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Post by FGA Office on Mar 18, 2019 21:55:33 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 18, 2019 22:06:51 GMT -5
¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!
Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea State Farm Arena
Atlanta, GA The familiar, frantic instrumental slams into the PA system, drawing a near-unanimous chorus of boos from the Atlanta crowd. Multi-colored strobes dance throughout the arena as the Beatles’ “Helter Skelter” blares throughout the arena. Stephy Auger: Hahaaaa, guess what time it is, Cruise! GUESS WHAT TIME IT IIIS! Kris Cruise: Our FGA World Champion has made his arrival here in Atlanta, Georgia. Upon the first hint of vocals, Evan Envi steps through the curtains, onto the ramp, decked out in a burgundy suit, FGA World Championship thrown over his shoulder. He takes a few steps forward, nodding a bit as Natalie McKinley steps out from the curtains behind him, arms crossed as she surveys the raucous crowd. Stephy Auger: Atlanta doesn’t even deserve it! Evan tilts his head back a bit, sneering out into the audience before walking forward, raising his signature Double V’s high into the air, glaring toward the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. Envi clutches the bel=t against his shoulder as he climbs the stairs, pausing to wink toward the ringside camera that follows him. He climbs the ropes near the turnbuckles as if walking a staircase, standing at the top as he slowly raises the FGA World Championship above his head mouthing off at the audience nearest him. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Natalie McKinley and the FGA World Champion, “The Chief”, EVAAAAN ENNNNNVIIII! As Natalie McKinley enters the ring on the far side, she sits on the middle rope, allowing Envi to calmly step down from the turnbuckles and onto the apron, shaking his head at the jeering fans before stepping through the ropes, through the opening created by McKinley. Striding across the ring, Evan Envi holds his hand out toward J.A. Aldridge, who looks confused for a moment until McKincley snatches the microphone out of his hands, muttering something to the ring announcer. He holds up his hands and steps out of the ring as McKinley hands the phone to Envi. The champion looks out into the audience with a look of concern. The reaction seems to vary from pocket to pocket of the live crowd, and the champion slowly performs a full turn, looking toward every section of the audience. “EVAN ENVI!” “ENVI SUCKS!”
“EVAN ENVI!” “ENVI SUCKS!”
“EVAN ENVI!” “ENVI SUCKS!”
“EVAN ENVI!” “ENVI SUCKS!” Envi narrows his eyes and raises the mic, sighing loudly into it. Evan Envi: Is that necessary though? “YES!” A loud, singular response from the crowd-- who pop themselves at that-- earns a small nod from the Chief that suggests that he expected it. He rubs his jaw, pacing the ring while he waits for the audience to die down a bit again until he finally points a finger to the ramp. Evan Envi: Last time you saw me, I was trying to throw an extravaganza in celebration of every former World Champion in FGA’s history… in celebration of you… and in celebration of not only wrestling greatness but pure, uncontended wrestling GOODness. The words earn a chorus of boos from the unimpressed Atlanta, but the Chief goes on. Evan Envi: After I defeated Colton Sterling to become your new FGA World Champion, I was frickin’ OVERCOME with emotion. I didn’t know how to make sense of the opportunity if we’re being honest. I knew that after eleven years, my first reign as your World Champion didn’t end the way I always dreamt it would-- the way I always told people it would. After eleven years of fighting and clawing, I finally had that World Championship in my arms in spite of what the people around me wanted, in spite of what they begged for-- and-- and just like that, it was gone. Just like that… after eleven years of fighting… and clawing… my dream was taken away from me by James Page. Evan looks down, eyes wide and distant as if haunted by the memory. The audience inside the State Farm Arena come alive at the mention of Page, but slowly, the World Champion raises the mic again. Evan Envi: ...but I didn’t take it lying down. I didn’t whine. I didn’t complain for my rematch. I waited. And I fought. And I won the Frontier Lion’s Cup for the second year in a row and climbed all the way back to my World Championship, punched Colton Sterling right in his mouth and I took it back. I gave myself a second chance at a childhood dream when I took this. Evan raises the World Title off of his shoulder, this time earning a fairly mixed reaction from Atlanta. Evan raises the belt high above his head, still looking at it as he continues speaking. Evan Envi: And I gave the FGA World Championship a second chance at being in Good hands. It deserves that. But… Envi lowers the belt back onto his shoulder, turning toward the ramp while Nat McKinley rolls her eyes at a group of jeering fans in the front row, mouthing something back to them in disgust. Evan Envi: But Fujiko… emotional, reckless Fujiko couldn’t handle it. She came out here, lust in her eyes and JEALOUSY in her heart because of what happened at Final Frontier-- because I took advantage of every opportunity in front of me and became the THEEE guy in FGA in 2019 and not her. She ruined the celebration of a LEGACY-- the legacy of the FGA World Tilte, because she wasn’t a part of it! Freakin’ petty! That is exactly the kind of thing I’m trying to save the World Championship from. It deserves better. Boos begin to fill the State Farm Arena again and Envi turns to the hard cam, shaking his head. Evan Envi: As the World Champion, I will not let this title sink to those depths. Fujiko gets her hands on the Chief and the censors won’t know what to do with themselves. You guys know what she’s like around me. This earns an amused reaction and some whistles from many in the crowd, but a general chorus of boos toward the Chief nonetheless. Smirking a bit to himself, Evan turns back to the camera. Evan Envi: So let’s just do ourselves a favor and dismiss that whole thing from two weeks ago. Alright? She came out here and got me all flustered, but we’re past that now. Now it’s time to find an opponent that’s actually-- "Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?" The beat of "Can you feel it?" kicks in, and the crowd bursts into cheers, knowing who is about to arrive. Evan moves a hand over his face, rubbing at his eyes with a groan. The funky beat quickly spreads through the arena, and the crowd begins stomping and clapping along as the song begins. The lights in the arena dim, with pink and gold spotlights swirling around the arena.
"If you look around
The whole world is coming together now...baby..."Kris Cruise: Looks like Fujiko isn’t going to take this lying down, so to speak! Stephy Auger: This is awful. She has already been told she’s not getting a championship match! Kris Cruise: Stop it, Stephy. If there is anyone that deserves a championship opportunity, it’s Fujiko! "Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?!" Fujiko appears at the top of the ramp...holding a microphone underneath her chin. She grins widely as she stands there. Evan blinks a few times, leaning against the ropes, running a hand down his face slowly, looking at Fujiko with a blank look that soon fades to one of frustration. Evan Envi: Aauuhh--oh. Hey, boo. I was just talking about you. Evan clears his throat. Evan Envi: We uh-- actually, uh-- we actually don’t need you out here for this part. We’re good. Fujiko Mine: Boo? Please. She flicks her hand away. Fujiko Mine: I just had to come out here, as you were pontificating about your noble crusade back to the FGA championship. You know, the one that included this… She motions up towards the FGAtron. Fujiko Mine: Or this… She motions up again. She smirks again. Fujiko Mine: And now you stand in front of us, as if you have saved the FGA World championship from the hands of Jimmy Page and KOL, two wrestlers who, if I would have challenged them, they wouldn’t have made excuses. Especially Jimmy. She shakes her head. Fujiko Mine: Oh, oh Evan...you were hoping that last Vertigo was the end of all of this. You’re out here complaining that I ‘ruined’ your celebration, but I actually did something far more beautiful. She can’t contain her smile. Fujiko Mine: I set in motion the events in which will bring me to where I need to be… The crowd buzzes louder. Evan looks toward Natalie McKinley, mouthing “what is she talking about?” though the question simply earns a shrug from McKinley. Fujiko Mine: Our general manager, Jenevieve Geroux, told me earlier today that at Revelations...your first challenger for the FGA World championship… The crowd catches on, cheering wildly. Evan narrows his eyes. Fujiko takes it slowly, savoring the moment. Fujiko Mine: ...is the Apex Goddess, Fujiko Mine… Kris Cruise: Fujiko is getting her shot! Evan versus Fujiko for the world championship! Stephy Auger: No! She’s lying! This is a farce! The crowd pops loudly! Evan’s eyes fall closed and he takes a long, deep breath as the camera pans in on his face, cheeks steadily growing red. Chants of “YES!” surge throughout the arena as Envi slowly turns away, muttering to himself, pacing back and forth. Fujiko Mine: ...and please believe, Evan. I am going to take you beyond your limits and-- There is a loud crash as Fujiko drops to the ramp. The crowd boos heavily. Stephy Auger: Yes! Thank you Ricky! Both Evan and Nat look on in shock as Ricky stands where Fujiko was, a chair in his hands. He grins wickedly at Evan, sticking his thumb up at the FGA World champion. Fujiko grimaces as she is laid out on the ramp. Ricky ignores the boos from the crowd as he stands over the Apex Goddess’ fallen form. Kris Cruise: What the hell?! A close shot reveals the look of pure bewilderment on the Chief’s face-- and we quickly pan out, showing Ricky still standing over the new number one contender, beaming, absolutely proud of himself as he raises Evan Envi’s signature Double V’s above his head. “YOU SUCK!”
“YOU SUCK!”
“YOU SUCK!”
“YOU SUCK!” Natalie McKinley pushes past Evan and ducks out of the ring, making strides up the ramp while Envi continues to stand in the center of the ring, eyes narrowed toward Ricky, but a largely indistinguishable look on his face. Kris Cruise: I don’t think this was in the plans. Ricky Valero was largely conspicuous by his absence and after last week, I assumed the two had a bit of a falling out but-- Stephy Auger: But you thought wrong! Clearly they’re on the same page! Kris Cruise: Then why does Evan look so confused? Stephy Auger: That’s just the Chief’s face! Kris Cruise: … Valero casually pivots, making his way to the side of the ramp, hopping off and making a beeline for the back while McKinley stops a few feet short of the fallen Fujiko. Evan remains stood in the center of the ring, a thoughtful, pondering expression on his face as he surveys the damage from afar. Slowly, our scene fades to black. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 18, 2019 22:07:45 GMT -5
Jessie Pederson: Please welcome my guest at this Susan Kent.
Susan Kent: Hello, Jessie, and hello everyone in Atlanta.
Jessie Pederson: First off welcome back to in-ring competition, you a Delikado looked really great in your tag team match.
Susan Kent: Thanks, once my shoulder healed Dana had me in the ring training. I was a bit rusty starting off but as the match moved along I found my rhythm.
Jessie Pederson: Tonight you face Terrence Tillman and Ragner in a triple threat match.
Susan Kent: Yeah Terrence I wrestled early in my career, but a much better wrestler now than I was then and Ragnar he’s one big guy, but so was Hercules Cortez and I was able to beat him, so I feel confident in myself tonight, Susan Kent is back Jessie, so strap yourself in and enjoy the ride.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 18, 2019 22:33:36 GMT -5
Sitting within the sanctuary that is her dressing room, with a glass of pinot noir delicately balanced between her index and ring fingers as she focuses her mind on the task of destroying Fujiko Mine mentally and physically later this evening, Erin Mariani is enjoying this moment of quiet contemplation and imagined violence
Yet as much as she wishes this moment could last until she has the pleasure of hearing Fujiko scream, she finds it shattered by a dull thump emanating from the other side of the locker room door, an interruption which sees her eyes snap open and immediately narrow into something more predatory, a look that doesn’t change as a second dull thump against the door gives Mariani reason to slide off of her sofa and approach the door, all but ignoring yet another dull thump as she reaches for the door with one hand while preparing to introduce the wine glass – not the contents, the goblet itself - to the face of whoever is on the other side of the door with the other
Flinging the door wide, Mariani looks prepared to strike – only to pause at the last milisecond
Erin Mariani: What on earth are you doing?
As the air temperature around Mariani drops considerably with the chill in her voice, we reveal the source of the interruption: Sara Mason, with her fists bound in what appears to be strips torn off of the t-shirt she’s wearing, has been getting a little striking practice against the nearest hard surface
Sara Mason: Preparing.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Mariani raises the glass to her lips, although the look in her eyes that is aimed directly at her partner indicates she is hardly in a forgiving mood
Erin Mariani: I thought we had agreed that, if you were feeling the need to bloody your hands before a match, there are better places to do so than against the door of our own locker room. For example, the locker rooms of our opponents for tonight, the ones who claim they are united yet they only ever seem to stand next to one another when they feel it wise to belittle us.
Sara Mason: I did consider that, but I decided that rather than drill into Fujiko’s head by giving her a taste of what’s coming her way this evening, the best preparation is to know that I can punch something solid and not flinch, yet she wouldn’t have a clue.
A beat
Erin Mariani: Have you forgotten that I am the one who will be educating her that she cannot make a single cute quip when every fibre of her being is telling her she is in agony?
The expression upon Mason’s face drops and her face darkens at the news that she won’t be the one to face Fujiko this evening, yet Mason’s response is to stand silently for a moment as she processes the information and the anger can almost visible be seen coursing through her body – at which point she lashes out by kicking the locker room door so hard the sound echoes through the corridor like a shotgun blast, at which point she purposefully marches inside the locker room with the sort of body language usually seen by a bear as it’s about to charge at the victim of an impending mauling
Giving her partner a few seconds head start, Mariani looks down the hallway to see a couple of teamsters emerge to see what the hell the commotion is about and she gives them the sort of look that implies it would be wise for them to turn around and leave if they have any intention of being able to leave the arena in as few pieces as possible, and having given them the hint she turns back into the locker room and closes the door behind her to see Mason teasing the flames of the batch of candles on the table with her fingers
Erin Mariani: I do hope that you are not disappointed that you’ll have to wait a little longer to work out your issues with Miss Mine, or to create some issues between Miss Mine and being able to look at herself in the mirror without recoiling at what she sees.
Mason doesn’t respond for a few seconds, continuing to literally play with fire until she gets bored, at which point she flicks her head in Mariani’s direction and speaks with a cold, raspy voice coming from some dark void deep within her
Sara Mason: Don’t you worry about a thing, I’ll gladly show that arrogant husk that used to be Izzy Anders how she’s hiding behind a reputation she’s long since lost, becoming little more than a shadow of what she claims to be.
Mason flashes one hell of an evil grin at Mariani, although the worst thing is Mariani responds with one hell of a sinister smirk knowing full well where this is going
Sara Mason: We’ll see how cocky Fujiko feels when she sees me tear apart her so-called partner. That moment will be sweeter than when I finally get to punch that condescending look off her face and leave her desperately hoping she didn’t swallow too many of her teeth.
Letting out a dark chuckle of her own, Mariani likes where this is going so decides to offer Mason the bottle of wine, which Mason gratefully takes from her hand and glugs from the bottle before wiping the excess from her lower lip with the rag that she was punching the door with a couple of minutes ago, and when she does her voice has returned to her more regular tone of voice
Sara Mason: Izzy, though, now that’s the sort of challenge I want. She’s waltzing around with an air of superiority, lying to herself when she claims to be the Izzy Anders of old and lying to everyone else when she claims their partnership is based on anything other than convenience that will become inconvenient when they taste failure and blame one another. I want to see what she can bring, or if she’s even capable of bringing it, but most of all I want to see the moment she has to acknowledge that what used to work against weak individuals like that Karma creature won’t work against me, work against us, and all she has is the hope she can withstand what I throw back at her long enough that she doesn’t get humiliated. How about you, E?
Erin Mariani: What do I have in mind? Hmmm…
Taking a sip from her wine glass, Mariani has a conspiratorial look in her eye as she knows full well that Mason has an idea what she’s planning – and she also knows full well that Mason’s looking forward to hearing it
Erin Mariani: I think that it is time that Miss Mine had that arrogance stripped from her, one piece at a time, and I fully intend to take as long as possible tearing off each individual strip so she can feel it being torn away from her. If she wants to pose to the crowd to gain the approval she is so desperate to feel, I tear away a strip. If she so much as thinks of saying or looking me in a manner where she attempts to tell herself she is superior to me, I will dig my fingers in deep to make sure that I tear away more than just a strip of arrogance. And for the way she has acted towards us in recent weeks, I will take every one of those strips and force them into her mouth until she chokes, with me looking her in the eye for every last second before she succumbs to remind her that I did this because I can, and the only thing she could have done was to keep her mouth shut when she had the chance.
Mariani pauses for a fraction of a second to let an expression of pure bliss cross her face as she pictures the scene in her mind, but it very quickly snaps back to the expression of a predator toying with its trapped prey knowing it can take as much time as it wants before delivering the coup de grace – and Mason is listening very intently not just to every word, but even the pauses between syllables as Mariani paints the picture of Fujiko’s impending desecration
Erin Mariani: However, in spite of her arrogance being torn from her, I shall leave her intact. Where’s the fun in letting you destroy her when we defeat them for the prize that they covet if she’s already wounded? No, we won’t leave them excuses, we shall only leave them pain.
Without thinking Mariani picks a stick of incense from the nearby burner, holding it near her face and inhaling the heady aroma as she returns to savouring the thought of the violence and destruction that she has planned for this evening, while Mason snickers to herself knowing full well what Mariani is planning.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 18, 2019 22:35:48 GMT -5
• TRIPLE THREAT MATCH •Ragnar vs. Susan Kent vs. Terrence TillmanJ.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match and is scheduled for ONE fall! A gas mask jumpscare flashes across the screen killing the lights in the arena, as "Carrion Flowers" starts to play throughout the PA System. A strobe light spot light follows Gunner and a masked Ragnar to the beat of the synth opening, with white light flickering out in turn with the beat. Slowly, they make their way towards each other from the opposite ends of the stage, meeting in the middle, where Tristan Ambrose, Tyler Kingsley and Alexander Cappotelli are standing in the middle, The Resistance in full force stand center stage as a faint red flickering light replaces the white. They all start to make their way to the ring, Tristan leading the charge. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing in 402 pounds, representing The Resistance, RAGNAR! As they reach the ringside area, Ragnar hands his mask over to Tristan as he, Gunnar, Tyler and Alexander stand where they are. Ragnar heads up to apron, slowly entering the ring as the rest of The Resistance head backstage again. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds…’TERRIFIC’ TERRENCE TILLMAN! “Forever” hits and out comes Terrific Terry Tillman sporting a windbreaker jacket and shades. Tillman stops at the top of the ramp way and looks out over the fans before shaking his head in disgust. He walks down to the ring but stops half way there. He looks at the fans booing him, smiles and begins to hop up and down shaking his arms and hands loose. Suddenly Triple T sprints the rest of the way to the ring sliding under the bottom rope. Triple T jumps up on the nearest corner and again looks out over the crowd before pointing at them. He then points to himself with one hand, the ring with the other shouting "Greatness has arrived!" Soaking in the jeers form the fans Triple T raises his fist in the air with an arrogant smile. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, hailing from Wichita, Kansas…SUSAN KENT! "All Grown Up" by Jackie-O begins to play throughout the arena as Susan Kent appears at the top of the aisle. She makes her way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as she goes, before rolling in under the bottom rope. Kris Cruise: We’re set to get this show underway with triple threat action here. Stephy Auger: The first of two triple threat matches tonight. The bell sounds to start the match as the three competitors stand in their respective corners; Susan Kent looks towards Terrence Tillman, before both of them look towards the imposing 6’11”, 402 pound frame of Ragnar standing in the opposite corner. A quick nod to one another, and Susan and Terrence rush the big man! Kris Cruise: Looks like Susan and Terrence had the same idea here. Stephy Auger: Maybe they’re not as dumb as they look. I think Ragnar might weigh more than them both combined, they’re going to have to do something special to take this beast down. The punches start flying, but Ragnar doesn’t seem to feel the effect of them. After a few seconds the Dane drops Susan Kent with a headbutt before turning to Terrence Tillman. He blocks a right hand and counters with an overhand chop to the chest, and down goes Tillman! He quickly scrambles to get back up as Ragnar lurches towards him; Terry fires off yet more shots to the chest before Ragnar lunges at him with a clothesline. But Terry ducks under the arm and turns around ready to counter – only to be taken off his feet with a big boot! Tillman rolls out of the ring as Ragnar turns back towards the dazed Susan Kent, who’s picking herself up by the ropes. The fans booing as Ragnar approaches her from behind. He turns her around and chops the chest not once, not twice, but three times as Kent flails around in pain, before she’s sent across the ring with an Irish whip. Kris Cruise: Ragnar in full control early on here, but with two opponents he’ll have to have eyes on the back of his head. Susan bounces off the ropes and towards Ragnar, who brings her crashing down to the mat with a sidewalk slam. And the early cover by Ragnar. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Triple T dives into the ring with an axhandle smash to break up the cover. But Ragnar doesn’t seem to appreciate that. The big man manages to stand back up despite the punches Terrence is throwing; he switches tact as Ragnar reaches a vertical base though, throwing some stiff kicks to the legs to try and weaken the big man’s base. He’s still standing though as Terrence hits a dropkick. So Susan, who’s gotten up from the sidewalk slam now, joins him in hitting a double dropkick that sends Ragnar stumbling backwards. And a second double dropkick send him out through the middle ropes! Stephy Auger: They figured out that team work might be the way for– But Stephy’s cut off as Terrence is caught from behind by an O’Connor roll, and Susan tries for the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Terrence kicks out in the nick of time, and both competitors scramble to get back to their feet. Tillman lashes out with a spinning heel kick, but Susan ducks underneath and dives around the back for an inverted headlock backbreaker, which is soon followed up by a standing moonsault as she goes for another pin attempt. ONE! . . TWO! But Terrence gets the shoulder up again. Kent brings him back to his feet by his head and Irish whips Terry towards the corner. She charges in with a running European uppercut. And another one. And a third one connects before Terrence staggers out of the corner, towards the center of the ring. Susan steps out onto the apron and begins to climb, heading up towards the top turnbuckle. But she’s taken too long. Tillman jumps onto the middle rope to springboard up, catching Susan with a kick to the head! Kris Cruise: What athleticism there from Terry Tillman! Stephy Auger: He absolutely clocked her there, Cruise. Susan slumps over but manages to lessen her fall to the apron before she rolls to the floor, and Terry turns his attention back towards Ragnar on the far side of the ring. Setting off against the far ropes for momentum, Tillman returns with a suicide dive that takes out the big man on the outside! The fans in attendance cheer as Tillman stands back up and poses on the apron. Ragnar pushes himself back up off the guard rails as Tillman moonsaults off the apron, catching Ragnar with a DDTripleT to the outside! Kris Cruise: This one is all Terrence Tillman right now, Stephy! But there’s no pinfalls on the outside. So Terrence somehow needs to lug this near seven foot behemoth back into the ring. Which he tries to do, albeit unsuccessfully. Fortunately, Ragnar manages to stand back up on his own accord as Terrence climbs back up onto the apron. He takes a running start and leaps off, looking for the tornado DDT – NO! Ragnar catches him in mid air, and slams Terrence back first across the apron! The action returns to the ring moments later as Terrence gets rolled in, and Ragnar follows him in by stepping over the top rope. Tillman tries to pick himself up, but he’s tagged by a chop to the chest. And another. Ragnar backs his opponent against the rope and follows up with an Irish whip, before Tillman finds himself on the receiving end of a flapjack! Ragnar rolls his opponent over and covers with a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Stephy Auger: What’s she doing now? Susan Kent possibly saving the day as she dives in with a dropkick to the side of the head! It’s enough to stagger Ragnar as he rolls off Terry, and tries to push himself back to a vertical base. But Susan meets him halfway with a running dropkick to the side of the head again, followed up with a running bulldog…or she would’ve if Ragnar didn’t catch her. Kent finds herself in no man’s land all of sudden, before Ragnar brings her down to the mat with a back suplex! Kris Cruise: Well that one didn’t quite go to plan! Stephy Auger: They’ve gone into business for themselves here, Cruise. And against a man like Ragnar that is a terrible idea! Ragnar stands over Susan, ready to reach down and grab her by the hair – when he’s caught by a chopblock! He stays standing, but stumbles backwards as Terrence, feeling that second wind, hurries to his feet and throws more kicks to the legs of the great Dane. The crowd cheering him on as Tillman unleashes a flurry of martial arts style kicks, ending with a spinning heel kick to the chest! Followed up by a Susan Kent spinning heel kick! Ragnar staggers back towards the corner as Tillman charges in with a corner splash! Kent performs one of her own a moment later and Ragnar stumbles out of the corner. Susan heads up top again, waiting for Ragnar to turn around before she leaps off with a moonsault that takes the big man down! And the pin attempt! ONE! . . NO! Tillman drags her off by the leg, and Susan Kent stands back up furious. Terry tells her that isn’t happening, but Susan turns away to try and make the cover again – NO! Tillman grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around. A hard right hand nails her in the face, but Susan fires right back! The two go back and forth for a moment, but it’s Terry who gains the upper hand as he goes for an Irish whip. A back elbow catches Susan upon her return, and she’s quickly doubled over by a boot to the gut as Terrence measures her up for the Terrific Kick – NO! Stephy Auger: Nobody home! The scissor kick misses, and Terry turns around to get doubled over by a toe kick to the midsection, before Susan hits him with a sitout facebuster! But she can’t make the cover this time. Not as Ragnar rises behind her. He throws Susan into the corner and squashes her with an avalanche attack! Kent buckles, but Ragnar keeps her upright before hoisting her up onto his shoulder for a running powerslam! All four hundred pounds crashing down on top of Susan Kent, and she rolls out of the ring as quick as she can after that one! The hulking Ragnar stands back up in the ring. He turns his attention back to Terrence Tillman though, who leaps off the top rope with a crossbody block! NO! Ragnar catches him in mid air once again, and this time counters with the Ticket to Valhalla (Wrath of the Gods)! Kris Cruise: That has to be it, Stephy! Stephy Auger: There’s no way Terrence Tillman is kicking out of that one. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, RAGNAR! “Carrion Flowers” starts up again as Ragnar stands back up. He raises his fist, and the crowd rains down more boos on the man as the rest of The Resistance reappear at the top of the aisle. They all raises their fists too in a moment of solidarity. Kris Cruise: That could be an important win for Ragnar and The Resistance here, Stephy. All three teams are vying for dominance here on Vertigo. Stephy Auger: And with a monster like Ragnar I think The Resistance might have the edge, Cruise. But we’ve got Gunnar, Delikado, and Vince Steel in action later tonight, so we’ll see if The Resistance can make it 2-0! |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:50:38 GMT -5
We see a green curtain in the back with only one man sitting on a stool. And there sitting in said stool is the Pride Champion, Seth Iser, and he’s dressed in a variation of his wrestling attire that’s black and blue with a hooded jacket adorning the WVU logo on the front. And the championship is over his shoulder so everyone can get a really good view as to who is the current champion and as usual with him, there is a scowl on his face. But not a normal one, his eyes tell the story that there’s more malice in him than usual. Seth Iser: The last time I sat on this stool I professed about how I was fighting for my worth in the company and the damned industry because every match is a proving ground. And finally I’ve won myself gold to close out 2018, this Pride championship and yes I take great pride in being that champion...I don’t feel like I’ve been treated with the respect that this position should have yet alone the respect someone with my experience should get. Just the only difference is more people are wanting to stick a camera in front of my face now compared to last year considering what I’ve won because now everyone wants to hear more of what I have to say. Already there is that lock of hair that drips down from his head over his face and that tends to happen when he is agitated about something. Seth Iser: The story that is often run for me still is Seth shouldn’t hold the title, yeah I hear the people shouting that because they’re fools, but it really should be ‘Oh my God Seth Iser at age thirty-eight is wrestling like a man in his late twenties and perhaps is as great as he’s ever been in his illustrious career!’ but no...the disrespect is real. And it isn’t just when something like that happens. It’s when people violate the damn code of the sport and well...people defend the violation all because they don’t like the people who were assaulted or effected by it. I promised I wouldn’t swear as much but you, me, and everyone who has ever cut their teeth in wrestling knows that is bull*bleep*!A little more malice as he literally spits out the profanity and has a sneer etched on his face with the title still resting over his right shoulder and his left hand slowly starting to ball into a fist even if his movements aren’t at their best, still feeling a particular encounter where he won said championship. Seth Iser: But alas here I am the man who people like Tyler and Stryker are fighting over to earn the RIGHT to face me and I’m interested in how all that turns out because I do have a score to settle and because Izzy was unprofessional in a sport called professional wrestling and didn’t kick someone’s ass LEGALLY in the middle of the ring...I find myself without a challenger this month right now. Everyone targeting you but nobody proving themselves worthy enough yet to try to match minds with Wrestling’s Greatest Mind. People have to earn the right like I did. It’s part of the traditions of the sport and part of why something like this championship is so sought after at the end of the day. And so this former Deity of Destruction so to speak awaits on his throne looking for that next challenger...maybe they give Piper Lennon her opportunity if she’s done weirding out Marlon. Maybe someone has to do double duty to earn the right to face me on Revelations. Seth then pauses for a moment contemplative. Seth Iser: Hell maybe Nando Fresno, the damn ‘Alien Hunter’ ends up catching the biggest prey of his damn life, wrestles the match of his life and even pins me for the count to earn himself an opportunity and succeed where the suddenly brooding and silent Ricky Valero failed and give himself the match of a lifetime with pay per view payday and the prestige of a championship match with a great like yours truly. As slim as that possibility is he almost surprised the leader of the Resistance early on in that match and I’m well aware of it. And then he just glares at the camera tapping the title over his shoulder. Seth Iser: But you haven’t seen anything like me in your life, boy. You can pride yourself as a hunter of sorts but nobody’s been quite the big game hunter over a long career like yours truly. Ask Izzy, ask Owen Gonsalves. Ask anybody really that’s had the unfortunate designation of crossing me and they’ll tell you I play for keeps. Especially in a game when something like THIS is the prize. And with that he shoves the Pride title toward the camera so everyone can take a great look at it. Seth Iser: Take a good long look at it kid. You have your fifteen minutes of fame to see what you can do with it! But you aren’t grabbing this prize! This says I’m the King of the Jungle! This says I’m the greatest wrestling mind in the industry! And guess what? It’s MINE! ALL MINE! And with what has happened and the disrespect I’ve been given by many people in this industry I’m fixing to take your damn arm home with me and eat your dreams of becoming champion in one fell swoop! Do you understand? Do all of you understand!? I’m the Great One! The Pride Champion! The man they called The Deity of Destruction! Wrestling’s GREATEST Mind. And it’s going to take a great wrestler, and a great human being to pry this from my cold, dead hands… Seth Iser then has a smirk creep onto his face, a mixture of that sinister nature that he could have as well as his own arrogance as he stands up and kicks the stool aside and it bounces off the wall as he puts the championship back over his shoulder and taps on the centerpiece twice. Seth Iser: And THIS...is the proof of it. With where I’m at...with this as the stakes...there isn’t a wrestler alive right now...not Karma, not Piper, not Izzy, not Fujiko, not Tyler or Stryker...not anyone that can best me with where I’m at. And everyone...and I do mean everyone, has to fight for the honor to try to prove me wrong. Just...nobody will. Not for a long time...and that will be something I take the greatest Pride in. Pride in being the great hunter and the greatest mind this division and the damn industry has ever seen… With that you can see him breathing a little heavily as he’s getting animated but he looks agitated, driven, angry, and scarily focused as we fade to black. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:51:11 GMT -5
We go backstage in the State Farm Arena in Atlanta, Georgia; where a virtually unfamiliar set of faces for the FGA faithful are seen. We’re talking about Dante Difranco and his client, the smashmouth wrestler, Zack “The Dragon” Gall. The italian manager draped in a tailor made black suit, his client in a tracksuit; both looking attentively at a monitor in the hallway as they make their way towards a balcony where they can oversee the crew setting everything up before Delikado, Gunnar and Vince Steel make their way in for their match. The sight of Gall and Difranco on the big screen is enough to elicit a response from the crowd, seeing how they are mere inches away from the nearest fan in the stands. Difranco turns around, looking at the fans and then back towards the camera as he smirks and beings speaking.
Dante Difranco: Revelations is just around the corner, and many of Vertigo’s wrestlers are ready to face their realities. We’ve been told that we arrived a little late to the party; I like to see it from another perspective. My client and I arrived just in time; just in time to see what the Vertigo roster is made of; just in time to see the renovation of this brand; just in time to see if what we’ve seen on the internet, over the past few weeks, has any semblance of truth or not.
Difranco taps over his left wrist as he stares a hole into the camera.
Dante Difranco: Unlike others, we are in a enviable position. We can pick and choose where we want to strike. We’re in the driver’s seat. We do not have a destination, we simply flow. Tonight is one of those flowing instances. We could be down there…
Difranco points at the ring in his back, without turning away from the camera as he continues talking.
Dante Difranco: - Kicking ass and taking names; but, instead, we’re up here analyzing, studying… seeing what every other performer on the green brand has to offer. Because, as you can see, we’re not mere performers ourselves, we’re also fans of the craft. We know what veterans like Delikado, Terence Tillman, Johnny Karma, Brian Stryker, Seth Iser and Dom Harter can do inside that ring; we know what upstarts like Susan Kent, Marlon Cure, Piper Lennon and Nando Fresno bring to the table; we know what Izzy Anders and Fujiko Mine are capable of. We’re not oblivious to the reality we’re getting ourselves into.
Gall moved just close enough to his manager, for him to put his left hand over Gall’s right shoulder. With an ominous smirk on his face, Difranco finishes his message up.
Dante Difranco: Now, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?
A slight pause followed the question before Difranco ushered the now trademark catchphrase of his client.
Dante Difranco: Beware the D..B..K!
The duo then turned their back on the camera and leaned on the rail to watch the action back in the ring.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:53:01 GMT -5
• SINGLES MATCH •
Delikado vs. Gunnar vs. Vince Steel “Never Scared” by Bone Crusher sounds and out from the entrance comes Vince Steel. Steel’s sleeveless hoodie is covering his head and face as he looks down marching to the ring. Once he arrived to the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope and then immediately climbs to the second turnbuckle. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a Triple Threat Match! Introducing first, hailing from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 290 pounds… VINCE STEEL! Looking out over the crowd he unzips his hoodie, uncovers his head and does a double bicep pose before flexing both arms down in front of him with a look of intensity on his face. Finally he jumps down and paces back and forth in the corner awaiting the start of the match. A gas mask jumpscare flashes across the screen killing the lights in the arena, as "Carrion Flowers" starts to play throughout the PA System. A strobe light spot light follows Gunner and a masked Ragnar to the beat of the synth opening, with white light flickering out in turn with the beat. Slowly, they make their way towards each other from the opposite ends of the stage, meeting in the middle, where Tristan Ambrose, Tyler Kingsley and Alexander Cappotelli are standing in the middle, The Resistance in full force stand center stage as a faint red flickering light replaces the white. They all start to make their way to the ring, Tristan leading the charge. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing his opponents! First, hailing from Copenhagen, Denmark! Weighing in at 225 pounds… GUNNAR! As they reach the ringside area, Tristan, Ragnar, Tyler and Alexander stand where they are, as Gunnar heads up to apron, slowly entering the ring. “Rock You Like A Hurricane” echoes throughout the arena. All eyes turn to the entrance, where an utterly catatonic Delikado is rolled out in a wheelchair by his managers/caretakers Sofia Monzón and Ewan Jakeway. Though he’s cheered by fans, many look upon the greyed, motionless Cuban in equal bewilderment as he is rolled down to ringside wrapped in a comfy Cuban flag blanket by an equally emotionless Sofia and Jakeway. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent! Hailing from Pinar del Rio, Cuba! Weighing in at 169 pounds… DELIKADO! As they approach the ring, Sofia stops the wheelchair, takes a deep inhale, and exhales as she nods to Jakeway. Together Delikado’s caretakers promptly and unceremoniously hoist the wheelchair up, still carrying their practical corpse client, and dump him through the ropes into the ring, well, like trash. Flopping not unlike a fish before coming to a stop, Delikado lays face down for several moments… … …. ….RIP? No! Life becomes apparent! It’s as if he’s seemingly activated by the “magic” of the squared circle. It starts with a finger twitch or two, maybe a leg spasm or old man fart, but finally the centenarian-looking Mister Cuban springs to life and rises to his feet with the nimbleness of a cat. The crowd cheers as Delikado stretches out his joints and prepares to do battle, all with a cocky smile across his wrinkly face. Kris Cruise: Alright, Stephy! Our second Triple Threat Match of the night is about to get underway! We saw the big man Ragnar earn the victory in our opener. Can Gunnar make it two-for-two for The Resistance? Stephy Auger: I think so! Vince Steel is the biggest threat to him in this match. He’s bigger. He’s stronger. But he’s slower, Cruise. He’s not as coordinated with his strikes as Gunnar is. If he can get Steel off his feet and keep him down, I think he comes away with this! Kris Cruise: What about Delikado!? Stephy Auger: Pfft, what about him!? Kris Cruise: You aren’t just going to push aside The Cuban Warrior, are you? The man is undefeated since making his debut here in FGA! Stephy Auger: Are you kidding me? Look at Delikado... Kris Cruise: Okay... Stephy Auger: Then look at Gunnar and Vince Steel… Kris Cruise: Okay... Stephy Auger: Now look back to Delikado. I rest my case! Kris Cruise: Stephy, don’t you know it’s not about the size of the dog in the fight, it’s about the size of the fight in the dog? Stephy Auger: Oh really? Old Yeller is about to be put out to pasture, Cruise. If not tonight, then definitely at Revelations! I wonder if Delikado has made Susan Kent his sole beneficiary? The bell sounds as Delikado, Gunnar and Steel begin to circle the ring. All three grapplers keep their head on a swivel. Delikado is the first to strike as he rushes over and knocks Gunnar back with a running dropkick! He then greets Steel with a running dropkick. The cheers continue when Delikado delivers another running dropkick to Gunnar, then another running dropkick to Steel! While his two larger opponents are rocked, Delikado turns and heads into the far ropes. When The Cuban Warrior returns, the crowd boos when he gets flattened with a double shoulder block from Steel and Gunnar! Stephy Auger: Just like that, Delikado has been neutralized! I told you he didn’t stand a chance here tonight. While Delikado is sprawled out on the mat, Steel and Gunnar turn their attention to each other before throwing out wild rights and lefts! The fists continue to fly until Gunnar doubles him over with a knee strike to the midsection. The crowd begins to boo as Gunnar moves Steel into the corner. After placing Steel in a clinch, Gunnar delivers alternating knees to the face. He then takes Steel by the wrist before sending him into the far corner with an irish whip. Gunnar runs across the ring and throws out a jumping knee. At the last second, Steel slips out of the way, which gets the crowd cheering after Gunnar crashes into the corner! Kris Cruise: Gunnar missed! What happened, Stephy? I thought you said Steel was slower? Stephy Auger: Don’t gloat, Cruise! While Gunnar stumbles back, Steel takes control of his back before heaving him over his head with a release German Suplex! Steel lumbers over, pulls Gunnar back up and hurls him across the ring with another release German Suplex! Steel then runs over and connects with a clothesline, sending Gunnar over the top rope and to the floor! Back inside, Steel yanks up Delikado before giving him a release German! Another release German Suplex sends Delikado flying across the ring! Steel slowly pulls Deli up from off the mat before sending him into the far ropes. When Deli returns, Steel throws him to the outside with a back body drop over the top rope. But instead of crashing to the floor, Deli lands on Gunnar before quickly bringing him down with a hurricanrana! Cheers and applause are heard from the Atlanta crowd! Kris Cruise: How about that, Stephy! It looked like Deli was about to crash hard to the floor, but he was able to turn the back body drop from Steel into a rana! Stephy Auger: Yeah, yeah, whatever... As Delikado climbs up onto the apron, he’s met with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Steel then goes to bring him back inside with a vertical suplex, but Deli’s able to slip down from behind and follows up with an O’Connor Roll! ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel kicks out, sending Delikado into the ropes. When Deli returns, Steel hooks him. He goes to lift him up for a Uranage when Deli nails him with an elbow to the side of the head on the way up. Once Deli is lowered back down, he stomps on the foot of Steel. After stomping Steel’s left foot, Deli turns and hits the ropes. When he comes back, he hits a running dropkick to Steel’s leg, knocking him down into the prone position. The cheers continue when Deli gets back to his feet before following up with a standing moonsault across the back! He struggles to push Steel over before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel shoves Deli off of him, sending The Cuban Warrior flying over the top rope and to the floor! Kris Cruise: Oh my! Once Deli gets up on the outside, he slowly turns and sees Gunnar staring him down. Gunnar then quickly hooks Deli before lifting him up and throwing him down with a Uranage! The crowd erupts with boos as Gunnar stands over the downed Delikado. Stephy Auger: I think Gunnar just broke that old fogey in half! Once Gunnar climbs up onto the apron, Steel goes for another shoulder thrust through the ropes. This time, he gets caught with a knee to the face. After Gunnar gets back inside, he pushes Steel up against the ropes before delivering rights and lefts to the body. He then takes Steel by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. But Steel reverses, sending Gunnar into the ropes. When Gunnar returns, he ducks a clothesline attempt from Steel. When Steel turns around, Gunnar doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Steel guards his gut, Gunnar hits the ropes. When he returns, he brings Steel down with a running neckbreaker! The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel kicks out. Gunnar makes another lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel kicks out. Gunnar slips over and mounts on top of Steel before raining down right hands to the face. The boos continue while Gunnar pulls Steel up into a seated position before delivering several soccer kicks to the back. After Steel arches his back, Gunnar drives down pointed elbow strikes to the neck and shoulders. He then pulls Steel down into a scissored necklock.!The ref gets down and asks Steel if he wants to give up. When Steel refuses, Gunnar cinches in the hold. He squeezes as tight as he can, which causes a groan to escape Steel. Steel reaches up and tries to unwrap Gunnar’s legs from around his neck, but it’s to no avail. Kris Cruise: Gunnar’s got his legs locked tightly around the neck of Vince Steel. Stephy Auger: Good! Choke him out! The capacity crowd here in Atlanta tries to rally behind Steel. Steel starts to take his arm and shake it in unison with the chants. He then slowly turns over into the prone position. After getting up onto his knees, Steel quickly gets one foot down on the mat. Gunnar looks around with concern once Steel gets back to his feet. Steel walks around with Gunnar on his shoulders before falling back and delivering an Electric Chair Slam! While Gunnar and Steel are down on their backs, the crowd gasps and cheers once Delikado can be seen pulling himself up onto the apron. The Cuban Warrior scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and crashes down across Steel with a Frog Splash! The ref drops down for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel pushes Delikado off of him. Delikado is lifted into the air… then falls right onto Gunnar with a lateral press! He instructs the ref to make the count! ONE! . . TWO! . . Gunnar gets his shoulder up. Delikado picks up Gunnar and whips him into the corner. He then pulls up Steel by his ponytail and goes for an irish whip. Steel reverses, sending Deli over towards the corner. However, Deli uses the momentum to his advantage and nails Gunnar with a running headbutt! Steel then rushes over into the corner to go after Delikado. The Cuban Warrior counters with a drop toe hold, causes Steel to headbutt Gunnar below the belt! Kris Cruise: OOOOH! Delikado picks up Steel and sends him into the ropes. When Steel returns, Deli jumps up for a Frankensteiner. But Steel catches him in mid air and counters with a powerbomb! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Delikado gets his shoulder up. Steel picks up Delikado and sets him up for a German Suplex. On the way up, Deli counters with a back elbow to the face. After being lowered back down, Deli nails Steel with another back elbow to the face. Once the waist lock has been released, Deli follows up with a pelé kick! While Steel is stunned, Deli gets back to his feet and hits the ropes. When he returns, he jumps up and spikes Steel with a Frankensteiner! The cheers continue as Deli picks up Steel before rocking him with I’ve Got This [And So Does Everyone Else] (Superkick)! While Steel is still rocked, Deli heads out onto the apron before planting him with the Last Call to Cuba (Springboard 720 DDT)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when "Rock You Like A Hurricane (Comeblack 2011 version)" plays over the PA. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, DELIKADO! |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:53:29 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage after the triple threat match to where former FGA World Tag Team champion and one half of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Peaches, is walking through the halls of the State Farm Arena. Ready dressed in her attire ahead of the four way tag match headlining tonight’s show, Peaches’s attention is drawn by a voice behind her. Spencer Burke: Peaches, would it be possible to get a word with you? Peaches: Sure thing, Spence. She says as the interviewer catches up with her. Peaches smiles brightly at him, bringing a wry smile out of Spencer as he speaks again. Spencer Burke: You’ve got a big night ahead of you tonight; a four way tag team match against the Tenacious Wrecking Crew, Marlon Cure & Piper Lennon and, of course, two men you’ve had some run ins with in recent weeks, Tyler Kingsley & Tristan Ambrose. Peaches: All true, an’ I’m lookin’ forward to it, I really am. But you’re forgettin’ one important thing, Spence. Spencer Burke: Really? What’s that? Peaches: I’ve got me a former World champion in my corner tonight, an’ the man who might hate Dom Harter more than anyone else on the FGA roster righ-- Spencer Burke: Even more than Lowri Moss? He interrupts her, giving Peaches a moment to think about what she was saying. She wags her finger at Spencer as she continues. Peaches: ...more than almost anyone else on the FGA roster right now. An’ a man who’s fired up and ready to go in Johnny Karma. So I’ll tell you what, Spence, we all know Dom an’ Annie are a formidable team. Former HKW World Tag Team champions an’ all. We know Marlon Cure is one of the best junior heavyweights ‘round these parts, an’ maybe we’ll get to test that out before the Rey Del Aire. Piper’s proven herself more than once, an’ The Resistance ain’t exactly slouches out there. So I reckon we got our work cut out for us… Johnny Karma: ...but doing things the easy way gets pretty boring after a while. Spencer Burke turns on the spot to see Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum have arrived a little late to the party, but the point is they’ve arrived - and they’re here to make up for lost time Johnny Karma: As Peaches were saying, tonight does pose one heck of a challenge and assuming we’ll walk through it is more than a little narish, but that’s the point: we aren’t assuming anything, so if anyone in this match is basing their strategy on either of us slumming it...by all means, stick to that strategy, we’ll see how long you last before you tag out and hope one of the other teams didn’t make the same mistake. Letting out a relieved breath, Karma is apologetic Johnny Karma: Sorry to leave you high and dry there, Peaches, but you know how things get when things get...y’know, get. Especially when those things have Dom Harter’s fingerprints all over them. Peaches: I had a coupla run ins with him in 3GW, I know how he operates. But an’ me, Johnny, we ain’t the most experienced team here, but at least we’re on the same page. An’ we both wanna make sure Dom Harter ain’t leavin’ Atlanta with the win. Cherry Baum: Or reason to start a days-long Twitter exchange where he gloats. Karma gestures in Cherry’s direction to imply, yeah, that too Johnny Karma: I mean i know I’ve got Harter waiting for me sooner rather than later, because he doesn't take rejection well even though he really should take the hint about me saying that, no, I'd sooner retire than join The New Murder - but for tonight, this isn’t about drawing a line under me and him, tonight’s about grabbing him by the scruff of the neck, leading him towards that line, and giving him a sneak preview of his future. Pausing for a moment, Karma realises an error in what he’s saying Johnny Karma: ...and that’s the problem, my mind’s reverting back to Dom Harter as if Marlon & Piper and Tristan & Tyler don’t exist, which not only must be giving them some ammunition to remind me they exist, but means I’m overlooking two thirds of the opponents for tonight and, as Peaches says, while we’re not the most experienced that’s no reason to look past anyone in the match just because we want to send a few dozen messages to Dom and friends. There’s four teams in the match, each have a reason to believe they can win, so all four deserve respect - and, yes, that includes us, even though the others are likely assuming we’ve been thrown together for the sake of having a fourth team in this match. Peaches: Even if that’s true, we got a chance to keep Dom an’ Tristan in check, an’ we gotta take it. It ain’t matter to me what they’re thinkin’ ‘bout us an’ our chances, we’ve got a job to do an’ we’re gonna do it well. With that, Peaches and Johnny Karma share a fist bump before they walk away with Cherry in tow, leaving Spencer Burke behind as the show heads to commercial. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:55:08 GMT -5
Backstage not long after his match against Gunnar and Steel, Delikado sits with his managers looking a bit more exhausted from the bout. Sofia sighs as she looks him over.
Sofia Monzón: Well, you’ve done all you can do. Same with Susan. Now’s the time to look forward to the future, to Revelations, where the teams come together, and everything ends.
Ewan Jakeway: Or maybe it BEGINS. Glass half full!
Sofia can only chuckle in a half-dry, half-accepting manner at this recommendation.
Sofia Monzón: Okay, Ewan, okay.
The trio makes its way out of the locker-room and to the parking lot, where they find their friends and allies of Butter’s Cup assembled in an impressive grouping. The bulbous-headed head of the faction steps forward and turns to face everyone.
Butter: Listen up and listen well. This Cuban and his people got a message for all those who call themselves wrestling warriors. For a long time, we’ve judged as I’ve seen fit, but now I want you to judge for yourselves.
As Butter steps back, Sofia pushes Delikado forward. Instead of merely paraphrasing Delikado’s telepathic words like she usually does, the Spaniard seems to be quoting him word for word.
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Sofia Monzón: “We come from a business that employs the best and the worst, simple entertainment and elaborate legacy forging. Tonight, Delikado faced off with some of each “best/worst” choice, Vince Steel from The Fam, and Gunnar from The Resistance, and it was hopefully so he could win back his luxury wrestling theme park, the Parking Lotta Fun, an entertainment and a legacy all in one, but alas, Delikado is still a way’s off from that goal. Nonetheless, he has inched closer, thanks to people here among us. One you know and may have met earlier, my tag partner. In case you somehow missed out on that walking life-giver of a star, Delikado has seen Susan Kent as a further ligament in establishing that legacy, among other things, heheh, and that’s why he took her on as a tag partner. What he sees in her, he sees in all of you—only not as hot. But there are those who would see her squashed, see me squashed, see all of you squashed, and the Parking Lotta Fun “dialed down” to be a prison of tasteless boredom to all wrestling-loving peoples—they are The Resistance, both the wrestling Resistance of Frontier Grappling Arts as well as the royal Resistance cadet branch of Otto Sonsson. There’s also a behemoth tyrant of FGA foodstuffs who stirs them all against us, Frik Snackey.”
Sofia has to pause and wait until the angry clamoring settles down.
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Sofia Monzón: “Indeed, Delikado realizes all those names get somebody’s goat in this lot! Now, when he led your Cup Butter had always intended to build a faction that would one day storm the pro wrestling scene and take on all those people I just mentioned once they’d been tracked down. Well, Delikado has a treat for you all, because that plot-point not only still stands, but it starts NOW! Cept instead of a Butter, you follow a Deli!”
Excited cheers and some surprised “saaaaay whaaaaaat”’s follows this declaration. Sofia now holds up what looks like a Life Alert.
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Sofia Monzón: “This here is a new amendment to the lawbook of wrestling, something even Delikado the lawless one can abide by. Ya’ll should take it to heart, as it comes from an elder and therefore a knowledgeable one of the highest caliber! It looks like a Life Alert…because it IS a Life Alert! Let it alert your lives now with the words inscribed!
‘Wrestlers follow wrestlers from bell to bell,
They are a dutiful brand, any more they cannot swallow,
Yet who commands that bell, who beckons unleashed hell?
It’s the Cuban Warrior, fool, it’s Deli-freaking-kado!’
And that is me! I am Delikado, the Cuban and Old Man of the Parking Lotta Fun theme park by wrestling’s design and approval. I am reinforced in this style by my new and improved managers, Sofia Sertorius Monzón and Ewan Jakeway Jr. XXVII, victorious in their trials. FGA is only my latest home, perhaps my final home, and that is why I will not hold back. I will champion all things I’ve championed before, as well as new things! Help Delikado up, Sofia…” Oh…
Sofia nods to Jakeway and Butter, and they all pull Delikado from his wheelchair and hold his limp, corpse-y body into the air. At that exact moment, an FGA banner happens to be fluttering in the background, and at just the right, contrived angle, Delikado appears to look like the flagpole holding the waving company banner as it moves in the night wind. Sofia speaks the Cuban’s mighty words even as he’s hoisted up for all to see.
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Sofia Monzón: “Delikado proudly considers you all part of his new team of avengers (age of Ultron hmmm?) Me, Susan Kent, this faction, we are going to defeat The Resistance at Revelations. We are going to defeat The Fam at Revelations. We are going to defeat FGA’s snack dictator Frik Snackey and any other creatures that crawl out of FGA’s illustrious woodwork. We are going to take back from all of them the park that is mine. Today, right <BEEP>ing now…on March 17th! Until then, we march onto Tampa, Florida! Any and everyone who would join Delikado, light up the cigars I smuggled into all your right pants pockets with the lighters I smuggled into your left pants pockets!"
Everyone reaches into their right pocket to find a cigar, then lights them up with the lighters they find in their left pockets. With a unified puff of the cigars, the parking lot air fills with smoke.
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Sofia Monzón: “Now put Delikado back in his chair and push! Push on! To the Amalie Arena! To Tampa! To Revelations! To The Fam! To The Resistance! TO GETTING ME OUT OF THIS GODDAMN OLD MAN COMATOSE BODY! DELIKADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Ewan and Butter place Delikado back into his Game of Thrones-inspired wheelchair and push him through the smoke in the direction of what we can probably assume is Florida. Sofia is swept along with the tree-dressed people and their wrestling weapons, everyone smoking and rampaging onward like a tornado. The Cuban’s wheelchair wheels squeak as per usual, but it almost seems like a mighty squeak of warning to all who might challenge this force of nature assembled and surging in the FGA Vertigo parking lot.
Crowd: DELIKADOOOOOOOOOOOO! DELIKADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DELIKADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 1:59:52 GMT -5
• NON-TITLE MATCH •
(c) Seth Iser vs. Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter The lights dim down as the music begins to play. Soon enough, Seth Iser slowly walks through the curtain with that familiar scowl on his face. He starts walking down to the ring...glare etched on his face and listening to the fans boo him. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Morgantown, West Virginia! Weighing in at 243 pounds! He is the reigning FGA Pride Champion… SETH ISER! A methodical, slow walk as he cracks his knuckles on the way down before pulling himself up onto the apron and enters the ring calmly before performing a crucifix pose at the center of the ring to revive the lights. He then goes to his corner and slinks to a seat just waiting for the bell to ring. Kris Cruise: The reigning Pride Champion is in action here tonight. But noticeably absent from ringside is Vincent Moretti! Stephy Auger: Well what do you expect when that psychopath Izzy Anders crippled him on the last episode of Vertigo? Mr. Moretti is a sweet, innocent man. He’s never interfered in a match in his life. He’s never hurt anybody. He’s got the utmost respect for every member of this roster. You never hear him saying a bad word about anyone. Then Izzy decides to toy with him before snapping his leg. He could have died, Crusie! This is all Izzy’s fault. And Tyler Storm’s too! J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, already in the ring! From Fresno, California… NANDO FRESNO: ALIEN HUNTER! The bell sounds when Iser makes a beeline to Fresno across the ring. The Alien Hunter runs backwards as he tries to keep his distance from the Pride Champion. Iser then tries to close the distance once Fresno accidentally backs himself into the corner. Kris Cruise: Fresno has quickly found himself between a rock and a hard place. Stephy Auger: Maybe one of his alien friends can beam him up. Fresno looks around with a slight panic as Iser closes in. When Fresno goes to his left, Iser cuts him off. When Fresno goes to his right, Iser cuts him off again. Realizing that he’s got no way out, Fresno rushes forward to throw out a punch at Iser. But Iser is there to cut him off with a hard right handed punch to the jaw, sending Fresno right to the mat! Kris Cruise: I don’t think going right after Iser was the correct strategy there, Stephy! Stephy Auger: It’s Nando Fresno. The man is a complete whackjob. Why would you expect him to do anything that ever made sense? Iser reaches down, pulls up Fresno, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After Fresno slumps down, Iser yanks him back up by his dreads before slamming him face-first back into the top turnbuckle. After turning Fresno around, the crowd boos as Iser delivers a series of hard knee strikes to the midsection. He then sizes Fresno up before unleashing a series of back elbow strikes to the head. The crowd groans when Iser fires off a stinging knife edge chop. A second knife edge chop from Iser echoes throughout the arena. Fresno then doubles him over after another hard knife edge chop to the chest. Iser reaches down, lifts up Fresno by his chin and then whips him hard into the far corner. Fresno arches his back upon impact before slumping down against the turnbuckles. While Fresno reaches up and slowly tries to pull himself up in the corner using the ropes, Iser comes barreling across the ring before delivering a European Uppercut that sends spittel flying out of Fresno’s mouth! He then grabs two handfuls of Fresno’s dreads before flinging him out of the corner and towards the center of the ring. Kris Cruise: Poor Nando Fresno. Seth Iser is taking out all of his frustrations out on the Alien Hunter here tonight! Stephy Auger: Hey, he could have easily backed out of this match if he knew what was good for him. Fresno tries to push himself up off the mat and then falls back down. Iser shows him no mercy as he marches over, reaches down and yanks him up by the back of his pants. He then grabs a hold of Fresno around the waist before hurling him across the ring with a release German Suplex! The boos continue as Iser marches over, yanks up Fresno and sends him flying back across the ring with another release German Suplex! Iser marches over, yanks up Fresno by the hair and then whips him hard into the corner. While Fresno groans in the corner, Iser comes barreling into the corner before nearly knocking the air out of him with a lariat! After wrapping his arms around Fresno’s waist, Iser launches him across the ring with a release belly to belly suplex! Stephy Auger: Looks Cruise, it’s an Unidentified Flying Object! Quick, tell Jillian Clay! After Fresno struggles to pull himself up, Iser rushes over and nails him with a Wrestling II Knee Lift, sending Fresno through the ropes and to the apron. He then reaches over the top rope, pulls up Fresno and brings him back inside with a vertical suplex. Instead of making the cover, Iser hits the ropes. When he returns, he delivers a knee drop. Iser keeps his brace-wrapped knee down on Fresno before grinding it across the Alien Hunter’s face! Kris Cruise: Oh come on Seth. Iser pulls up Fresno before running into the ropes. When Iser returns, the crowd boos when he knocks Fresno off his feet with a running big boot! Fresno is seen sprawled out on the mat. Stephy Auger: He’s out of it, Cruise! This is over. Oh, who am I kidding/ This was over before it even started! Iser slowly reaches down before grabbing Fresno by the hair and slowly pulling him back up to his feet. He then nails Fresno with three jabs. Iser goes to follow up with a discus clothesline when Fresno ducks. When Iser turns around, the crowd cheers when Fresno fires off Holyfield-esque jabs! Stephy Auger: What the heck!? Fresno hits Iser with rapid palm strikes and chops to the face and neck. After a roundhouse kick rocks Iser, Fresno turns and goes to hit the ropes. But Iser reaches forward, grabs him by the back of the tights and pulls him back into his grasps. He goes for another release German when Fresno counters with a back elbow to the face. He then runs into the far ropes. When Fresno returns, he knocks Iser back with a spinning heel kick. Kris Cruise: There you go, Nando! Fresno takes Iser and goes for an irish whip. But Iser reverses, sending him into the corner. Iser runs across the ring when Fresno hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and counters with a front kick to the face. The crowd cheers when Fresno drives him down with a diving tornado facebuster! Kris Cruise: Nando’s got Iser down! Stephy Auger: This isn’t happening! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! Iser tries to push himself up off the mat when Fresno hits the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when he knocks Iser down with the Bestrafen (Running knee drop to back of kneeling opponent’s head)! Kris Cruise: Nando’s mounting some offense on the champion! Stephy Auger: I cannot believe this! Fresno takes Iser and whips him into the ropes. Fresno then runs across the ring and jumps into the corner with a Stinger Splash. The cheers quickly turn to boos when Iser catches him in mid air and counters with a Stun Gun across the top turnbuckle! Stephy Auger: Thank God! Put this twerp away, please! He’s had his fun... While Fresno is dazed, Iser lifts up Fresno and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, he goes for a superplex. But Fresno blocks it. Iser tries to muscle him up for another superplex. But again, Fresno blocks it! Once Iser lets go, Fresno nails Iser with more rapid palm strikes and chops to the face and neck! He then knocks Iser down to the mat, causing Iser to smack the back of his head on the canvas. Kris Cruise: Nando’s got him right where he wants him! Do it, Nando! Make a name for yourself! Stephy Auger: Seth! SETH! PLEASE! The crowd is buzzing as Fresno stands up on the top turnbuckle. Iser tries to get up off the mat. But Fresno comes crashing down on top of him with a modified Flüsse Rand(Frog Splash)!!! Kris Cruise: HE’S GOT HIM! HE’S GOT HIM! Stephy Auger: Kick out! KICK OUT! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! KICKOUT! Stephy Auger: No! NO! NO! The crowd explodes with cheers when “Satellite” by The Kills hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… NANDO FRESNO!!! Iser sits up in complete shock. Fresno is also in shock once he gets his arm raised. Once the victory finally sets him, Fresno jumps around before heading to the outside. Kris Cruise: NANDO DID IT! HE DID IT! HE’S BEATEN SETH ISER! Fresno runs around ringside slapping hands with the fans along one side of the guardrail. He then runs down ringside before leaping into the crowd to celebrate with the fans. The fans surrounding Fresno are going nuts over the huge upset. Kris Cruise: NANDO FRESNO HAD BEATEN SETH ISER HERE TONIGHT AND THE PRIDE CHAMPION IS IRATE! Stephy Auger: GAH! Fresno continues to celebrate with the crowd while Iser is fuming while he stays seated in the ring... |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 4:23:11 GMT -5
With a small degree of calm falling upon the State Farm Arena prior to intermission, the fans in attendance prepare to make their all-important visits to the concessions stand or, if they happened to visit the concessions stand already, the bathroom so they can deposit as much of that half gallon of soda their bladders have been carrying around for the past twenty minutes That is until an all-too-familiar voice echoes through the arena… Mark Bisley: If I can have everybody’s attention for a moment, I have something I would like to get off my chest. The crowd let out a collective grumble as Mark Bisley steps out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp, with a microphone in hand, and clearly something on his chest that he would quite like to remove from himself Mark Bisley: If you were not aware, and to be honest if you’re not aware then you have no right to call yourself a fan of Frontier Grappling Arts… The grumbles turn to boos for obvious reasons, while Bisley walks down the ramp as he continues his monologue Mark Bisley: …but for those who need the gaps in their knowledge filled in, let me remind you: on the previous edition of Vertigo I stood across the ring from Johnny Karma and you could cut through the presumption in the air with a knife, as so many people in the crowd assumed it would be a matter of time before their favourite choke artist gave his fanbase a false glimmer of hope by turning back a challenger so he had some momentum before sliding that little bit closer to his impending retirement. And yet that didn’t happen, as instead of the win that he assumed instead I did exactly what I said I was going to do when I wasn’t lugging around that anchor: I claimed a deserved victory against somebody who is supposed to represent the pinnacle of this company. So if I can defeat an established member of the roster, one who claims that he will win the championship or retire trying, doesn’t that mean…that the New Ace has arrived? Stephy Auger: He's got a point, Cruise! Mark Bisley: And yet how does Jenevieve Geroux respond to an epoch-defining moment such as me claiming a deserved victory over somebody she was assuming she could build her roster around? Did she look to strike when the iron was hot and give me a match against an opponent who I could prove that my victory was no fluke? Did she quickly move to find me an opponent for Revelations where I could show my mettle once more and change the entire landscape of Vertigo by proving what an asset I can be to this brand? The answer is…no, she didn’t do anything, as instead we get the same names and faces we’ve seen countless times before having matches while I’m sitting backstage where… As Bisley turns back to face the top of the ramp to illustrate his point, he’s stopped mid-sentence by him turning directly into his former partner Shintaro Majima damn near taking his head off with the Kurimuzon Kasai that draws one hell of a loud cheer from the crowd Kris Cruise: The Strong Style Savior has laid out Mark Bisley in the center of the ring! Stephy Auger: What the hell? He doesn't even work here! Having paused for a moment to look down upon his former partner, Majima crouches to pick up the microphone that Bisley dropped and he takes another look at Bisley as he lies on the ramp looking like somebody who lost an argument with a Mack Truck Shintaro Majima: You talk too much. Majima drops the microphone and walks towards the ring, turning back to watch as Bisley uses the crowd barrier to slowly drag himself back to his feet, woozily lifting the microphone to his lips Mark Bisley: Who do you think you are? You’re a member of the Flashpoint roster, you’re not supposed to be here! Jenevieve Geroux: Are you sure about that, Mr. Bisley? Bisley’s expression changes to one of somebody who has just been busted by their high school principal as Vertigo General Manager Jenevieve Geroux walks out at the top of the ramp Jenevieve Geroux: If I recall correctly, you assured me that there were no loose ends with you leaving your partner, in fact you told me the two of you had mutually agreed to go your separate ways. And I was willing to believe you, right up until you started telling the world that you had abandoned your partner, so I paid a visit to the last Flashpoint taping and asked Mr. Majima for his side of the story, and let’s just say that it did not match with yours. Kris Cruise: Uh oh. Jenevieve Geroux: Since this was the case, I proposed a possible solution to Mr Majima: as you were so determined to join my brand, Mr Bisley, I suggested to your former partner that you prove that you fight for it. So after talking for a while we came to a match that satisfies both myself and Mr Majima: if you win, you remain here on Vertigo – but if you lose, your contract is forfeit and Mr Majima will take your place. Finally regaining a measure of composure, Bisley merely looks at Jenevieve like he’s looking at somebody who just failed a simple math problem, as opposed to…say…his General Manager, and is quick to interject Mark Bisley: Whoa, whoa, whoa…so you’re telling me that I have to put up my spot as collateral, but if by some combination of crooked officiating, entering a parallel universe and an asteroid crashing through the roof of the arena I would have my contract voided, yet in the real world when I beat ShiMa he just gets to walk back to Flashpoint and say he tried? As Bisley looks at his GM with an incredulous look on his face, he’s interrupted once again by Majima – now with a mic in hand – correcting him on one key detail Shintaro Majima: I suggested the stipulation of only one of our contracts remaining. Turning to face his former partner, Bisley wears the expression of somebody who is putting the pieces together while those around him already reached the conclusion long before he had any idea what was happening Shintaro Majima: I have spent far too long hearing you say how much better you are than not only your opponents, but also the person who was supposed to be your partner. It is time that you learned not only that the partner you took for granted is more than capable of defeating you, but you have to learn that your words have consequences and I will beat that lesson into you so that you learn respect as I rid myself of you once and for all. Jenevieve Geroux: So what do you think, Mr Bisley? Are you willing to accept this challenge and prove your worth to me and this brand? Or are you willing to sit at home for the rest of the year and wait and hope that Flashpoint is in a forgiving mood ahead of next year’s draft and would consider giving you a second chance? Mark Bisley: You do realise that isn’t much of a choice you’re offering? Jenevieve shoots an unimpressed look in Bisley’s direction that he feels all the way down the ramp Jenevieve Geroux: I am offering you a choice: either you settle the issue between the two of you with the stipulation you have been offered, or you can learn how little patience I have for people who choose to waste my time with posturing. The choice is yours, Mr Bisley. Bisley takes a moment to look from Jenevieve to Majima and back to Jenevieve, shaking his head knowing full well he has no choice, but then his customary smirk returns Mark Bisley: Very well, if that’s the way ShiMa intends to play it, I accept the match – but I take no responsibility for Flashpoint being at a disadvantage because I sent a member of their roster on a one-way flight back to Japan, nor do I expect to… Once again Bisley is interrupted mid-flow, this time by Majima grabbing him and spinning him around to deliver an open-hand slap to the face that echoes throughout the arena and nearly knocks Bisley off his feet – but it certainly knocks the microphone out of his hand, shutting him up a second time Shintaro Majima: I said you talk too much. Kris Cruise: Smart Style will collide at Revelations when Mark Bisley takes on his former partner, Shintaro Majima! There can only be one winner and that person will be the one who remains in FGA! Stephy Auger: How can he even do this? Majima doesn't work here and Ms. Geroux isn't the GM of Flashpoint! • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 4:24:47 GMT -5
The sounds of “Devil’s Bleeding Crown” by Volbeat begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd immediately begin to boo. The lights go down; red spotlights flashing on the entrance ramp, keeping in time with music before the vocals finally kick in. Zellor finally emerges from behind the curtain with her Rose City Macaria Championship over one shoulder, and Mary-Jane McCracken close behind. With smirks on their faces, the pair stand at the top of the aisle looking out across the crowd. They continues booing as the pair walk down the aisle side-by-side, with Annie slapping the hands of her few remaining Anniemaniacs. Kris Cruise: Looks like we’ve got Annie Zellor and Mary-Jane heading out here, Stephy, and you know what that means. Stephy Auger: Well after the last Vertigo, Annie challenged Marlon Cure to a rap battle. But I didn’t think she was being serious. Kris Cruise: We’ll find out in a few moments, I’m sure. Zellor jumps up onto the apron, onto one knee as she picks herself up and opens up the ropes. Mary-Jane steps into the ring under the middle rope before Annie holds onto her title and backflips over the top rope. She’s handed a microphone by J.A. Aldridge at ringside as the music dies down, leaving the two members of The New Murder to get this started. Annie Zellor: Y’all know why I’m here… The crowd boo again as Annie giggles behind a raised hand. She’s not dressed for action just yet, instead having opted for a Badwood long sleeved crop top and her jean shorts. Annie Zellor: Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I promise. And when have I ever let you down? The self-satisfied smirk does little to endear the crowd to her, but Annie doesn’t even care. Kris Cruise: I can name a few occasions. Stephy Auger: Nobody asked you, Cruise. Annie Zellor: That’s if...Marlon Cure is even gonna answer my challenge though. ‘Cause a few weeks ago when I stood in front of him, and I told him that I’m better than him in...every...way....imaginable. He didn’t seem to believe me. Annie looks to Mary-Jane with a curious look on her face, but the redhead just shrugs her shoulders as she struggles to think what Marlon’s arguments against that would’ve been. Annie Zellor: I dunno either. But next weekend he’s finally gonna have to put up or shut up! ‘Cause next week I’ve finally got my shot at that FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title that he’s got. And that he’s been holding onto for waaaaay too long. Mary-Jane says something, but without a microphone it’s difficult to make out exactly what she’s saying, although the word “August” is audible. Annie Zellor: Since August. Seven months! Two defenses! And he thinks he can tell me who the greatest of all time is! He thinks he’s a better champion than me! But the truth is, I’m better than him at everything! I’ll prove it next week when I beat him in singles competition. I’ll prove it later tonight, when me and Dom beat him in tag action. And I’ll prove it right now…’cause we all know Marlon Cure ain’t scared of rap battling me, huh? The crowd chant “Marlon’s Gonna Get Ya” at her, but Annie just giggles again before she lifts the microphone back to her lips. Annie Zellor: I mean, why would he be? Stephy Auger: I think she’s serious about this, Cruise. Kris Cruise: Lets not forget she has released a rap album in the past, featuring various other wrestlers. She’s, maybe unfortunately in some people’s opinion, no stranger to the rap game, Stephy. Stephy Auger: …please never say that to me again. Kris Cruise: Ok. But the question now is, are we going to see Marlon Cure make an appearance here? Annie Zellor: Come on, Marlon. Battle me! She starts pacing back and forth by the ropes, the crowd still chanting “Marlon’s Gonna Get Ya!” at her, but Annie remains unphased. She looks towards Mary-Jane, who just can’t quite believe that Marlon Cure isn’t here. And neither can Annie! The pair are absolutely shocked by this whole ordeal, staring at each other in disbelief until Annie looks towards J.A. Aldridge at ringside. Annie Zellor: He ain’t showing, Jay. He’s punked out! You know what to do… J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this rap battle by forfeit...ANNI-- *Static Cut*
ALLOW ME TO RE INTRODUCE MYSELF
MY NAME IS HOV Before Aldridge can get the words out, Jay Z’s “Public Service Announcement” began to play over the PA System and the lights dim save for the spotlight over the stage. A few moments pass before Marlon Cure’s assistant, Keiko, comes out onto the stage first with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title propped up on her shoulder as she gives a polite wave to the cheering fans. The cheers only grow louder as the silhouette of The FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Marlon Cure, appears through the curtain -- and he’s not alone. Stephy Auger: What on earth is this!? Kris Cruise: It’s King Cure, and it looks like he’s come to battle! Walking behind Cure seemed to be an entourage of local battle rappers, each person dressed in all black as they stand behind “King Cure” himself. Much like Annie, Cure isn’t dressed to compete. Dressed in a his own wear from his Blackout apparel line comprised of a black and gold hoodie, a T shirt and fitted cap tilted ever so slightly atop his head, Cure gives Annie an arrogant smirk as he walks down the ramp way. Annie and Mary Jane are complaining about the group Cure is bringing out to ringside with him, but he pays it no mind as he hops up the steel steps and vaults himself over the top and into a standing position. The music begins to die down, but the cheers are still rocking as the “Marlo’s Gonna Get Ya!” chants pick back up. Cure soaks it all in, taking his sweet time as he pulls out a tooth pick and, to the astonishment of both Annie and MJ, a customized gold mic with a black crown ornament from his hoodie and begins to speak. Marlon Cure: So… lemme see if I can get this right. You issued a challenge - a challenge you know damn well you not built for, but we’ll get back to that in a few - and instead of fighting on it, you were about to accept a no call, no show? — Annie Zellor: You had weeks to reply, I didn’t hear nothing! Cure clearly either wasn’t buying the story or didn’t care one way or the other. Marlon Cure: Nah, you were hoping for an easy layup Annie. You thought sh*t was sweet and you could walk out here, talk that good good since nobody in their right mind would entertain your silly ass thinking that she’s ‘bout that action on a stick, and dip out? We don’t play that over here. So since you issued the challenge - Cure makes a little motion with his hands. Marlon Cure: You got first. Annie Zellor: Alright…MJ, gimme a beat! McCracken is handed a microphone by one of the ring crew as she looks slightly bewildered for a moment. But, sure enough, she raises it to her mouth and starts to beatbox as Annie grips her own microphone. Annie Zellor: Ohhh, lookie lookie here its Marlon Cure, The man who fills Piper’s head with thoughts so impure. Me, I just don’t see it, am I missing a trick? Is there something I have to do, like punch you in the dick? These women think you’re hot, but I feel so misled, You look like you’re next in line to be Mr Shiny Head, And I know these shots at your appearance aren’t very nice, Just like when you try to flex on me with a belt I’ve won twice! Annie holds up her middle finger before throwing up her index finger as well, just so she’s signalling two and not flipping Marlon the bird. He nods to himself, looking around at his entourage as Annie backs up a step. Keiko goes to give Cure a beat, but he waves her off and says something off mic. Exactly what he says isn’t clear, but the words “She can’t stay on beat, don’t bother with one” are heard loud as he brings the mic up. Marlon Cure: Truthfully I ain’t come here to rap, I came here to beat your ass But since you wanna try and spit? Lemme school you and bring you to the master class How dare you come at me With them amateur rhymes I’d say MJ over here might’ve Penned your lines but even she know better Than to brag about Losing the same ‘chip Two times It’s King Cure One Man Army Better yet? Navy Like ya Divas in a Bowl Game You get clapped every time you try to play me. Annie laughs at the last couple of lines, taking a moment to walk around as she raises the microphone to her lips again. Annie Zellor: That’s cute, real cute. I mean, we’ve won a Wondercup before, but still cute. Now MJ, gimme a beat. Sure enough, Mary-Jane starts beatboxing again as Annie stands in front of Marlon Cure. Annie Zellor: To lose the chip, you know I had to win it, right? So if I were you, I’d hold that belt real tight, Kiss it, love it, maybe tuck it in at night, ‘Cause next Saturday you’re in for a real fight! Maybe ask Izzy,, the Siren, or the Witch, ‘Cause I’m thinking maybe it’s time for a switch, I’d tell you what’s gonna happen, but I ain’t a snitch, Call me Lonewolf, ‘cause I’m gonna make you my bitch! Marlon shakes his head and wags a finger mockingly at Annie after she finishes with a knowing smile etched into his features. Marlon Cure: You really tried though. Wasted your shot, but you tried. Big upping Leon like sh*t’s sweet? Annie, how you gon’ prop up Somebody I already beat? You talking wild reckless and Using my name in vain Like I won’t damage you, girl Come down like the Hand of God And dead your whole world You ain’t gotta like it But you will respect it I turn careers into quotes And yours’ll be next, kid So think ‘bout if you really Want it with The King Or bow down And kiss the muthaf*ckin’ ring. Annie nods her head as she paces back and forth, before she shrugs her shoulders. Annie Zellor: Alright, I see how it is. And watch the language, we’re still on FX here. Marlon Cure: Stars cuss on TV everyday, Dupree. They’ll be aight as long as they got their finger on the switch. But Marlon doesn’t look impressed by the reprimand, leaning against the ropes as MJ starts beatboxing again. Annie Zellor: Nooo, Marlon, I’m not getting down on my knees, This isn’t a back alley and you didn’t even say please. And we gotta talk about how you call yourself King, ‘Cause wrestling royalty? It’s no longer a thing. But you’re doing real good here, you won a title and those awards, But now you gotta step aside, ‘cause I’m here to break some records. And how have you had an eleven year career, but we only know about three, Hell, how did your fanbase double when you started sh*t talking me!? Beat. Annie Zellor: Smack talking, I meant smack talking. She turns to Mary-Jane, who appears sympathetic to the faux pas. Cure gives a slight nod, before pulling out a cigar and giving it a light (despite it being a no smoke zone). After taking a long puff, he exhales smoke and shakes his head. Marlon Cure: First of all, thank you for the offer and enthusiasm but I seen how you work a cheese-steak so I’ll decline that proposition - Annie Zellor: You wish! Both Annie and MJ had words for that barb as Cure hands off the Cigar to Keiko. Marlon Cure: SECOND… I’m glad you stepped up marginally in that last verse. Now I can break my foot off in your ass with impunity. You tryna claim my success as yours? We not surprised When you spent the last four months Tryna leech off my highs That’s your whole career Summed up in just one line Never the star Just living off other people’s shine I’d lie and say I thought more of you But when broken down? That’s really all you do You clout chase About face Wave ride For a month or two And that had you thinking You could match up with WHO!? Me??Who told you that was true? You need to bark on your crew ‘Cause they lied to you When they said “Aye Annie, keep trying Elohim” AKA Pro Wrestling’s Best Bout Machine You not on level with me Grappling or in song But if you that hungry for fame Mrs. Dupree, C’mon. As Cure finishes, he tosses his mic over his shoulder and steps right up to Annie, as if daring her to swing or spit another line. The two are practically face to face as the jaw jacking continues, until Annie shoves Marlon with both hands… He takes a step back, smirking to Keiko for a brief moment, before he tackles Annie down to the mat! The crowd cheer as the punches start flying; Marlon on top of Annie, then Annie on top of Marlon, before the cavalry arrives! Referees and backstage staff hit the ring as Cure gains the upper hand again, restraining both wrestlers as they yell at each other from across the ring. |
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 4:26:06 GMT -5
Backstage, Brian Stryker is standing by his locker as he is preparing for his main event match against Tyler Storm. The first of a best of 5 with the winner getting their shot at the Pride Championship. Brian’s Redemption path was well on its way and he was not gonna let a title shot that should’ve been his from the start go to someone who doesn’t deserve it. He is finishing his wrist tape as he Spencer Burke walks in.
Spencer Burke: Brian, a moment of your time?
Brian sighs as he stands up and looks at Burke, silently telling him to get on with his questions.
Spencer Burke: Tonight you’re in the main event, fighting for a chance at the pride title. Has to be a big deal, getting your first Vertigo main event.
Brian rolls his eyes as he grabs Spencer’s mic and keeps him from moving.
Brian Stryker: Frankly, I don’t care if it’s the main event. I mean, I should’ve had the main event after beating Johnny Karma in the ring 1, 2, 3. But did that happen? Did I fuck? I got left off the damn card. I beat Karma himself and he gets a main event match. So already, I realized I’m gonna have to fight everyone to get what I want. And what I want is MY Pride Championship shot.
Spencer Burke: Well you’ll get that if you can beat Tyler Storm in a best of five. A talented wrestler, does he worry you?
Brian laughs as he lets go of Spencer’s mic, holding his side.
Brian Stryker: Spencer you are a riot. Tyler Storm worry me? Tyler Storm couldn’t beat me if I had two broken legs and a dislocated shoulder. My one year old worries me more than Tyler Storm. Storm should consider himself lucky to share a ring with a god like me, let alone wrestle me. I’m gonna sweep him of matches then go win my title first chance I get. Then maybe, I’ll throw him a pity title match where I beat him in under a minute. You know out of “respect”.
Spencer Burke: Shouldn’t you at least respect his talents? There’s a reason he’s getting this chance along side you. The talent is there.
Brian Stryker: Others may see his “talent” but I just see another idiot getting in my way. And after tonight, maybe he’ll wise up and realize facing me 5 times is the dumbest choice he could make in his career. Cause after I finish with him, he might not even have one left. Now get out. I have to finish getting ready.
He pushes Burke out of the locker room as he slams the door shut, the camera fading out to the “Brian Stryker” sign on the door.
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Post by FGA Office on Mar 19, 2019 4:26:54 GMT -5
• SINGLES MATCH •
Izzy Anders vs. Sara Mason The hypnotic opening of “Bad Dreams” by Phantogram picks up throughout the arena and the lights fade into a cascade of fuschia and crimson. ♫ Bad dreams never affect me
I'm not afraid of the concrete
Bad dreams never affect me
I'm not afraid of the concrete ♫ As the colors play, the beats becomes harsher and invites Izzy Anders onto the stage. She dances around to the beat of the music until she makes to the center point of the stage. Scanning the arena with that Cheshire grin of hers, Izzy takes her time walking down the ramp. When she does, she does it with an egotistical saunter, knowing that she has the audience wrapped around her finger. ♫ To changing me
(And I believe this happened once before)
To changing me
(And I predict the world will be all gone)
To changing me
(And I can see the same things that you see)
To changing me
(‘Cause I predict the world) ♫ J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, fighting out of Holland, Michigan by way of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada, she is the MINDKILLER...Izzy Anders!! Izzy climbs the ring apron, turning her back to the ring to stare at the audience. She shifts down the ropes until she reaches the turnbuckle, ascending it with a delicate air. From there, she reaches methodically for her eyepatch, removing it with flair. She lowers it into her mouth, giving it a playful bite and giving the hard cam a wink. Izzy then scales down the turnbuckle into the ring, taking her coat off. A stagehand receives it in the only way Izzy does, a dramatic fling meant to blanket them in the immense coat. The Mindkiller then takes a seat a little off center of the ring, at the very tip of her corner. She sits there with her legs crossed, staring out to the audience as her song dies out. Kris Cruise: Last week Silk and Cyanide tried to divide and conquer, each of them having a ‘conversation’ with their number one contenders. Before they get their opportunity, they will compete in singles competition! Stephy Auger:These two are going to show Izzy and Fuji water that they just don’t have what it takes. If Pendragon couldn’t beat them, why do they think they’ll win?! Kris Cruise: Despite their past, they seem to have come together for a common goal. I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss them, Stephy! Red lights pulse throughout the arena as "Dear Enemy" begins to radiate throughout the arena, almost immediately followed by Sara Mason marches through the entranceway dragging her title belt along the ramp behind her before she pauses at the top of the ramp, dropping into a crouch as she looks towards the ring and holds up the United States tag team belt beside her Dear Enemy
All that makeup that you wear
Will never hide
There's a devil under there
Dear Enemy
Are you really that insane?
To think that you
Are the only one in pain Once she's walked halfway down the ramp Mason breaks into a sprint, bearing down upon the ring before she dives under the bottom rope and slides into the ring, quickly rising to a knee as she holds up her belt to remind her opponent that she's a champion and they're not How could you do this to me?
Tell me did ya feel good? Did ya get relief?
You know you're a super creep
Cause the things you do won't let you sleep
Got no friends only enemies
Now you got one more...cause you're dead to me J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, hailing from Salem, Oregon, she is one half of the UNITED STATES tag team champions...Sara Mason! With her eyes fixed firmly upon her opponent Mason lays her title belt on the mat before she crawls back a few paces into the nearest corner so she can reach up to grab the middle ropes, lifting herself back into a crouching position without breaking her stare at any point, and as she awaits the opening bell she can't help but laugh in her opponents' direction. Stephy Auger:Sara has all the good reason to laugh, Kris. She and Erin totally took FOOL-jiko and Izzy off their game last Vertigo! Kris Cruise: I’m not so sure we were watching the same thing, Stephy. But they’ll get a chance to actually throw their challengers off if they can win these matches tonight! The bell rings and Izzy feigns a charge, which causes Mason to give her an angry glare. Izzy places a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle. The ref motions for them to start the match, which Izzy is all too ready to oblige. Mason tries to sucker her in with a lock up, but Izzy kicks at her hands. Mason withdraws her hand and then charges at Izzy, who takes her over in a headlock takedown. Mason scrambles to her feet, but Izzy busts out a Japanese arm drag. Mason gets up and comes in once more, for Izzy to attempt another arm drag, but Mason pulls her arm back at the last second, and then kicks Izzy in the ribs to boos from the crowd. Mason taps her temple, then kicks at Izzy’s ribs again. She then grabs at Izzy’s nearest arm and twists it behind her back in a grounded hammerlock. Izzy groans and tries to wiggle out, but Sara Mason stays on her. Kris Cruise: Sara proving to be just as formidable on her own, here. Mason sneers as she is booed by the crowd, but the momentary lapse in focus allows the Mindkiller to wiggle to her side and snap off a kick to Mason that breaks the hold. She gets to her feet, only to be placed into a side headlock. Anders groans as the pressure is applied, but she uses her weight advantage to press Mason back into the corner. The referee forces the tag team champion to break the hold, but she waits until the last moment to do so. Izzy retaliates by trying to slam a forearm into her face, but Sara grabs at the referee! Izzy doesn’t connect, stopping herself, and the referee backs her off. Kris Cruise: Izzy was about to take control, but Mason tries using the referee as a human shield! Stephy Auger: I saw no such thing. Just Izzy being out of control again. That ref better be careful! Mason sidesteps the referee as soon as she has enough room, and tackles Izzy to the mat. She lays into her with punches, and then pulls Izzy to her feet. Tossing her into the corner she runs in and then stops, followed by hitting her with a cross chop to the throat. The former Undisputed champion grasps her throat, and is then hit with a cross body block that causes her to slump into the corner. Mason shoots her a smile as she slowly makes her way to her feet, then runs in and smashes her into the corner with a dropkick. She drags Izzy out of the corner and covers. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kickout! Kris Cruise: Izzy avoids losing this match via Mason’s shenanigans. Stephy Auger: The night is still young, Kris! Izzy sits up, but Mason stays on the offensive, hitting her with forearms and elbows to wear down the Mindkiller. She then gets to her feet and stomps at Izzy’s head, trying to soften her up for the finishing blow. Izzy does her best to protect herself, but she she does, Sara switches to kicking at her ribs. Stephy Auger: Sara doing a great job of softening up Izzy before they prove why they’re the top tag team in FGA! Kris Cruise: Like you said, the night is still young! Mason turns Izzy onto her belly, and stomps on her back before going up to the top turnbuckle. She points down at Izzy before leaping off, but Izzy rolls out of the way at the last second! Sara grimaces as she hits the mat, clutching her elbow. Kris Cruise: Mason crashes and burns! Izzy gets back to her base, and pulls the struggling Sara to her feet before stunning her with a knee to the midsection. She then rushes her forward, slamming her into the turnbuckle. She then turns Mason out before slamming her knee into Sara’s midsection again. Anders then backs away before running in and hitting Sara with a running European uppercut. Sara goes to step out, but Izzy has rushed back in with another. Sara grimaces as the impact hits her from both the front and the back. Izzy sprints to the opposite corner, and pumps herself up shortly before rushing towards Sara… ...who hits her with a japanese arm drag, which sends her crashing and burning into the corner! Kris Cruise: Oh no! Stephy Auger: AHAHAHAHAH! Did you see her go flying?! Amazing! Sara has a sick grin on her face as she recovers on the mat. She looks over at Izzy, who is in a heap in the corner and laughs to herself a little bit. Kris Cruise: Sara is enjoying this a bit too much... Stephy Auger: Nonsense, Cruise! Izzy tried to step to Mason, and now she’s showing her why that was a dumb idea. The United States tag team champion grabs the former world champion and picks her up, only to knock her back down with a nasty headbutt. Izzy falls to the mat, and Mason makes the cover. Kris Cruise: Mason could take it here! ONE! . . TWO! . . Th-Izzy’s shoulder flies off the mat, causing Sara to grit her teeth in frustration. Kris Cruise: Izzy’s still in this match! Stephy Auger: Not for long, if Sara has her way. Mason backs off Izzy, then drops an elbow on her. She then waits for Izzy to get to a knee before hitting her with a sliding clothesline. She then puts Izzy into position before hitting her with the Falling Idol. (hangman’s neckbreaker to kneeling opponent). Izzy clutches her neck, but gets to her side to prevent Mason from going for a cover. Mason grabs her up, and then hits the opposite ropes. She then throws Izzy down with a one-handed bulldog to more bos. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Kickout! Instead of getting frustrated, Sara grins wickedly. She then grabs Izzy by the hair, and ignores the protests of the referee. She puts Izzy in a headlock, and then runs for the ropes. Izzy, however, has the wherewithal to put on the brakes, hit Mason in the side, and then place her in a full nelson… Kris Cruise: Izzy put on the brakes, and now she’s got Sara right were she wants her! Izzy then arches back for a surprise dragon suplex! ONE! . . TWO! . . Th- Mason’s shoulders come off the mat as she manages to kick enough to release the grip. Izzy picks her up, tucks her head under her arm, and plants her with a DDT! Stephy Auger: No! Kris Cruise: Izzy setting her up.. Izzy maneuvers back to her feet without letting go, then hitting another DDT. She does it one more time, and then drills Sara’s head into the mat one more time, completing her Three Enemigos move to a mixed reaction from the crowd! She isn’t done yet, pointing to a fan with a Marlon Cure shirt on a few rows in. She then circles the ring once, picking up speed before blasting Sara Mason in the head with A gift for you! Stephy Auger: Erin! Help! It’s Izzy’s turn to have a grin on her face, as she picks Mason up, turning her arm behind her back, preparing her for the Black Song. Sara, however, throws back and elbow, and then does a standing switch. She then rolls Izzy up, and grabs her head, slamming it into the mat three times. Kris Cruise: Sara shifting the momentum back her way after that near victory from Izzy... Stephy Auger: The way it should be! Sara then grabs Izzy up, and puts her in a front face lock. Izzy pushes her back, but Sara holds on...and actually steers the two of them into the referee! Kris Cruise: Oh come on! She did that on purpose! Stephy Auger: Did what? I had something in my eyes and missed it! Kris Cruise: You did not! Sara just took out the referee! The referee stumbles into the ropes, falling to the mat. Sara sees the referee down, and immediately pokes Izzy in both eyes! Kris Cruise: She had this planned! Stephy Auger: She’s brilliant! I love it! The crowd boos as Izzy struggles to relieve the discomfort of having her eyes poked, but Mason takes advantage, locking her in a front facelock, jumping up, and then drawing her knees into Izzy’s chest! Izzy groans as the crash landing sends her to the mat. Sara sees the ref isn’t too affected from being bumped into, and she draws Izzy up, and slams her down with Le Dernier Tournant! (Lightning spiral) She then turns and stacks Izzy up for the cover. Kris Cruise: This is a robbery! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Stephy Auger: YES! YES YES YES! Kris Cruise: Mason gets the victory, stealing it from the former Undisputed champion! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, SARA MASON! “Dear Enemy” by Night Club blasts over the sound system as Sara gets away from the ring and backs up the ramp, her arm raised in victory. Stephy Auger: Now we just need Erin to beat FOOL-jiko, and we will have a night worth celebrating. Kris Cruise: You have to believe Fujiko is going to have to be on her guard after witnessing that! • Commercial Break • |
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