody that takes Sadie down to the ground. Julian manages to hold onto Sadie so that when they land, he’s pinning her shoulder to the mat. The referee drops down and begins to count. ONE! Sadie quickly kicks out just as the referees hand hits the mat for the first time. She quickly rolls back up to her feet at the same time as Julian gets to his. Sadies shakes her head to make sure the cobwebs are out before circling around the ring staring at Tijerina. Kris Cruise: Quick start from Julian here, definitely seemed like he caught the champ off guard a bit. But she looks refocused. Stephy Auger: Julian just reminded Sadie that no matter what she thinks, she’s not better than him. She just can’t beat him and she knows it. Julian makes the first move again, trying to grab onto Sadie to overpower her. But Sadie repels his attack with a couple of stiff leg forearm shots to his head. As Tijerina is forced to backpedal, Sadie rears back and delivers a huge chop to his chest. The sound of the slap rings out across the arena as the fans all cheer in approval. Sadie winds back and delivers another chop, to which the crowd once again roars along with. Sadie pulls back one more time, but this time lands the chop right to the throat of Tijerina. As Julian grabs his throat and bends over trying to get his breath, Sadie quickly jumps up and plants Julian on his face with a fameasser. Kris Cruise: Big fameasser there from Sadie as she seems to be getting into a bit of a groove here. Stephy Auger: Sadie wouldn’t know how to groove if she took dance lessons for a year. She’s getting lucky now but it’ll even out before the match is over. Sadie gets to her feet quickly and sees Julian’s left hand laying on the mat. She walks over to it and steps on his arm with her left foot to hold it in place, before she begins to stomp repeatedly on his fingers. Julian desperately tries to free his hand, but Sadie keeping all her weight on her left foot is holding it in place. Eventually she hops off and Julian grabs his hand and starts to flex it, trying to shake the pain away. Sadie quickly moves behind Julian and grabs his arms. Sadie pulls his arms behind him while planting her knee firmly into his spine. Julian yells in pain as Sadie continues to apply the pressure with her surfboard stretch submission hold as the referee asks Julian if he wants to quit. Julian shakes his head vehemently as Sadie continues to pull. After a few moments, Julian starts to pull his arms back, trying to break Sadie’s hold via brute strength. Eventually Sadie has no choice but to let go of the hold. Julian pulls his arms close to him as he lays on the mat. He sees Sadie get to her feet out of the corner of his eye, and quickly rolls under the bottom rope and outside the ring to recover. Stephy Auger: Look at that veteran move by Tijerina. He knows Sadie’s getting a little too cocky, so he just takes a few moments to break up her momentum. Great move that’s definitely going to get in Sadie’s head. Kris Cruise: I think Sadie’s getting something in her head, but it looks more like an idea that I think these fans are going to like! The crowd boos as the referee demands that Julian return to the ring. Sadie looks at him, before looking out at the crowd, who cheer as they begin to catch on. Sadie takes a step back in the ring before running towards the ropes and suicide diving right over the top rope. Sadie connects with Julian and both of them are sent flying into the crowd barrier. The referee restarts his count. Kris Cruise: Big suicide dive takes out both wrestlers! It actually looks like Sadie took the worst of that though. Stephy Auger: That’s why they call it a suicide dive Kris. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR... FIVE After the fifth count, Julian gets to his feet first. He starts to walk back towards the ring, before seemingly remembering that he can’t win by count out if he wants the title. So he turns around and grabs Sadie, lifting her to her feet and rolling her back into the ring as the referee hits an eight count. Julian slides in after her and gets to his feet as he stalks Sadie from behind. Kris Cruise: Julian is waiting for Sadie to get up, looking to get that early-match momentum back here. As Sadie gets to her feet and turns around to locate Julian, he sprints right at her. Tijerina jumps into the air and wraps his legs around Sadie’s neck, before taking her down with a hurricanrana. Julian quickly hops up to his feet and walks over to Sadie, who’s laying on her back. Julian runs and jumps onto the bottom rope, using it to springboard himself into a moonsault that lands right across Sadie’s chest. Julian gets back to his feet before jumping into the air and delivering a standing shooting star press to Sadie. Once more, Julian stands back up and this time jumps and delivers a standing senton. This time Julian stays down on the mat and rolls back on top of Sadie. Kris Cruise: Julian calls that Overkill, and it might be enough to put Sadie away early! Stephy Auger: If anything, it’s underkill! You can never do too much damage to someone like Sadie San Francisco if you ask me. The referee slides beside the two and begins to count. ONE! . . TWO . Sadie kicks out. Kris Cruise: Close, but Sadie manages to get a shoulder up just after the two count. Julian gets to his feet and quickly moves towards the turnbuckle. He hops up to the top rope before turning around and facing Sadie. Just before he leaps off, Sadie rolls across the ring and out of his range. Julian shakes his head as he drops down off the top rope and moves towards Sadie. He grabs her by the head and starts to lift her up, but Sadie grabs Julian around the head and locks him into her shoulder. Sadie jumps down to her knees and delivers a big jawbreaker that sends Julian falling onto his back in pain. Kris Cruise: Big jawbreaker from Sadie! She’s got an opening now if she has enough energy to capitalize! Stephy Auger: Good, let her blow all her energy now, then Julian can take her out later on. Sadie gets to her feet and runs at the ropes. She bounces off of them to get some momentum, before leaping into the air and dropping a knee right across Julian’s face. Sadie rolls through the move and hops back up to her feet, turning around to see Julian sitting up, holding his face. Sadie runs at him and jumps, spinning and connecting with a massive corkscrew roundhouse knee strikes that sends Tijerina crashing back to the mat. Sadie doesn’t waste much time in rolling on top of Julian and hooking his leg, waiting for the referee to make the three-count. Kris Cruise: Palo Alto from Sadie! She might have knocked Tijerina out cold! ONE! . . TWO! . . Tijerina powers out. Stephy Auger: Wrong, Julian’s jaw is way too strong to get knocked out by her puny knee. Sadie gets to her feet and bends down, grabbing Julian by the head and guiding him back up to his feet. Sadie manages to get Julian into a front facelock, but Julian quickly sprints towards the corner, trying to break the hold. Sadie smashes back-first into the turnbuckle but manages to hold onto the facelock. Sadie quickly uses this to deliver a few sharp elbows to the back of Julian’s neck which eventually takes him down to a knee. Sadie sees her opportunity and quickly grabs Julian’s right arm and jumps towards his head. Sadie wraps her legs around his neck and arm that she controls and locks in a triangle choke. Julian desperately starts trying to pull Sadie’s legs apart but she has it locked in too tight. Eventually Julian starts to spin around and edge closer to the ropes. Sadie tries to tighten the hold as best she can but she can’t get him to tap out in time as Julian reaches out and grabs the ropes. Stephy Auger: Break the hold! Look at this blatant cheating by Sadie, I can’t believe this. Kris Cruise: She has five seconds to break the hold Stephy, and she’s using all of it. Can’t fault her for using the rules to her advantage. Stephy Auger: Sure I can. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE Sadie releases the hold after the third count by the ref and rolls backwards up to her feet. Julian starts breathing deeply as he tries to regain his senses after the choke. The crowd cheers loudly as Sadie gets to her feet and walks towards Julian. She once again guides him to his feet, but this time she quickly spins him around. Sadie hooks both of Julian’s arms behind him and begins to twist him around to set up her inverted double underhook facebuster finisher. As she finishes the set up, just before she’s about to drop to the mat, Julian manages to push her away and free himself. Sadie turns back around quickly to keep the offense on, but she’s met with a stiff shoot kick to her left leg. As she’s staggered, she’s met with another shoot kick, this time to her left ribs courtesy of Julian. She barely has time to react to that before Julian throws a roundhouse kick at her that connects and quickly throws up a finger gun at Sadie. As she stumbles backwards, Sadie is just able to get her hands up in time and block part of the superkick that Julian throws. The kick still lands hard though and sends Sadie crashing to the mat. Kris Cruise: Rompiendo El Hielo from Julian and down goes the champion! That looked like it hurt, and the crowd is stunned. Stephy Auger: They just can’t believe their precious champion isn’t as good as Julian, but it’s a fact! Tijerina looks down at Sadie laid out flat on her back on the canvas, before looking over at the corner of the ring. Tijerina wastes no time and quickly moves over the turnbuckle. He vaults himself onto the top rope before turning around, still perched up high, looking down at Sadie. Julian looks around at the crowd for a moment, before standing up and jumping off the top rope. Julian delivers a double foot stomp, but Sadie rolls out of the way at the last second! Instead, Julian foot stomps the mat, before immediately falling forward awkwardly and grabbing at his right knee in pain. Kris Cruise: Oh no, that didn’t look good for Julian Stephy Auger: What the hell happened?! What did Sadie do?! Kris Cruise: It looks like his knee just hyperextended when he landed. Hopefully he avoided some serious injury, but yikes. That replay does not look very good. Stephy Auger: This is bs! The referee checks on Julian as the replays show his knee locking when he landed, and seeming to pop slightly as it overextended. The referee continues to talk to Julian as he crawls to the ropes, using them to lift himself to his feet. Tijerina shakes his head and eventually pushes the referee away, telling him to back off because he’s fine. Julian limps over towards Sadie, clearly still in pain but wanting to continue the match to not lose his chance at the title. Julian approaches Sadie, who is also using the ropes to get to her feet. He grabs her by the arm and begins to deliver his signature #ArmDragCity series of arm drags, clearly favoring his left leg throughout. At the end he manages to lock in a Fujiwara armbar that causes Sadie to writhe in pain, but she’s able to reach out and grab onto the bottom rope. The referee tells Julian to break the hold, which he begrudgingly does. Kris Cruise: You have to give him credit. Julian might have a serious knee injury here but he’s still fighting. He’s not going to go down easy. Stephy Auger: That’s because he has HEART Kris. He came out here to become the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion and he’s not going to stop until he is, injury be damned. Julian gets to his feet, almost one-legged as he bends down and lifts Sadie up to hers. Julian grabs Sadie by the arm and whips her across the ring. As she rebounds and runs back towards Julian, he jumps and delivers a dropkick that sends Sadie flying the other direction. Julian slowly gets back to his feet and looks over at Sadie as she’s slowly trying to get back to her feet. As she gets to a knee, Julian runs at her and jumps and delivers a big shining wizard that connects to Sadie’s jaw. She collapses to the mat as Julian hits the ground and immediately clutches his injured knee again in pain. The referee checks on both wrestlers to make sure that both Julian can continue and that Sadie isn’t unconscious. After a few moments Julian manages to crawl over to Sadie and hook her leg for the pin. Kris Cruise: Amazing! Knee injury and all, Julian is about to win this match and become the new champion! Stephy Auger: What’d I tell you all! ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-No! Sadie somehow manages to kick out at the last moment. Stephy Auger: NOOOO! Kris Cruise: What a kickout by Sadie! This match will continue! Julian frustratingly slams his fists to the mat as he gets to his feet. He grabs Sadie and picks her up and moves towards the corner of the ring. Julian hooks her head and starts to run towards the turnbuckle in order to deliver his shiranui. But as soon as he hits the first rope his injured knee gives out and Julian is forced to release Sadie and collapse to the mat in pain. Stephy Auger: Ugh… Kris Cruise: Julian wanted to hit the Godkilla, but his knee just would not let him. As Julian rolls around in pain on the mat, Sadie slowly gets to a knee and uses her time to recover a bit. After a few moments she gets back to her feet and walks over to Julian. Sadie violently stomps on his knee which causes Julian to sit straight up in pain. As soon as he does Sadie delivers a swift kick right across his chest that sends him right back to his back. Sadie once again stomps on Julian’s knee and once more sends him right back to the mat with a kick to his chest. Sadie does this one more time before taking a few steps back to assess. She only needs a few seconds before she ducks under the top rope and moves to the apron. Sadie walks over to the corner and climbs up onto the top rope. She looks down at Julian on the mat and then jumps off and drops a knee right onto Julian’s injured knee. Kris Cruise: Sadie saw his injury, and now she’s taking full advantage. She’s targeting that knee and if she keeps this up she should be able to wear Julian down enough to retain. Stephy Auger: This is despicable! She’s blatantly trying to injure him even further. This man could have a torn ACL and she’s going after it like it’s a piece of damn candy. Kris Cruise: All’s fair inside that ring Stephy. Stephy Auger: Please, if Julian was doing this the crowd would be booing him mercilessly. Julian immediately sits up in pain before thrashing around on the mat. After a few moments he ends up on his stomach and not moving. Sadie sees this opportunity and moves towards Julian’s legs. She quickly crosses them before dropping over top of him and twisting Julian’s arm over her head and hooking her arms across his face, locking in the cross legged STF. Kris Cruise: Our Lady of Sorrows is locked in! Julian’s going to have to tap! Stephy Auger: All because of a stupid fluke injury. This is ridiculous. The referee quickly drops down and starts asking Julian if he wants to quit. Julian desperately reaches for the ropes, but he’s too far away. Sadie cranks on the hold as Julian decides he has no choice but to tap out. But inches before his hand hits the mat, it stops as Julian seems to get a second wind. He puts his arm down and uses it to somehow power out and roll over onto Sadie, forcing her to release the hold. Sadie immediately rolls away from him as Julian quickly grabs his knee. Sadie looks across the ring at Julian and smiles as she gets to her feet, much to the cheers of the crowd. Stephy Auger: He. Will. Not. Lose! I hope everyone is appreciating what Julian is doing here tonight. Kris Cruise: As impressive as it was to get out of that hold, it might’ve been Julian’s last desperation attempt. I don’t think that knee is going to last much longer. Sadie slowly waits for Julian to get to his feet, stalking him from behind. Once he’s up, Sadie hooks his arms from behind and looks to twist him around for her inverted double underhook facebuster finishing move. But Julian manages to shove her away! As Sadie turns around, she’s met with a desperation superkick thrown by Julian! Kris Cruise: WHAT?! Stephy Auger: YES! HE DID IT! Both wrestlers fall to the mat as Julian continues to clutch at his knee. Sadie shakes her head on the ground, seeming out of it but not quite finished. Julian notices this as he gets to his feet and hops on one leg over to Sadie. Julian reaches down and lifts Sadie up to her feet. He grabs her head and grimaces as he aims towards the corner of the ring. Julian starts to run towards the corner to deliver his shiranui, but just before he gets to the corner Sadie manages to kick out and connect with the side of Julian’s right knee. Stephy Auger: NOOOOOOOO Kris Cruise: Once again, Sadie finds that knee and takes Julian out with it. That injury might just be too big to overcome. Julian cries out in pain as his knee gives out and he falls to the other knee. This is all the opening Sadie needs as she quickly hooks his arms behind his back, stands up, twists Julian around and drops him with an inverted double underhook facebuster! Kris Cruise: Sadie connects with Vanity! She’s going to retain! Stephy Auger: One more kickout Julian! Sadie rolls Julian over and hooks his leg as the referee drops down. ONE! .. . TWO! .. . THREE! The referee signals for the bell as the crowd erupts with cheers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and STILL FGA Mid-Atlantic Champion...SADIE SAN FRANCISCO! Sadie immediately rolls off of Julian and gets to her feet. The referee walks over to the ropes and gets handed her championship belt before walking back to Sadie. He hands her the belt and grabs her free arm, lifting it high into the air as the crowd cheers. Sadie holds her belt up high with a big smile on her face as the soaks in the cheers from the crowd. Kris Cruise: You absolutely have to give Julian some credit for fighting through that injury, but in the end Sadie was able to overcome all the adversity she dealt with and come away with her fourth title defense! Only one more to tie Izzy Anders’ record. Stephy Auger: That was bs Kris. Julian had this match in the bag until that complete fluke injury. Sadie didn’t win this fair and square. If she had any respect, she’d decline to count this as a defense and wait until Julian is healed for a rematch. To see who the real champion is. Suddenly the synthetic sounds of “No Regrets” by the Sohodolls begins to blast over the loudspeakers. Sadie’s smile immediately vanishes as she turns towards the entrance ramp, waiting for Jaelynn Ramsey to appear with her music. Smoke begins to appear on the stage, as Sadie readies herself. But suddenly she’s smashed in the back of the head by Jaelynn, who had slid into the ring from behind. Sadie drops the Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship belt onto the mat as she fell down beside it. Kris Cruise: Oh come on now, where did this come from?! Stephy Auger: Ha! Jaelynn doing what we were all hoping, wiping that dumb smile off Sadie’s ugly face. Jaelynn began to stomp away at the face of Sadie, who desperately tried to protect herself. Jaelynn dropped down to the mat and begin to punch Sadie in the face from one knee. Sadie managed to push Jaelynn away from her and slowly get back to her feet. Sadie moved towards Jae, but she was met with a thrust right to the throat that sent Sadie backwards and coughing up a storm. Jae took this opportunity and threw up a superkick that connected right with Sadie’s jaw and sent her collapsing to the mat. Kris Cruise: Someone stop this, she’s completely defenseless. What a cowardly attack by Jae. Stephy Auger: No more cowardly than attacking a clearly injured man. If you ask me, Sadie is getting exactly what’s coming to her. Jae grinned as she stared down at the unmoving Sadie San Francisco, soaking in the boos from the crowd. Meanwhile outside the ring, Julian Tijerina had shoved the doctor checking on his knee away from him and began to limp towards the ring. The crowd cheers loudly as Julian moves behind Jaelynn and moves to slide into the ring. But he stops midway and immediately turns back around and starts to limp up the ramp. The crowd starts booing even louder as Jaelynn turns around to see Julian slowly limping up the ramp. She turns her attention back down to Sadie, who is slowly getting to her feet. Jae grabs Sadie by the hair and drags her over to the corner of the ring. Jae slaps Sadie across the face a few times before climbing up to the top rope without releasing Sadie’s hair. Jae doesn’t hesitate as she leaps off the top rope and drives Sadie face-first into her own Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship belt with a diving bulldog. Kris Cruise: Oh come on Julian! Are you kidding me?! Help her out here! Stephy Auger: Ohhhh The Savagery! That’s some instant karma for Sadie after that match. Thank you Jaelynn, thank you New Murder. Kris Cruise: Let’s hope Sadie is ok. She doesn’t deserve that after defending her championship yet again. Truly cowardly act by Jaelynn Ramsey right here. Stephy Auger: Shut up Kris, she deserved it! Jaelynn stands up and stares down at an unconscious Sadie as extra referees and medical staff slide into the ring and get between Jae and Sadie. Jae just smirks as the crowd continues to boo while the medical personnel start to work on Sadie. 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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:18:22 GMT -5
Spencer Burke: Noelle, I know you’re in a hurry, but with this ongoing silence I have to say...
Noelle pauses as she’s walking, heading towards the ringside area early simply because she doesn’t want to be cooped up in her locker. She gives Spencer a curious look, and he puts his microphone aside to just talk to her a moment.
Spencer Burke: ...we’re a little worried about you. The backstage people, me… well, you’ve always been nice to us, treat us with respect. So things just don’t seem right with you and we’re concerned.
Spencer nods as Noelle looks a little surprised, and she sighs before she answers.
Noelle Smith: I’m sorry that I’ve worried anyone. Just things, time, got away from me. There’s a lot going on. I’m sure that’s what’s going on for everyone else too. I know El Stravito’s excited, and I’m sure Chandler wants to get his hands on Ricky all things considered. We can’t overlook Bristow and Barnes, they’ve been on a tear down in Texas, holding championships and defending them too. I just… I can’t put this into words, but it feels different.
Spencer Burke: Well… be careful out there Noelle.
He gives her what he hopes is an encouraging smile and heads off, Noelle watches him as he goes before she whispers.
Noelle Smith: I’ll give it a shot.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:18:49 GMT -5
GRUDGE MATCH
Jimmy Page vs. Chris Bond A song crashes into the P.A. system that sounds of static and a guitar. The lights begin to flash a violent red frantically. As the song "Murdered Out" by Kim Gordon really kicks in, the lights continue to flash red. J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! A silhouette appears at the entrance. With a controlled stagger, Jimmy Page comes from the back, head down and arms out from his sides. Page swaggers down to the ring in at a methodical pace. The camera gets a close up of his hair covered face as he makes his way down the aisle. He stops at the top of the ramp, flinging his hair from his eyes and glaring around, chewing on a piece of gum. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, on way to the ring, hailing from Flint, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds… JIMMMMYYYY PAAAAAGE! Through the static red, a spotlight follows Page as he makes his way to the front of the ring. He takes a running start, sliding on top of the apron. He stands, gets in the ring, then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Page spits his gum outside of the ring, into the crowd. Jimmy leaps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to slither down into a seat on the lower turnbuckle; Placing his head against the middle turnbuckle, knocking the back of it against the corner gently as he awaits the bell. Kris Cruise: There’s no doubt about it. This match is going to be ugly. It’s going to be umcomfortable. And-- Stephy Auger: It’s gonna be amazing, Cruise, pipe down. Jimmy Page is finally about to pay for his sins. What he’s been put through before all this? It’s nothing. This is end of the road for the “King of the F’n World”, and I’m glad we’re out here to witness it. Kris Cruise: Neutrality prevails again, I see. "If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and New Murder-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to their feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a large burst of resentment from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond, accompanied by the villainess Crimson Baroness, makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping away a few hands along the way. Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. More boos reign down upon him as he stops and sneers at the crowd. Bond points to his shirt and smirks, before brushing off the jeers from the crowd. He presses his leg between the bottom and middle rope to make room for TCB to enter the ring. Upon her entrance into the ring, the crowd erupts into another chorus of booing! Bond shouts a few words of profanity before he too steps into the squared circle. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, representing the New Murder, hailing from San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds… CHRIIIISSS BOOONNNNND! The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off through out the waves of fans. The Baroness joins him, using her hands to emphasize his presence. Bond circles the ring, arms outstretched and shouting about how great he is, as the fans boo loudly once again. Bond clearly enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond removes his t-shirt and hands it to the Baroness before doing a few stretches. Stephy Auger: Look at how confident Bond looks. Look at the swagger. Kris Cruise: We’ve seen Bond walk into high-profile matches with this confidence and poise before, and we’ve seen mixed results. We’ve seen Jimmy Page rapidly ascend to the mountaintop here in FGA, only to be knocked down in tremendous fashion… but I can’t ignore the fact that Bond is a near-twenty-year veteran of the game. Stephy Auger: And it may be an old cliche, but Bond has forgotten more things than Page has ever learned! Kris Cruise: Hm. Chris Bond and TCB exchange words before she drops down to the floor. She pulls Bond’s shirt onto herself with a wink up to the New Murder member and another camera catches Page, pacing, an indistinguishable expression on his face. Bond’s music fades and the two men stand in opposite corners, glaring at one another… until the ref turns and signals for the bell! Kris Cruise: Here we-- Bond and Page run full-force at one another, both swinging full-force and connecting with Running Lariats! The men violently twist through the air before landing on the canvas, but they scramble to their feet within seconds! Bond fires body shots into Page, who fires back with wild elbows! Page gets the better of the two, taking Bond to a knee before hitting a double chop to the throat! Bond gags, staggering to his feet and JJP nails a kick to the gut, followed by a Snap DDT! Bond bounces onto his back from the impact and Page mounts him, throwing forearms and elbows into the face of “The Battle-Hardened Veteran” as the latter tries to cover up! Stephy Auger: Ahh! It’s an all-out assault! Bond, get off the ground! Kris Cruise: A lot of these shots are landing absolutely flush. Chris Bond needs to regroup. He needs to rethink his approach here! Page yanks Bond to his feet and nails a hard Suplex to the canvas! He rolls him over, applies a Half-Nelson and forces him up, nailing a Half-Nelson Suplex! The ref drops down, assuming Page is going for a cover-- but Page mounts Bond and begins firing away with hard elbow strikes! Bond tries to cover up again! Stephy Auger: Why is the ref just watching this?! Kris Cruise: He’s checking closely for closed fists, but these are all legal shots. There’s nothing to stop unless Page submits or stops being able to defend himself, Stephy! Stephy Auger: Ugh. Bond finally shoves JJP off of him. Page scrambles to his feet and runs forward, but Bond hops to his feet and nails a Lariat, flipping Page in mid-air to a groan from the crowd! Page lands hard and rolls away, under the ropes. Bond pushes himself up to a knee in the center of the ring and many audibly gasp, seeing the laceration above Bond’s right eye. Stephy Auger: Oh no! One of those elbows just cut Bond wide open! TCB looks concerned on the outside… but her look devolves into a glare toward Page, who uses the ropes to pull himself up. He turns around in the ring and Bond rushes forward for another Running Lariat, but Page ducks! Bond hits the ropes sternum-first and rebounds into a Neckbreaker across the knee of Page! The audience pops as Bond cries out in agony, standing upright in seeming shock before Page whips him around, delivering a vicious slap to the face-- followed by an elbow to the jaw! Bond reels and Page hits an Exploder Suplex, sending him to the center of the ring! Kris Cruise: The Paralyzing! The elbow! The Exploder! And the first cover of the match! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THHHR-! Chris Bond kicks out with emphasis, knocking Page off of him and onto his stomach on the canvas. Page sighs, glaring at Bond as both men begin to push themselves up. Page strikes first, hitting a forearm, and then a second, third, and fourth, before an elbow strike finally knocks Bond back against the ropes. Page reels back and nails another elbow, sending an audible shot through the arena that brings the audience alive. Bond slumps against the ropes and Page nails another forearm for good measure before Irish Whipping Bond-- but Bond reverses it with a loud grunt. JJP rebounds into an STO Backbreaker… followed by a second one... followed by an STO! Stephy Auger: Some extra oomph on it from Chris Bond! Merry Christmas, Jimmy Joe! Kris Cruise: And Bond isn’t going for the cover-- look at this! Bond stomps viciously at Jimmy Page’s left ankle once… twice… thrice! Page sits upright and clutches it, but Bond nails a boot to his skull, sending him to the ground! Bond nails two stomps to Page’s left knee and drags him toward the ropes. He places Page’s leg on the bottom rope and uses the middle rope as a springboard before leaping up high and coming down with a leaping stomp to Page’s knee! The former World Champion cries out in agony, rolling away from the ropes and to the center of the ring. Bond slides for a cover, hooking the near leg! ONE . . . . Kickout!Page sits upright alongside Bond, but JJP is quicker on the exchange, hitting a hard back elbow directly to Bond’s nose! Blood immediately begins to rush from Bond’s nostrils and his eyes roll into the back of his head before he collapses to the canvas to a roar from the crowd! Page leans back into the cover, hooking the near leg with one arm, clutching at his own knee with the other. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH-! Stephy Auger: Woooohhmygod, kickout by Bond at the last second there! And I mean… the last second. Kris Cruise: These guys can’t seem to decide whether they want to beat each other or just beat the absolute hell out of each other. Each shot is landing harder than the one before it! Bond tries to shake out the cobwebs as he props himself up on an elbow, but Page is quick to force him up from behind, nailing a Hammerlock Back Suplex! Bond rolls over, pushing himself up to his hands and knees and Page forces him up around his neck, hitting a standard Back Suplex! He clutches at his own knee again, shaking his leg for a moment before leaning back for another cover, hooking the far leg this time. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR- Kickout!Page sits up, glaring back at Bond before his eyes drift toward TCB, who paces slowly on the outside, glaring a hole through the former World Champion. Page shakes his head a bit and stands, pulling Bond up in a front Facelock before rushing him full-force into the corner! He follows up with vicious elbows to the face, prompting the referee to administer a five-count! Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! F… Page backs away, allowing Bond to slump down to a seated position in the corner. Page backs to the center of the ring and rubs at his own left knee for a second, wincing in pain-- before springing into the corner, nailing a Running Knee Facewash to Bond! Bond goes limp, face resting against the bottom rope as a camera captures a close-up of his bloodied face! Page drags him out of the corner and hooks both legs for a cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRRRE-! Kris Cruise: And just barely, Chris Bond gets his shoulder off the canvas! While some in the audience are impressed, many boo the Battle-Hardened Veteran. Page catches his breath for a few seconds before standing upright. TCB jaws off at him from ringside, capturing Page’s attention for a second… but he waves her off to a pop from the crowd. The distraction pays off though, as he turns to lift up Bond, Bond delivers a solid closed fist right to the left knee of Page! Kris Cruise: Closed fist right to that targeted leg! Stephy Auger: Serves him right! Page goes for a boot to Bond’s skull, but Bond captures his bad leg and nails a Dragon Screw takedown! Page cries out in agony and Bond quickly stands upright, still keeping a hold of the left leg, delivering five hard stomps to the back of the knee! Page’s face turns red as he tries to move himself toward the ropes. The bloodied Bond glares down at Page before turning him over into the Half Crab! Page grabs fistful of his own hair, grunting in utter agony-- and Bond squats down on the hold, putting more pressure on the knee! ”J-J-P!”
”J-J-P!”
”J-J-P!” Page pushes himself up on his elbows and makes a rapid crawl to the bottom rope to the delight of the crowd… but the cheers turn to boos as Bond pumps the brakes with Page’s fingertips just inches away! Bond slowly but surely drags Page back to the center of the ring and squats down again. ”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Page’s face turns red, but he drives his elbows against the canvas again, beginning an army-crawl toward the ropes. Less than a foot away, he reaches out… but Bond lets go of the leg and twists around, ducking to the outside beneath the bottom rope and capturing Page seamlessly in a front facelock before dragging him out of the ring so only his feet are suspended on the apron-- before dropping him to the mat with a vicious DDT, a modified Rejection! Shrieks resonate from the audience at the landing! Page lies absolutely motionless on the mat and Bond leans against the barricade, smirking at the sight. Kris Cruise: OH MY GOD! Stephy Auger: He’s done. Page is finished. ”HOLY SHIT!
”HOLY SHIT!”
”HOLY SHIT!” The referee leans through the ropes, trying to check on the former World Champion verbally, but gets no response. He steps back and begins his ten count while TCB checks on Bond. ”ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!
FIVE!”Pulling himself up at the count of three, Bond spends the next several seconds struggling to get the dead weight of Page off the ground in a front facelock before driving him against the apron and pushing him up onto it. Bond ducks under the ropes past Page and rises to his feet, pulling Page up by the hair. A close-up reveals that Page now has a cut above his eye, blood streaming down his face as well. Bond pulls him up over the middle rope-- and nails a Rope-Hung DDT into the ring! Boos rain down on Bond who pushes Page over into a cover, hooking both legs. Kris Cruise: Another Rejection! A traditional one, and I don’t think Page ever woke up from the first one! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRRRRRE-! Kris Cruise: PAGE KICKS OUT! Stephy Auger: How. How? Kris Cruise: That has got to be pure instinct. Pure adrenaline! The audience erupts and Bond looks down at Page in shock. He delivers a series of hard forearms to his face and covers him again! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR--! Page kicks out but Bond hops to his feet, delivering a barrage of stomps to Page’s left knee, his ribcage, and finally a knee down across the temple! Page cries out and goes to roll away, but Bond mounts him and begins hammering away with stiff, calculated fists! The referee scolds him and eventually shoves him off, warning him about the fists, but Bond shoves past him and dives into the cover on Page! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! Stephy Auger: Just stay down, James! The audience erupts into applause as the bloodied Page pushes himself up on an elbow. Bond yells out in frustration, pacing in the center of the ring while TCB watches, glaring at Page from the outside. Stephy Auger: Bond’s beside himself right now. Kris Cruise: And he’s making a crucial mistake, giving Jimmy Page so much time to recover. Bond goes to Page and picks his left leg up, delivering a stomp to the back of the knee before lifting up his right leg and trying to hook him for the Cloverleaf-- but Page pulls the veteran down into an Inside Cradle! The audience pops as the ref drops into the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THHHH-! Bond pops out of the hold and immediately locks Page in a side headlock, taking him to the ground! Page’s eyes are already glassy as he reaches out toward the ropes. The audience begins to stomp and clamp, trying to will JJP back to his feet, but Bond transitions into a rear Chinlock, pulling Page back against his knee with a grunt. Page cries out as Bond delivers crossface forearm shots to him before pulling Page back into the Chin Lock. Another ”J-J-P! chant begins to echo throughout the Times Union Center, and Page begins to tug at Bond’s hand, maneuvering his feet beneath himself. Kris Cruise: Albany is trying to will Jimmy Page back into this thing, and it might be working, Stephy! Page pushes himself up to a knee and begins to fire elbows into the gut of the Battle-Hardened Veteran! Bond fires back with clubbing blows to the base of the neck, relinquishing the Chin Lock as he reaches his feet… and Page reaches up and fish hooks Bond! Stephy Auger: HEY! Bond cries out, clutching at his face as Page controls him by hose while he reaches his own feet. Using Bond’s face, Page drags him forward, into a stiff Lariat! Bond lands hard on the back of his head and neck from the shot! Page staggers back into the corner and Bond pushes himself up to a knee… and Page sprints, nailing a Boma Ye to the side of the head! The shot echoes throughout the arena and Bond collapses to the mat, but Page cries out in agony, clutching his knee, writhing on the mat! Kris Cruise: Trauma Symphony! He got every single bit of that! But… Stephy Auger: But he probably just took himself out in the process! Bond has decimated that left leg! TCB yells for Bond to get up, shaking on the bottom rope as Page rolls closer to him. ”J-J-P!”
”J-J-P!”
”J-J-P!” Page finally throws himself back-first over Chris Bond and the ref makes the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THHHRR-! Bond throws the shoulder up and the audience erupts into a mixed reaction. Page sits upright, his hair now soaked with his own blood. He shakes his head in disappointment, but shakily gets to his feet, backing into the corner once again to steady himself, massaging his own knee. Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page understands the pressure to put this thing away, but it’s getting harder and harder for him to capitalize on big moves. Page stalks Bond as the bloodied veteran pushes himself up to a knee. Page signals for the end and shakes the pain out of his leg before rushing forward for another Trauma Symphony… ...and Bond counters with a Double A Spinebuster! He pushes himself to his feet and yells out before locking Page in the Cloverleaf! The audience grows near deafening and Page cries out in agony, immediately raising a hand, bringing it down toward the mat-- but he stops an inch before tapping, clutching at his own hair instead! The audience goes into a frenzy, a variety of chants echoing throughout the arena while Bond screams for Page to “tap!”, TCB grinning in Page’s face from a few feet away on the other side of the ropes. Stephy Auger: He’s caught! The long game has paid off for Chris Bond! Kris Cruise: Not yet. But it looks bad for the King of the World, that’s for sure. Stephy Auger: Not so great to be King, James! Page pulls himself to the ropes, only centimeters away… but Bond drags him back about two feet before squatting down in the Cloverleaf. Page grunts in agony, beginning a slower, deeper crawl. The Albany crowd roars as he comes within a foot… within inches… centimeters… Kris Cruise: He’s there! Albany erupts as Page grabs the bottom rope in front of an unimpressed TCB. Bond yells in frustration, grabbing the referee by the front of the shirt, but the official slaps his hand away with a warning! Bond turns and forces Page up, laying into him with a vicious elbow strike to the jaw that knocks him through the ropes and down to the floor at TCB’s feet! Bond tries to go after him, but the official backs him off… allowing the Baroness to level the rising Jimmy Page with a boot to the temple! Boos resonate throughout the arena and Page slumps against the ring steps. Bond finally ducks out of the ring on the side and rushes forward, kicking the steel steps into the rising Page, connecting with his knees! The audience groans and Page falls back, a look of far beyond pain on his face. He breathes heavily, trying to back up, finding his back against the announce table as Bond stomps viciously at his chest and gut. Kris Cruise: This is barbaric. This stopped being a wrestling match and started becoming an all-out fight ages ago. The referee needs to check these two. Bond pulls Page up and delivers a Snap Suplex that sends Page back-first to the top of the announce table! Stephy Auger: Ahhh! Look out! Kris Cruise: They’re right in front of us! Bond hammers away at Page’s skull, busting him open farther before he drags him off of the table and goes to Irish Whip him into the ring apron… but Page reverses it, sending Bond back-first into the hardest part of the ring! Chris stumbles forward, right into an Exploder Suplex that sends him atop the announce table! He begins to roll over to the other side, but Page grabs him off and nails a second Exploder, this time right onto the floor! Bond writhes in pain and Bond cries out in agony as he clutches at his knee… but crawls over to Bond, firing forearms at him! The ref exits the ring, having no choice but to separate the two as the crowd reaches a fever pitch! Chants of ”LET’S GO JIMMY!” resonate through the arena as Page hobbles to his feet, leaning against the apron for support. Bond spits blood out of his mouth and uses the steps to pull himself up-- before lunging at Page for a single-leg takedown, mounting him with elbows to the head and neck! Kris Cruise: This might get thrown out! The referee begins to count Bond and Page out, but upon reaching a count of two, Bond forces Page up, rolling him into the ring beneath the bottom rope, screaming “I KNOW!” at the ref. He slaps the apron in frustration, holding his back as he slides into the ring, glaring at the stirring Jimmy Page. Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page has no idea where he is! End it, Bond! Kris Cruise: Mercifully… Bond grabs a handful of Page’s crimson-soaked hair and forces him up to a knee. Page moves up to both feet, barely able to stand under his own power. Bond delivers a sharp elbow to his jaw, reeling Page before running past him, rebounding full-speed off the ropes-- --and Page pivots, blasting Bond with a Rolling Elbow out of nowhere, turning the Battle-Hardened Veteran inside out! The audible is like a gunshot and Bond crashes to the canvas while Page falls atop him, audience erupting! Stephy Auger: … Kris Cruise: CONCUSSION! CONCUSSION CONNECTS! COVER! The crowd counts loudly along with the ref! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE! The bell sounds and “Murdered Out” hits the PA system while Page groggily rolls out of the ring, collapsing to the floor as a shocked TCB slides inside, hands on her head as she looks between Page and Bond. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner... JIMMMMYYY PAAAAAAAGE! The ref exits the ring as Jimmy crawls backwards, sitting at the bottom of the ramp, unable to stand. A blood-covered Page glares into the ring at Bond and TCB. Though he doesn't quite wear a smile, a look of relief is evident on Page's face before he mouths a silent, but direct expletive toward the occupants of the ring. Bond sits upright, propped up by TCB. He mumbles something to her before falling back down to his side on the mat. Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page has just delivered a thunderous shot to the New Murder, but he took a hell of a lot of punishment in order to do it. Page picked up the victory-- but he might be worse for wear here. Stephy Auger: Serves him right! Damnit. The bloodied Page lies back on the ramp, arm raised by the referee as his music continues to blare throughout the arena. After one last shot toward the stirring, seething Chris Bond, we fade to black on Page, who sits upright, scowling toward the ring. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:19:19 GMT -5
We cut to our backstage area where Amanda Johnson stands by with a small smile on her face, raising her mic as she begins.
Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time-- the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca… Chaotics.
The Albany audience pops as we pan out a bit, revealing Logan Alexander and a slightly subdued-looking De Luca. They both wear their respective Tag Team Championship belt on their shoulders, looking toward Amanda.
Logan Alexander: Greetings Amanda. Always a pleasure to be here.
Amanda Johnson: Guys, we’re just moments away from the much-anticipated triple threat Tag Team Championship match where you defend your titles against both Smart Style and the former Tag Team Champions, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. With everything that’s gone on from the Dynamic Duos tournament until now, how do you figure out which team to prioritize? How do you focus heading into this-- with THIS being your inaugural title defense?
Ashlyn De Luca: Mm. Wow. That’s like, three questions rolled into one all clever-like. That’s mad sneaky, I like that.
Amanda smiles faintly but Ashlyn exhales, being the first to respond for the team.
Ashlyn De Luca: Straight up though? You don’t prioritize one team or one competitor in a match like this. That’s death. You hit anything that moves until you reach a point where you don’t have to hit anything anymore.
Logan nods in agreement.
Logan Alexander: That’s it exactly. There’s no true gameplan once you step into the ring with a third set of opponents. It’s guaranteed that nothing is going to unfold in an orderly fashion. We know how Dan and Peaches like to handle things in their matches. We have a really good feeling for how Mark and Shintaro carry out their business in the ring too. But while you can understand the strategies and tactics that your opponents use, you can’t prioritise anything beyond breaking the momentum of the opponents who have the most at any given time. You keep your head on a swivel. You do what you can to watch out for your partner. You try to take advantage of any opening you’re given without committing a blunder that someone else can use against you.
Logan smirks slightly.
Logan Alexander: To be quite blunt, these kinds of matches are chaotic by nature. That also turns out to be the kind of environment where I’ve done some of my best work.
Peaches: An’ here I was thinkin’ you liked law an’ order…
The southern twang sounds out, causing The Chaotics and Amanda Johnson to all turn their heads. At that moment, The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad walk into view; they’re ready dressed in their ring attire, glancing towards the title belts that adorn the shoulders of their opponents.
Peaches: Color me surprised.
Logan smiles slightly and nods in acknowledgement to Peaches and Dan.
Logan Alexander: Well, law and order certainly have their place, but I’m not someone that will always adhere to the spirit and sometimes even the letter of the law. I’m no hero.
Peaches: You ain’t gotta tell me twice.
Dan Herrera: You might not think you’re a hero, Logan. But what you are, right now, is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions. And for some of the fans out there - some of the fans right here in Albany--
The crowd pops, just as expected.
Dan Herrera: --that makes you a hero.
Peaches: The same even goes for Smart Style if, God forbid, they somehow walk outta Final Frontier with those belts. But we ain’t ‘bout to let that happen. Me an’ Dan are gonna send ‘em packin’ with their tails tucked between their legs over to Vertigo, where Firing Squad, Lowri & Neal, or even The New Murder can deal with ‘em.
Dan Herrera: And us, when we go over there to defend the titles.
Peaches: ‘Cause y’all have had a good run. Winnin’ Dynamic Duos is always a challenge, an’ you should be damn proud of it. Ain’t nobody nowhere gonna tell Ashlyn she ain’t had a helluva year either. Winnin’ the Young Guns Cup, winnin’ the Dynamic Duos. The SSWA World title, the HKW Bloodlust title - twice! An’ now the FGA World Tag Team titles too…
Pause.
Peaches: ...but y’all been havin’ problems holdin’ onto them belts lately, ain’t you, Ashlyn? Your year ain’t endin’ as hot as it started.
Dan Herrera: And that’s a damn shame. That we’re going to have to add onto your misfortune. You see, as sure as we are that Smart Style aren’t walking out of here with those belts--
Peaches: We’re double sure that you ain’t do that either.
Dan Herrera: And all the talk you had about us doing the same thing as before? Save your breath, Ashlyn. Tonight we’re going to be focused like never before, hotter than we’ve ever been, more driven and determined than you’ve ever seen us. The light hearted, happy go lucky Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad that you’ve faced before? They’re not here tonight.
Ashlyn narrows her eyes at Dan, a half-smirk-- conveying more annoyance than amusement-- on her face before she rolls her eyes toward Peaches as she begins speaking.
Peaches: The Peaches who wanted to settle things with you in drinkin’ contests, or Pokémon battles? She ain’t here tonight. So what you’re gonna be up against, what Smart Style are gonna be up against, are the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad who are about to become the next, and two-time, FGA World Tag Team Champions.
Ashlyn nods, staring Peaches in the eye for a moment before a barely audible scoff escapes her lips. Peaches rolls her eyes in response, not wanting to let Ashlyn get under her skin again. Otherwise she’ll find herself crying in the bathroom like before.
Ashlyn De Luca: You really think that.
She says it as a statement instead of questioning the team.
Logan Alexander: They do…
Logan reaches up and rubs his forehead.
Logan Alexander: You two have changed somewhat… You’ve somehow gotten more arrogant since we beat you. I thought Smart Style was bad…
He lowers his hand and looks towards Dan and Peaches.
Logan Alexander: Pride cometh before the fall.
The comment earns an unimpressed look from Peaches and something of a half-smirk from Herrera. Ash takes a deep breath, one hand on her hip, the other holding her Tag Team Title to her shoulder as she continues to look toward Peaches.
Ashlyn De Luca: You two are one of the sickest teams in the game right now but…
She shrugs slightly, never breaking her gaze.
Ashlyn De Luca: ...doesn’t matter which Peaches it is. Doesn’t matter which Dan, which Squad-- your obsession with the “belts” doesn’t mean anything to us. You wanna call yourselves the champions, then I dare you to go out there and win that match tonight. I know you can do it. Logan knows you can do it, but it’s not gonna happen at our expense, whether Shintaro and Big Head Ass are out there or not. We are the same Chaotics every single time and that works, Peaches.
She exhales and looks toward Dan for a moment, staring at him, jaw tensed as if prepared to say something to the veteran… but her eyes roll back to Peaches as she shifts the championship on her shoulder.
Ashlyn De Luca: I guess after tonight the old Squad owes the new Squad an apology for getting their hopes up.
Peaches takes a step closer, getting up close and personal with Ashlyn De Luca. Her gaze drifting down to the title belt on Ashlyn’s shoulder as Dan moves closer to Logan also. A smirk on Herrera’s face as he and Logan stare at one another.
Peaches: Just to be sure, we’ll be ready for an apology after tonight’s show either way. See y’all in the ring.
She says as the PCLAS members walk away, not turning their backs on the champions until they’re nearly round the corner. There is a moment where the teams linger, gazes met before Peaches and Herrera round the corner. Ashlyn sighs, allowing the Tag Team Championship to slide down her arm and into her hand before she turns and looks at Logan with a raised brow.
Ashlyn De Luca: Awesome. Everybody’s got somethin to prove.
She turns, looking in the direction that PCLAS had disappeared to, shaking her head slightly, silent for a few seconds before a humorless laugh escapes her lips and she turns, giving Logan a half-smile.
Ashlyn De Luca: Maybe we should make it four graves instead of two.
Logan Alexander: Two’ll be fine. We aren’t the ones making the holes bigger after all.
Logan looks towards Amanda, who’d been forgotten during the exchange.
Logan Alexander: Whether it’s the PC Lion Attack Squad or Smart Style, we’re surrounded by opponents with something to prove and who think that they are the best team going into this… But both of them seem to just discount the fact that we’ve beaten them both to get to this point. They assume that we’ve plateaued or are complacent now that we’re the champions.
He looks to Ashlyn.
Logan Alexander: They’re wrong.
Ashlyn gives him a nod of solidarity, in agreement. Logan focuses back on Amanda.
Logan Alexander: This isn’t about us wanting the championships because they are some sort of status symbol. That’s all our opponents see them as. We wanted these belts so we could face all of the best competitors around, so that we could keep stepping up our game in the ring. These belts were never the end goal for us and while we’ve held them, we’ve kept getting better. Mark and Shintaro have improved. They fought us to a standstill. I’m sure that Dan and Peaches have improved. They’ve learned from some of their mistakes. But they don’t seem to realize that we have improved as well, cause we keep pushing ourselves to be better.
He smirks at Ashlyn.
Logan Alexander: Smart Style wanted their shot. The Lion Attack Squad wanted their rematch. Well… they’ve both got what they wanted now. Now… we’re going to go out there and get what we want… victory.
The audience cheers at the closing comments of Alexander, who exchanges a small fist bump with De Luca.
Amanda Johnson: Thanks for your time, guys. Good luck.
Amanda smiles politely and exits the scene while Logan and Ashlyn both turn their attention down the corridor in the direction that the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad had exited in. Our camera pans in on the face of the Tag Team Championship Ashlyn De Luca holds in her hand before we fade away
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:19:39 GMT -5
SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Chandler Scott, Noelle Smith, El Stravito vs. Thy Kingdom Come Melanie Sierra: The following is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall! “Run This Town” by Jay-Z feat. Kanye West & Rihanna starts to play. Strobes begin surveying the building as darkness has taken over the arena. Feel it comin' in the air
And the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
We gonna run this town Bright lights shine on the entranceway nearly drowning the entire scene in white as Tully Barnes and Nate Bristow emerge from the backstage area. The two tag partners stand at the top of the entranceway with smug smirks on their faces and their eyes focused on the ring in front of them. The lights quickly dim again and the arena is filled with green and yellow laser lights as Bristow & Barnes start toward the ring. Melanie Sierra: Introducing first, the team of BRISTOW & BARNES!!! We are, yeah I said it, we are,
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get ya'll black tees on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they Dillingers
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
This is la familia, I'll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper, I'm a couple bands down
And I'm tryin' to get back
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma's, six zeros, dot zeroes here it go,
Back to runnin' circles 'round n*ggas, now we squared up, hold up As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched. Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile,
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gon' run this town tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy,
Is who’s gon' run this town tonight? Now inside the ring, they cross paths and perch up on the ropes on the opposite of the ring, one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, taunting the fans as they await their opponents. “Amazing” by Kanye West hits, lifting the fans to their feet in a fit of rage. White and pink strobe lights start to flash throughout the arena. Ricky Valero emerges from the back amidst a cloud of fog. With that trademark smirk stretched across his face, he scans the arena with hubris. He puts his legs together, extends his arms outward, throws his head back and basks in the building’s negative energy. Melanie Sierra: And their partner, he is RICKY VALERO!!! He makes his way toward the ring intentionally ignoring the outstretched hands of front row fans along his route. He circles the ring, before reaching the far corner. Slowly he climbs up the steps and leans his back against the ropes, bouncing against them a few times with his arms wrapped over top of them before slipping into the ring. Ricky spins around in the center of the ring with his arms extended out, absorbing the crowd's disdain. He walks towards the ropes on the far side of the ring and simply smiles. The music slowly quiets down as Ricky turns and leans against the ropes closest to the entranceway, awaiting his opponent. The music starts and different colored lights flash around. Once the beat drops, El Stravito rolls out from the curtain and pops up on stage. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on each side. El Stravito dances to his music on the ring steps before flipping over the ropes into the ring. Stravito leaps on the top turnbuckle to hype the fans as the music dies down. Melanie Sierra: And their opponent, EL STRAVITO! “Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up. Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)Melanie Sierra: And his partner, she is NOELLE SMITH!!! She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily. The lights dim as the sound of a guitar plays throughout the arena. Red lasers soon begin to shoot out from the stage. Once their attention has been captured, the crowd turns to the entryway to prepare for the man that's about to walk out. At the 25 second mark, “Animal Ghosts” bursts through the speakers. Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd. Melanie Sierra: And their partner, he is the DNA of FGA...CHANDLER SCOTT!!! Chandler makes his way down to the ring with a smirk on his face. After slapping hands with one or two lucky fans, he leaps onto the apron and enters through the ropes. Chandler times his ascension onto the middle ropes with the beginning of the chorus. The crowd sings along with the chorus while puts his hand above his eyes to scan the crowd. He smirks as he slowly slaps his chest three times before pointing to a lucky fan in the crowd. When the chorus ends, Chandler hops off the middle ropes, turns and lands on his feet. He begins slipping off his jumpsuit and tosses it to the outside as hewaits the opening bell. SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
Chandler Scott, El Stravito, Noelle Smith vs Thy Kingdom Come The match begins with Stravito and Bristow. The two men lock up before Bristow pulls Stravito into a headlock and proceeds to perform a noogie on him. But Stravito finds a way out of it and shoves Bristow back! Ricky and Barnes both enter the ring, looking to back up their boy, but Chandler and Noelle enter the ring as well! An all out brawl ensues before Noelle and Chandler dispose of Barnes and Valero, allowing Stravito to hit a hip toss on Bristow to cheers from the audience! Geoff Penzer: Thy Kingdom Come already getting outclassed by Chandler, Noelle, and Stravito! Stephy Auger: Shut up, Penzie! Geoff Penzer: Why are you commentating on this match? This is a Flashpoint match, remember? El Stravito waits for Bristow to get to his feet before he catches him with a snapmare, then follows it up with a dropkick to the back of the head! The masked wrestler then turns Bristow over and goes for the cover! Geoff Penzer: Good snapmare/dropkick combo there by Stravito! The cover! One! . . Two! . . Kickout! Stephy Auger: Can’t believe he thought that was enough! Stravito then tags in Scott to cheers from the audience! The DNA of FGA then enters the ring and quickly lands a knee drop, forcing Bristow to turn over onto his back. This then allows Chandler to grab him around the waist and really show off his strength, lifting Bristow up before dropping him with a deadlift gutwrench sitout powerbomb! The pin attempt is made right after, the ref sliding in to make the count! Geoff Penzer: What strength by Chandler Scott! He goes for the cover! One! . . Two! . . Kickout! Stephy Auger: The DNA of FGA is damn good, but he’s not that good! The former FGA champion smirks after the kickout, looking over at Ricky, who gives him the bird. But Scott pays him no mind as he tags out to Noelle. The audience cheers as Noelle enters the ring and waits for Bristow to get to his feet before hitting an enzuigiri, going for the pin right afterwards! Geoff Penzer: Noelle with a nice enzuigiri! Stephy Auger: Ugh, I hate these people! How can they cheer someone like her?! One! . . Two! . . Kickout! Smith doesn’t give up there though as she quickly gets to her feet, then slowly picks up Bristow. The young woman then attempts to irish whip him, but he reverses it, sending her into the ropes instead! But before she can hit the ropes, Valero pulls down on the top one, sending her over and out of the ring and to the ground to heavy boos! Bristow then tags out to Barnes. Geoff Penzer: Oh, that’s ridiculous! Stephy Auger: Looks like the ref didn’t mind nearly as much as you did! Barnes hops off of the apron and down onto the ground before racing around and knocking the recovering Noelle down with a clothesline! He rolls her into the ring after, sliding in himself before he lands three straight elbow drops, then tags out to Valero. Ricky then performs a springboard leg drop, going for the cover right after as the audience boos! Geoff Penzer: And just like that, Thy Kingdom Come is systematically picking Noelle apart! Stephy Auger: Name me a better trio in anything! I’ll wait! Kris Cruise: Destiny’s Child, TLC, and even the trio of wrestlers they’re facing tonight! Stephy Auger: Shut up, Cruise. Ricky then tags out to Barnes almost immediately and he enters the ring before hitting a big splash on Smith! But Barnes tags out to Bristow, who enters the ring, allowing the two men to pick her up before hitting a double snap suplex to heavy boos. However, Bristow does not go for the cover and instead tags Ricky right back in. Kris Cruise: Did these two forget how to pin someone? Valero enters the ring once more as he picks Smith up and lifts her up into a powerbomb, only to throw her into the turnbuckles! The young woman falls to the mat as Ricky goes for the cover, the audience continuing to boo him! Stephy Auger: Why pin someone when you can continue to punish them?! One! . . Two! . . Kickout! The audience cheers after the kickout, but Ricky is clearly getting frustrated as he drags Noelle into a seated position in his team’s corner, then stomps away at her before tagging out to Bristow. Bristow enters, Valero exits, and Bristow begins stomping away at his opponent. Barnes is then tagged in and he does the same thing his partners did before allowing Ricky to tag himself back in. Barnes then picks Noelle up and shoves her towards Ricky, who hits a jumping roundhouse corkscrew knee to the face! Smith falls to the mat and Valero attempts another pin as the audience boos! Geoff Penzer: And that right there was Dream Street by Ricky Valero! Stephy Auger: Ball game! One! . . Two! . . Three-KICKOUT! Ricky slaps the mat in frustration and gets right into the face of the ref, the two men arguing with one another! Once he tells the ref off, he turns around and goes to pick up Noelle, only to get caught with a jawbreaker! Valero falls to the mat and Smith begins crawling towards her corner! Stravito has his hand extended and Noelle looks like she’s going o tag him, only to tag in Chandler instead! Geoff Penzer: Here comes Chandler! Stephy Auger: Ugh. Chandler hits the ring and quickly drops Ricky with a clothesline before running over and knocking Barnes off of the apron! He then turns back around and drops Ricky with another clothesline, then sees Bristow trying to enter the ring, so he boots him in the skull, sending him back out! Scott then waits for Valero to get to his feet before he moves forward and catches him with a high angle dropkick! He then goes for the cover! Geoff Penzer: Pinpoint dropkick! The cover! One! . . Two! . . Th-Broken up Bristow and Barnes! Stephy Auger: Thank god! The audience boos, but that doesn’t last for long as El Stravito comes flying through and catches Bristow with a springboard dropkick, sending him bouncing out of the ring! Noelle also hits the ring and catches Barnes with a uppercut elbow, sending the other member of Bristow & Barnes out of the ring as well! Stravito and Noelle follow them out of the ring while both Scott and Valero get to their feet. Geoff Penzer: Bristow and Barnes have been taken out of the equation! Stephy Auger: This can’t be happening! Ricky charges at Chandler, but he drops him with a double leg takedown! Scott is quick to then put his leg between Valero’s, wrapping them around his before turning him over and locking in the Scott Lock! Stephy Auger: Don’t you tap! But Ricky can only hold on for so long before he finally has to call it quits, furiously tapping the mat! Geoff Penzer: It’s over! DING! DING! DING! The bell rings and Chandler releases Ricky to a huge pop from the audience! J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners....EL STRAVITO, NOELLE SMITH, AND CHANDLER SCOTT!!! "Animal Ghosts" blasts over the PA as El Stravito and Noelle join Chandler in the ring, the three raising each others’ arms in victory as the audience cheers them on. Geoff Penzer: What a feel good moment for the team of Noelle Smith, Chandler Scott and EL STRAVITOOOOOOO! The trio raise each other’s arms in victory as Thy Kingdom Come slump off in the corner. It looked as if the winners would share a victory hug before all of a sudden… El Stravito kicks Chandler Scott in the groin. The DNA of FGA falls to his knees as Noelle stands there in shock. Geoff Penzer: What the hell was that for!? Bristow and Bornes rush Noelle into the ropes, tying her arms up as Ricky Valero begins to taunt her. El Stravito shakes his head as he looks down at Scott. The luchador, then springs off the ropes and hits Chandler Scott with a deadly shining wizard. The crowd erupts in boos as Stravito continues to shake his head, audibly screaming out “STUPID!” Geoff Penzer: El Stravito has turned on his team…but why??? Chandler Scott lies on the mat, unconscious. Noelle is still being restrained by Thy Kingdom Come. El Stravito stands in the middle of the ring, turning to each side of the audience before finally facing the where Noelle was tied up. The luchador reaches for the back of his head and pulls the zipper of his mask down. After a few moments of anticipation, El Stravito finally lifts off the mask, nearly causing Noelle’s eyes to pop out of her head. The crowd gasp before raining down the boos even louder. Geoff Penzer: OH MY GOD IT’S TONY CARMINE! HE’S BACK! Tony lifts the El Stravito mask in the air and laughs as everyone jeers. Suddenly, The Scandalous One throws the mask in Noelle’s face, before turning around and laying the boots to a downed Chandler Scott. Ricky Valero mockingly puts the mask over Noelle’s head. Tony mounts Scott and showers him with elbow strikes, before Valero joins in. Tony gets up and tells Ricky to pick Chandler up. The Scandalous One blows a kiss to Chandler, kicking him in the gut and driving him to the mat with an It’s Always Sunny in Sicily. Geoff Penzer: For months, we’ve been led to believe that El Stravito was a new luchador making a splash here at FGA. We thought he was Flashpoint’s rising star. Only for it to be a man who ranted and raved about how he would never step foot back in this company. This is just downright heinous! Chandler is motionless on the canvas. Tony snatches his mask off of Noelle and kisses her on the forehead. He rolls out of the ring and soaks in the warm crowd reception all the way up to the ramp. Thy Kingdom Come utter some words to both Noelle and Chandler as they exit the ring. [ FADE OUT ] |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 15:19:58 GMT -5
 Award Results this Friday |
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