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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:02:42 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:03:40 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 Richmond Coliseum
Richmond, VA Kris Cruise: Welcome everyone to Vertigo! I am Kris Cruise! Joining me as always is my colleague, Stephey Auger! Tonight, we continue the march towards Only the Strong Survive and the inevitable counter between Evan Envi and Fujiko Mine over the FGA World Championship! Stephy Auger: I still as confused as Ricky Valero as to why the Chief is giving that loser yet another shot at his championship!!! I can’t believe that Envi allowed himself to be bullied into giving her another shot! The Chief doesn't take lip from anyone! So why her!?!? Kris Cruise: Because he knows deep down that Fujiko had his number! The Apex Goddess had him tapping out at Revelations! Fujiko should be the FGA World Champion right now!!! Stephy Auger: She shouldn’t!!! Kris Cruise: Did you even hear a single word I just said!? Fujiko had him beat! I know it! Fujiko knows it! The people know it and most important of all, deep down, Envi knows it!!! That’s why he agreed to this match! He wants to prove to himself that he can beat Fujiko Mine WITHOUT the interference of his lackey, Ricky Valero! Stephy Auger: But he’s heading into hostile territory! He’s defending his title right in Fujiko’s backyard! Who knows what heathen friends of hers will be looking to jump Envi before the match even begins? Our GM should provide extra security for our Chief as soon as he steps off the plane in Milwaukee!!! Kris Cruise: Yeah, I’m sure she’ll get right on it! Stephy Auger: If she knows what’s good for her brand, she will! Kris Cruise: In any event, Fujiko is looking forward to taking that championship off of Envi, once and for all, in a few weeks at Only The Strong Survive! But tonight, her and her fellow US Tag Champion, Izzy Anders, will take on The Resistance in non-title action! Of course, Seth Iser, the reigning Pride Champion, will be joining us here on commentary. I’m sure he’ll have nothing but praise for The Mindkiller! Stephy Auger: I normally would back every decision that Izzy Anders makes. But I don’t know if getting on the wrong side of Seth Iser is a good idea. Seth isn’t a psychopath like Failpoint’s champion, Jimmy Page! But he is not a man to play games with! Izzy is the master of the mindgames. But this is one game that could come back to bite her right in her you-know-what! Kris Cruise: It’ll be interesting to see if Seth Iser can remain calm and keep his hands to himself here tonight. That’s not all. In our main event, the Best of Five Series will continue as Tyler Storm takes on Brian Stryker! The Brian Stryker Experience jumped out to a commanding 2-0 lead. But it’s not over until it’s over and last episode, Tyler Storm was able to stave off elimination and get on the board with his first win in this series. Stephy Auger: Well good for him. He got himself a win. Woopty doo. Guess what, Cruise? He’s still down 1-2! Brian Stryker can and WILL end this tonight! Kris Cruise: But what if he doesn’t win tonight? The pressure would have to be on his shoulders, wouldn't’ you think? Stephy Auger: We’re not even going to entertain that thought, Cruise! We’re not going to let those negative thoughts in! We’re going to think positive and that’s Brian Stryker winning this best of five and finally, FINALLY, getting his long overdue Pride Championship match! Kris Cruise: That remains to be seen. Also here tonight, Marlon Cure and Piper Lennon pick each other’s poison! Marlon Cure has picked Seth Iser to go up again Lennon! Stephy Auger: Iser’s already in a bad mood after everything Izzy has done to him and Vincent Moretti. He’s going to try and take out all of that frustration out of Piper! Kris Cruise: Then, Piper Lennon picked Underground’s Jenny Cien to go one on one with the reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion! Stephy Auger: King Cure has been in a war of words with the Baddie With A Bat for the longest. Tonight, she finally gets to get in the ring with Cure. If I’m Marlon, I’m making sure I know where that bat is at all times! Kris Cruise: I would agree! Also on the slate for tonight, Dan Herrera is in singles action against Tristan Ambrose! Mark Bisley goes one on one with one half of the current number one contenders to the US Tag Titles, Delikado! The Tenacious Wrecking Crew are back in action as they go up against The Saturnian Connection! But right now, let’s throw it to the ring where J.A. Aldridge is ready to give the ring introductions for our opening contest! J.A., take it away! • Singles Match •
Zack Gall 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! 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. Kris Cruise: Vince Steel and his cousin Terrence Tillman haven’t found success since coming to the Vertigo brand this January. Steel is looking to snap out a bit of a funk. He’s got the height advantage. Strength will also be in his favor. But matches aren’t on paper, Stephy! Stephy Auger: Yup, and unfortunately for Vince, he knows that all too well! The stage goes dark and a single spotlight appears as “Falling Behind” by Robert Spurling blasts through the audio system. After the first few chords have passed, out of the back comes Zack “The Dragon” Gall, who steps right in the middle of the spotlight, his left hand over his mouth and surveys the crowd. Not far behind from Gall his manager Dante Difranco steps into the scene as the lights come back on and Zack gets his left hand abruptly away from his mouth and roars, before walking towards the ring. J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, hailing from Newport, Wales! Weighing in at 190 pounds… ZACK “THE DRAGON” GALL! As the duo get close to the ring, Gall looks towards his manager who instructs him to get in the ring. Zack gets on the apron and grabbing the top rope he enters the ring. Difranco stays on the outside, as his client cracks his neck in the middle of the ring and gets to his knees extending his arms. Kris Cruise: Zack Gall was able to get the better of Fenrys in his debut match here in FGA. This time, though, the competition is a lot bigger and a lot stronger. Let’s see how he fares... The match starts with Gall taking the fight right to Steel with shoot kicks to the right leg! Steel is able to reach out, grab a hold of Gall and toss him down to the mat. Gall doesn’t stay down for long and returns to a vertical base. As Steel approaches, Gall pushes forward and connects with a running lariat. The thud from the lariat echoes throughout the arena. However, Steel remains on his feet. So Gall turns and runs back into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with another hard running lariat. But again, Steel remains on his feet. Steel looks Gall up and down and before daring him to try it again. Gall obliges and takes off into the ropes. When Gall returns, Steel goes to cut him off with a lariat of his own. But Gall is able to duck before continuing to run the ropes. When Gall comes back, he drops Steel down to a knee after a low running front dropkick to the leg. Gall returns to a vertical base before giving Steel multiple shoot kicks to the chest. The impact from each kicks reverberates throughout the arena. While Steel guards his chest, Gall turns and heads back into the ropes. When Gall returns, he gets caught by a two-handed choke from Steel! Steel returns to his feet while keeping the choke applied. He’s about to send Gall soaring across the ring with a double choke overhead suplex when Gall counters Mongolian Chops to the arms, followed by a bell clap to the ears. Once the hold is broken, Gall doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before bringing him down with a Snap DDT! Gall makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel kicks out. Gall pulls Steel up to a seated position before running into the ropes. When Gall returns, he blasts Steel across the back with a running penalty kick. While Steel arches his back from the kick, Gall runs forward into the ropes. When Gall returns, he knocks Steel flat to the mat with a running penalty kick to the shoulder. Gall then runs into a third set of ropes. After Gall comes back, he delivers a double foot stomp across the chest. Gall then turns around before delivering a double foot stomp to the gut. Gall then takes off into another set of ropes. Once he returns, he connects with a running knee drop across the face. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Steel gets his shoulder up. Gall grabs Steel by his ponytail before slowly pulling him back to his feet. From there, Gall blasts Steel with a headbutt… then another… then a third! The crowd gasps when Gall pushes forward and hooks Steel. He then hoists Steel up before bringing him down with an Exploder Suplex, resulting in cheers from the crowd! Steel slowly turns over and gets up on a knee. He tries to get off the knee and back to a vertical base. But Gall is right there to blast him in the side of the head with the Death by Knee (V-Trigger)! Gall follows up with the Death by Kick (discus roundhouse kick), which sends Steel crumbling to the mat. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout… ZACK GALL! • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:04:02 GMT -5
In what appears to be a pre recorded segment the scene opens in the parking lot where the Tenacious Little Bastard can be found. Angrily he slams his thumb against his phone screen, presumably to disconnect a call, before grumbling under his breath as he slips his iPhone into his jeans pocket. A car drives past him as Dom picks up his duffel bag from off the tarmac and starts walking towards the entrance.
Dom glances off to one side, grumbling once more through gritted teeth as he sees a man approaching. His mood worsening as his pace slows to a stop once more, and Dom finally speaks up.
Dom Harter: Not now, Spencer!
Harter tries to fob off the intrepid interviewer, even holding up a hand so Spencer Burke can’t get too close - not that he’d want to, but he has a job to do! With a microphone in hand and a cameraman in tow, Burke perseveres through the initial pushback.
Spencer Burke: I understand you might not be in the mood for an interview right now, Dom--
Dom Harter: Then you’ll understand why I’m going to walk away right now…
Harter goes to walk away, checking the phone in his pocket to see if he’s had a call back as he goes. But Spencer isn’t giving up so easily.
Spencer Burke: --there’s a rumor going around that you’ve been blowing up the General Manager’s phone in recent weeks, would you care to comment on that?
Dom Harter: ‘Blowing up’ is a gross exaggeration, but what else would I expect from you or the people around here? I’ve just made--I’ve called her a couple of times...a day...that’s it! It’s not excessive, Spencer, so back off.
The two are walking almost side by side now, with Spencer lagging behind slightly. That is, until Dom stops abruptly and turns to Spencer. One finger jabbing at the interviewer as the Hall of Famer starts ranting. His eyes wider than usual, nostrils flared; it would be fair to say that Dom looks disgruntled.
Dom Harter: You see, Spencer--she can answer my calls anytime! She can come to me and explain why she’s letting our World champion duck me - something he said he wouldn’t do! Do I need to blackmail Evan for a shot, is that it? Do I need to use the World title to try and get my dick wet? Just when you thought Evan couldn’t disgrace that title any more than he already had. But I don’t know if you remember, Spencer--
Dom unzips his jacket, revealing his ‘I Beat Johnny Karma’ t-shirt underneath it.
Dom Harter: --but I beat Johnny Karma! Do you know him--do you remember Johnny Karma? The former Undisputed champion. Former Pride champion. I beat him! Clean! In the middle of that ring at Revelations! And according to our esteemed General Manager, that isn’t enough to earn me a title shot. No, why would it be?
His voice is ripe with sarcasm as he spits out that last line, but Spencer has an idea that might assuage the Grand Slam champion’s doubts somewhat.
Spencer Burke: What about the rumors that you might be entering the Gold Rush Rumble? Is there any merit to them?
Dom Harter: Is that what she’s offering me instead? Beating a former Undisputed champion isn’t enough anymore, so now I need to beat twenty-nine others if I want my shot at the FGA World title?
Annie Zellor: You don’t need to do that, Dommy…
The reassurance comes from his fiancée, as Annie Zellor strolls into the shot. Dressed in jeans and a ‘New Murder’ t-shirt, her hair tied back in a ponytail, and with a smile on her face, Zellor looks more relaxed than her tag team partner does. She takes her place next to Dom, smiling up at him still as she speaks again.
Annie Zellor: …’cause this is my Gold Rush Rumble, and I’m gonna be the one to win it.
Almost immediately, Harter takes a step away from his fiancée, turning to face Annie as his jaw drops. Mouth agape, Dom tries to speak, but the words don’t seem to be coming.
Dom Harter: …
Annie Zellor: Don’t look so shocked. I said the same thing on the last Vertigo, and I’m gonna keep saying it until we get to Milwaukee and I get my arm raised in the air.
Dom Harter: Your arm?
Annie Zellor: Uh huh…
The saccharine sweet smile of Annie Zellor belies her true intentions as Dom casts an apprehensive glance towards Spencer; he’s on thin ice approaching this subject with the woman he loves, and doesn’t want to put his foot firmly in his mouth - no amount of bygones can dig a man out of that kind of ditch!
Annie Zellor: ...what’s wrong, Dommy? Don’t you think I can do it?
Dom Harter: It’s not that, it’s--
Annie Zellor: Isn’t this what you suggested I do? ‘Cause, y’know, I’m just a ‘follower’. Wasn’t I supposed to move on from Marlon Cure and my loss at Revelations, and like, move onto bigger and better things. ‘Cause I seem to remember you saying you were getting your title shot at Only The Strong Survive, and I’d win the Gold Rush Rumble. Then we’d go onto All Star Showdown…
???: And wake up and realize it was all a dream?
Into the picture steps Ricky Valero sporting a royal blue ‘Good Guys’ t-shirt and a sheepish grin. He swaggers toward the New Murder pair and Spencer Burke, slinging a duffel bag of his own over his right shoulder, and steps up to them with a chuckle. Neither Dom nor Annie look too happy to see him, but what’s new there?
Ricky Valero: Look, I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news, but my best friend Evan Envi is the reigning and defending FGA World Champion, and that’s not something that’s going to change at Only the Strong Survive. That wouldn’t have mattered if he was putting the title on the line against you, Dom...or now that he’s putting it on the line--again--against Fujiko. The FGA World Championship is going to be staying at home where it belongs, with the Good Guys.
A smile returns to Valero’s face as he notices the agitated look from both Dom and Annie in response to his clearly unwelcome presence.
Ricky Valero: As for the Gold Rush Rumble, there’s only one person who’s going to overcome 29 other competitors and earn their place in the main event of All-Star Showdown...and you’re looking at him.
Dom points to himself with an earnest expression on his face, causing Annie to look towards him briefly, before her gaze returns to Ricky.
Ricky Valero: Finally, FGA will be given the instant classic it deserves on the grandest stage of them all! An all-Good Guy main event for the ages with the biggest prize in the business on the line. Evan Envi versus Ricky Valero.
Dom Harter: What’s the plan, you’re gonna fake an injury to sit out half the match?
Ricky Valero: Says the man who can only win when he enters last.
Ricky chides back as the tension rises between the two men. Fortunately there’s another person there to cut that tension with a knife!
Annie Zellor: Or hide under the ring? But nahhh, you two keep arguing between you. I’ve got some, like, huge promises to fulfill. And I’ve got some sickness that needs Curing, and most importantly, you know, I’ve gotta take my chance to step up into the World title scene here in FGA!
Just as Annie finishes speaking, a small cloud of smoke is blown directly into her face from her left. She doesn’t say anything at first, but she lets out a sigh of annoyance as she slowly turns to face the newest arrival.
There stood the self professed “King” and reigning Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Marlon Cure, cigar clamped firmly between his teeth and giving the most arrogant grin imaginable at the trio before him. Right beside him as always is his assistant, Keiko, who gives a polite wave to Ricky. Cure calmly straightens up the tie on his suit, before he goes to speak.
Marlon Cure: Sooooh, lemme see if I’m hearin’ y’all right. Just to make sure I’m not missing details. I come through Richmond Coliseum for The King’s show, King Cure-A-Ton’s show, Vertigo, preparing to do what I do best and that’s fly through the skies and reign supreme for the masses live and those viewing via television screen. Preparing to send my lovely, lovely challenger for the night back Underground with an L courtesy of truly yours… but then I hear you two -
Cure motions to Valero and Harter, ignoring Annie for the moment as he leans against her shoulder.
Marlon Cure: - running off at the mouth about winning The Gold Rush Rumble? Annie did too, but we all know she’s sorry with these bold ass statements. Yes, even you know, Dom. You two though… y’all really think it’s sweet out here and that one of you can win it all?
Marlon & Keiko both adopt a thinking pose, seemingly in sync with one another.
Marlon Cure: I mean… being confident in one’s self is all well and good and I’m never one to knock letting that ego flow. But uh, there’s a problem with that.
Cure dramatically raises a hand, then points at his chest.
Marlon Cure: Me. Because I’ve had my eyes locked on that World Title since I kicked the doors in on my career here around this time last year. I’ve been watching, waiting and while I plan on doing everything I said I’d do with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title and making it THEE title in FGA once I run through Piper…
Cure reaches down and removes the title in question from his waist, placing it over the shoulder nearest to Annie as if subtly trying to rub salt in the wounds.
Marlon Cure: … I’m greedy and still want more. And I’ll go through any and everybody the powers that be try and stack in front of me to get there.
Annie looks her former rival up and down, more than a hint of disdain etched on her face as she leans in to whisper something to Cure.
Annie Zellor: It’s funny to me when you try and act like you’re not flustered…
With that, Annie saunters away, not wanting to give Marlon Cure any more of her time - and who can blame her? Even his facade drops for a split second, as he gives Zellor the side eye. But he doesn’t have too long before Dom Harter claps him on the shoulder.
Dom Harter: That’s cute, Marlon. Real cute, acting like you’re the best high flyer here when we all know you’re not. Even Ricky flies better than you. Acting like you think you’ve got a shot at winning the Gold Rush Rumble, when even Ricky has a better shot than you do.
Ricky Valero: Say it again, Harter, pretend like I haven’t bested you in rumble matches before.
He says in reference to a match a few months ago in Renegade, when Valero outlasted nearly twenty others to become the Renegade UK Champion. Acknowledging this, Harter nods his head as he looks between Ricky and Marlon again.
Dom Harter: Yeah, you got me there. And that’s...admirable. But here’s the thing; I don’t just think I can win the Gold Rush Rumble. I know I can!
Beat.
Dom Harter: Twice!
A smirking Harter walks away after that, leaving just Ricky and Marlon behind as the scene comes to an end.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:04:53 GMT -5
Kris Cruise: Did you hear that, Stephy? Marlon Cure, Ricky Valero and two-time Gold Rush Rumble winner Dom Harter are joining Annie Zellor on the list of Vertigo participants in the Rumble! Stephy Auger: Dom? Annie? King Cure and Ricky? Sounds like the Final 4 of this year’s Rumble to me! Kris Cruise: Hold your horses, Stephy! There’s still plenty more names to be revealed on the Vertigo side! That’s not to mention all of the people that have already been named on Flashpoint! Stephy Auger: Please. It’s Flashpoint we’re talking about here! A Vertigo branded grappler won last year’s Rumble. The same will happen this year! • Singles Match •
Tristan Ambrose vs. Dan Herrera J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! “ONE FALL!” The riff from Terror Metal's "Dead and Gone" blare out through the speakers as the lights change to gold and white. Out from behind the curtain comes Alexander Cappotelli, closely followed by Tristan Ambrose, After a moment, they both start making their way to the ring. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 225 pounds. Being accompanied by Alexander Cappotelli, he is TRISTAN AMBROSE! Tristan hops up on the apron, before ascending the rope and putting his arms out. Hopping down, he makes his way to the center rope, raising his arm, fist out. Unzipping the top vest, he tosses it to Alexander, as he starts pulling on the ropes waiting for his opponent to make his entrance. Kris Cruise: There he is, Stephy, the leader of The Resistance set for singles action tonight. Last time we saw him was Revelations, where he found himself on the losing end of a match against Peaches. Stephy Auger: Before he lead The Resistance in a beatdown of that hick! Kris Cruise: Until Dan Herrera returned from his injury in order to make the save. And now he’s set to make his in ring return. ...Spoken... "May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!" When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them. J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, residing in Raleigh, North Carolina. Weighing in at 200 pounds. Being accompanied by Peaches, he is DAN HERRERA! My knuckles have turned to white There's no turning back tonight Kiss me one last time As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin. Stephy Auger: There was a time where I never thought I’d see Baldilocks back inside an FGA ring, and I liked that feeling, Cruise. Kris Cruise: We knew he wouldn’t be out for long, and I for one am excited to see Dan Herrera back inside the squared circle. And I know he can’t wait to get his hands on Tristan Ambrose here. The bell sounds to start the match as both men circle the ring for a few moments. Ambrose starts off proceedings by lunging forward, but Dan is easily able to duck under his opponent’s arm. Tristan turns around and is immediately caught by a series of left jabs, followed by an overhand right that knocks him down to the mat! The crowd pop as Dan steadies himself, waiting for Tristan to get back to his feet, before he takes him down again with a clothesline this time. Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera starting off hot here! Ambrose gets to his feet once more, only to walk right into a body slam. With authority! Herrera runs against the ropes, coming back with a leg drop as Tristan clutches at his throat. He rolls away and scrambles to get back to his feet as Herrera charges in with a clothesline, sending the leader of The Resistance over the top rope and all the way to the outside. At ringside, Peaches applauds her husband while, in the ring, Dan plays to the crowd, getting them pumped for his return to the ring. Meanwhile, Cappotelli is helping his client back to his feet as Tristan Ambrose shakes off the cobwebs. By the count of four he’s back on the apron and entering the ring when Dan approaches with some clubbing blows to the back. He brings Tristan towards the center of the ring – but Dan staggers back clutching his eye as the crowd boo. Ambrose shrugs off the referee’s attempt to scold him, and grabs Dan by the back of the head as they move towards the corner. Stephy Auger: And just like that the tide has turned, Cruise. Kris Cruise: Some underhanded tactics from Tristan Ambrose there, lets see what he can do from here. Dan’s head bounces off the top turnbuckle as he slumps into the corner, allowing his opponent the chance to deliver some repeated clotheslines to the chest. The referee intervenes towards the tenth one, telling Ambrose to bring Dan out of the corner, so he does. An Irish whip follows as Dan is sent hurtling across the ring, and he hits the far turnbuckle with enough force that he staggers out of the corner, right into a side slam! Tristan lays back to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Herrera throws the shoulder up in time, much to the relief of Peaches at ringside. Undeterred, Ambrose brings Dan back to his feet before he doubles him over with a knee to the gut. An elbow is driven down across the back of Herrera’s neck as he falls to one knee and Tristan sets off against the ropes. Dan manages to get back to his feet in time for Ambrose to return, only to get taken right back down again with a spinning neckbreaker. And this time it’s Tristan’s turn to play to the crowd as he poses with a fist raised in the air, drawing some boos from the Richmond crowd. Stephy Auger: No respect from these fans tonight, Cruise. Kris Cruise: Respect what? The sneak attacks? Being a sore loser? Stephy Auger: That’s libel, be very careful what you say. But Tristan Ambrose is here tonight, giving these fans a show, and this is how they treat him? Tristan stomps at his fallen foe a couple of times before bringing him back to his feet again. This time he moves Dan towards the ropes, and pushes him down throat first across the middle rope. A knee across the back of the neck to choke his opponent out as the referee starts counting, only for Tristan to release the choke at the count of four. The official warns him about the five count, but Tristan pays him no mind as he brings Dan back to a vertical base once again. Some forearm shots have Dan stunned in the center of the ring, before he blocks one! Kris Cruise: Here we go! The crowd cheer as Dan fires back, landing a hard right of his own, before Tristan responds in kind. The two go back and forth, trading shots until it looks like Dan is beginning to get the upper hand. The crowd hyping up as Herrera lands three in a row, and he runs back against the ropes for some momentum – only to be taken down by a discus clothesline! Ambrose levelling his opponent with that one, and he hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! The frustration is beginning to set in as Tristan stands over his opponent; the fans here in Richmond chanting for Herrera to get back into this one as he’s brought back to a vertical base once more. An Irish whip follows and Dan’s sent towards the corner before Ambrose follows him in – only to run right into a big boot! The crowd cheer as Ambrose staggers back, and Dan recomposes himself before charging out of the corner with a clothesline – NO! Tristan ducks under the arm and grabs his opponent with a rear waistlock, but Dan isn’t going to give up that easily. Feeling that second wind, Herrera fires off some back elbows to the head before he manages to counter with a go behind, and he lifts Tristan Ambrose up for the back suplex! Kris Cruise: Tristan Ambrose crashing to the mat, and it looks like Dan Herrera is right back in this one! Stephy Auger: It won’t last, Tristan will find a way back into this match. Both men scramble to get back to their feet, but it’s Ambrose who tries his luck as he lunges forward with a clothesline. But Dan ducks under the arm and counters with a dropkick that knocks Ambrose off his feet. Again, both men scramble to get back up, and again Dan hits another dropkick that sends Ambrose rolling out under the bottom rope. As he gets back up on the apron, Tristan is caught by a knee to the face. He manages to hold onto the ropes, and Dan drags him half into the ring before taking a run up to deliver a knee lift to the face! Ambrose is staggered on the apron as Herrera reaches over the ropes to grab hold of him, and hoist him up for a suplex. Dan manages to keep his opponent up in the air for a few seconds as the crowd begin to buzz in excitement once more, before Ambrose is once again brought crashing to the mat. And Dan crawls over to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . NO! Ambrose gets the shoulder up in time, and Dan looks disappointed. But he’s undeterred as he brings his opponent back to his feet and towards the corner. This time it’s Herrera who delivers repeated knife edge chops to the chest of his opponent until the referee intervenes. Tristan staggers out of the corner, and Dan is waiting for him; Herrera bends over to scoop his opponent up onto his shoulders before delivering the double leg slam in the center of the ring! Kris Cruise: Wit’s End! This could be it. Herrera hooks the leg as the referee makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! At ringside, Peaches is clapping her hands in encouragement as, on the other side of the ring, Alexander Cappotelli is telling Tristan to get back to his feet. Not that he has much choice as Dan brings him back to a vertical base. An Irish whip sends Tristan towards the corner, before Dan runs in after him. But Ambrose dodges the attack, and Dan hits the turnbuckle chest first. He staggers back a step, right into the waiting arms of his opponent, and Tristan connects with a German suplex! Stephy Auger: What a German suplex! Kris Cruise: Tristan Ambrose may have just bought himself some valuable time there. Both men are down momentarily, as the referee initiates the count out. But he only gets as far as five before Ambrose begins to stir, followed close behind by Herrera. Dan manages to get back to his knees, but his opponent is already standing as Tristan lets loose with the Lethal Dose! Herrera’s eyes roll back in his head but he remains upright as Ambrose collects himself again. He runs back against the ropes, looking for The Cure – NO! Dan rolls out of the way and up to his feet as he runs against the ropes himself, coming back with a spear! Kris Cruise: I felt that one from here! Ambrose goes down, but it doesn’t look like Dan can take advantage of it. Herrera crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself back up to his feet again as Tristan is still on the mat, clutching his midsection. Herrera head over and grabs his opponent in a rear waistlock, using that to bring Tristan back to a vertical base – but Cappotelli is up on the apron. The referee looks towards Cappotelli, telling him to get down off the apron – and he misses the low blow! Ambrose swinging his leg back up between Dan’s legs, and the former tag champion crumbles down to all fours. But Tristan seizes the opportunity as he runs against the ropes, coming back The Cure to drive Herrera face first into the mat! Cappotelli drops off the apron as the referee turns back to the action. Peaches shouting about the low blow as Tristan hooks a leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match…TRISTAN AMBROSE! “Dead and Gone” starts playing again as Ambrose exits the ring to celebrate his victory with his manager, while Peaches slides into the ring. She goes to check up on her husband, but not before casting an evil glare out towards The Resistance members. Stephy Auger: Looks like Tristan Ambrose has ruined Dan Herrera’s grand return, Cruise. Kris Cruise: Give the assist to Alexander Cappotelli, but Tristan and The Resistance escape with a win over the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad member tonight. Stephy Auger: The first of many to come. Kris Cruise: That remains to be seen, but I’m sure this is far from over between these teams. Peaches and Dan remain in the ring, both staring daggers at Tristan Ambrose and Alexander Cappotelli as they head back up the aisle, their arms raised in the air. The crowd here in Richmond booing loudly as The Resistance take a win back from their rivals.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:05:14 GMT -5
We get a view of the darkest part of the building in the Richmond Coliseum and standing alone in this part of the building is Seth Iser. The only thing shining down on him is one light. He’s practically dressed in a darker variation of his wrestling attire, it’s black and red...even the red shading on the attire is a little darker. He is also wearing rather than a jacket, a black Pittsburgh Pirates jersey with his last name adorned on it and by wearing it open it’s almost as if it’s an excuse to show off the fact that he’s continued to get into the best physical shape of his career/life. There is also a nice place around his waist for the FGA Pride championship that he wears and that sheen of gold that twinkles in even the darkest places. But it’s almost as if he’s expected the camera man as he takes a step toward him while also gesturing for him to come a little closer. Seth Iser: You know...all this talk about things that are inevitable when it comes from someone who isn’t well informed just comes across as unjustified arrogance and blister especially when they can’t even accept what some of the facts of the situation are. But more and more things are just revealed not just by action...but our inaction and how we justify it after the fact. Just the further we go along...the further our tag team champions prove how big of hypocrites they both are in their own way. An eerie calm in his voice as he just shakes his head and crosses his arms and almost lets out a sigh as if he is indeed disappointed. Seth Iser: I’ll get to Izzy’s transgressions in a minute but I have to say one thing to the number one contender who didn’t kick anybody’s ass to earn any of these World Title opportunities. Yes Fujiko, pay close attention since you have as much common as someone begging for a hand out for these chances. You revealed your intentions and how selfish you are when the first thing that came out of your mouth wasn’t ‘I hope Izzy is okay.’ when you instead spread more lies about me while also going on a tangent about how people are warning about Izzy turning on you...thing is...I see it completely different. Just like you seem to have an inability to comprehend that one...it’s even between us and two...well I have Izzy’s number in that ring at the moment...I’ll go ahead as your elder and clue you in on the reality since you’re so stuck up on yourself in your own hubris. Iser just takes a slight step to the side and you can hear the echo of where he steps in this dark room with the slightest illumination. Seth Iser: She isn’t turning on you. You’ve already turned on her by revealing your true intentions in that one sentence alone. It’s less about not helping Izzy when I burned her with the mist and more about what you said after words. You’re nothing more than a damn snake in the industry, one of the worst in the entire industry I’ve ever dealt with. And with what Izzy has done in recent weeks even...what would she do to you when she figures out that you already turned on her thanks to your own ego. And I look forward to what happens after the fact when that reality sets in for both of you...and don’t get mad at me after the fact because you keep slinging mud in my direction because I’ll only have the words ‘I told you so.’ when the inevitable happens. Seth then pauses for a moment. Seth Iser: Before I go on to the biggest topic of all of this...I also want Piper Lennon to hear this part close: I haven’t forgotten about you either young lady. You’re also treading in dangerous waters poking the bear with Marlon Cure and you pissed him off bad enough that in a pick your poison situation...he picked me to face you. Seth then just shakes his head in disgust. Seth Iser: I’m not going to be near as kind as Marlon if you even think about trying some of the things you’ve done. One, I’m spoken for with a beautiful pre-ance. And two...I’ll just break your damned hand within the confines of our rules because...you, just like Fujiko and Izzy for that matter...need to have a lesson in respect. And for you class will be in session. Now… And then Seth’s face darkens into something utterly evil as if this particular person has been screaming out in his brain for a while now. Seth Iser: And to you Izzy Anders…the woman I’ve declared war on… The anger on his face more than bubbles over and morphs his face into something that just pierces through with all of his hatred. Seth Iser: The woman that got fired for attacking someone higher up on the food chain is still very much in you considering what you did to my brother Vincent Moretti. That path to try to redeem yourself? You fooled the people, I’ll grant you that. You fooled the sheep that buy the tickets but you didn’t fool me. You took the dishonorable approach in breaking his leg showing everything about your own redemption...that’s a damned lie. And you don’t lie to people like me. Nor do you make someone like me your enemy...but you’ve done both. But I’m sure you’re wondering a question ever since I burned your eyes...what the hell is Two Falls of Honor? For a brief moment you can see Seth’s face form a smirk after he asks that question as he straightened himself and just glares at the camera the moment that smirk disappears from his mouth while he also taps the gold around his waist. Seth Iser: It’s our battleground. You want the Pride Title on the line don’t you? Right? It means quite a lot to me this championship...the first one I’ve won in this company and a sign that my own hard work is worth it as well as a nice addition to my own legacy. As a champion...that is indeed my duty to defend this title. But the rules of war? It’s simple. It’s almost a test of our own honor in a way. Something I fought Matt Slater in six years ago...and won...but how you win? It’s really simple. Seth just brushes some of the hair from his face so you get a better view of how angry he really is before he continues. Seth Iser: It has one similarity to Pride Title matches to begin with: you have to beat your opponent twice. But there aren’t any rope breaks, hell there aren’t any disqualifications. The only limits are our imaginations. But you have to win one of your falls by pinfall and the other by submission. That’s the rules of the match. It’s very simple. And why would I agree to something that wouldn’t have any disqualifications knowing YOUR history considering some of the heinous things you’ve done in this company? And then there’s a laugh, but it’s not exactly because he’s having a good time. It’s more along the lines of he’s furious but that’s the outlet to let it out rather than screaming and yelling. Seth Iser: Look at my own history even from the days when I was dubbed an actual Apocalypse not to mention I’m one of the most devious men who has ever played our game in this industry and I don’t shy away from that title. Every little quasi-legal to illegal submission hold that I know in a situation like this with no disqualifications...well...I’ll gladly torture you with those. Plus if you decide to introduce a weapon like a pipe or a chair...well, I wouldn’t hesitate there either but...but… Seth just raises his index finger. Seth Iser: The real reason? For what you did to Moretti and what you’ve also done to me of late...for what I want to do to you...if I were to execute it all entirely in my brain...I’d be sharing a jail cell with Jimmy Page. So with that all in mind and that being the stakes Izzy...the ball is in YOUR court now. Want to go to war with one of the most devious and dangerous men the industry has ever seen with those parameters? Tick tock...I’ll be waiting on that answer. And with that Seth just walks off and the illumination in the room burns out as we go into darkness. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:06:10 GMT -5
• Tag Team Match •
Dom Harter & Annie Zellor vs. Saturnian Connection I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena, and the boos start almost immediately. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter and Annie Zellor step out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face, as Annie poses in front of him; she’s crouched down with her biceps flexed, their matching leather jackets and bandanas visible for all to see. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 260 pounds! They are the team of Dom Harter and Annie Zellor… THE TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW! They begin to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction that are coming from the fans. Annie leads the way, taunting the fans and playing to the camera as she goes. J.A. Aldridge: Their opponents, currently in the ring! They are Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter and Jillian Clay, THE SATURNIAN CONNECTION! The smirking Harter follows closely behind, strolling confidently as he looks out across their ‘adoring’ fans. He climbs up the ring steps first, and holds the ropes opens for Annie to enter the ring. Once inside the squared circle, Annie climbs up to the middle rope and slips her leather jacket off her shoulders, posing for a moment. On the other side of the ring, Harter has climbed the opposite turnbuckle, posing with an arm up in the air. The pair step down from the turnbuckle and removes their jackets and bandanas, sharing a quick kiss together before heading to their corner. Kris Cruise: Dom Harter is still peeved that our GM, Jenevieve Geroux is “letting” Evan Envi “duck” him! Not only that, but he’ll have to go through 29 other grapplers between Vertigo and Flashpoint if he wants that elusive World Title shot! Stephy Auger: Well if anyone can do it, it’s Dommy! He’s won two Gold Rush Rumbles before! He can do it again! Kris Cruise: Yeah, well “Dommy” seemed none too pleased when his fiancé Annie Zellor made it clear that SHE was going to win the Gold Rush Rumble! Stephy Auger: Please, you’re just blowing that out of proportion. Kris Cruise: No, actually, I’m not! It was written all over his face. The question is, how will The Tenacious Wrecking Crew coexist knowing that they may have to turn on one another in the Rumble? Stephy Auger: Dom and Annie won’t be turning on each other. That’s what you and the rest of these fans want. There’s no infighting in The New Murder. Kris Cruise: Dom Harter would stab Annie Zellor in the back to win the Rumble and you know it. I just wonder if his bride to be is wise enough to know it? Oh who am I kidding. She’s the one wanting to marry Harter so she’s clearly not thinking straight. Stephy Auger: Why don’t you say that a little louder and watch what happens to you! The bell sounds as Annie Zellor and Nando Fresno are starting this off for their respective teams. Instead of locking up, Zellor puts her hands up to slow things down. Bad Bad Annie Z slowly makes her way over towards Fresno and tries to talk things over with him. The crowd lets out some strong boos as Zellor puts her hand out for a handshake. Kris Cruise: The Saturnian Connection haven’t forgotten that once upon a time, The Tenacious Wrecking Crew screwed them out of those NKP Tag Titles! Stephy Auger: Why are you bringing up ancient history, Cruise! Zellor takes her free hand and places it over her heart to let Fresno know how sorry she is for The Tenacious Wrecking Crew screwing The Saturnian Connection over a while back. Stephy Auger: Look at that, Cruise! The pain! The anguish! The guilt! She’s so sorry! Kris Cruise: Oh everyone knows that Annie is sorry, alright! Fresno turns and sees Harter on the apron. The Tenacious Little Bastard puts his hands over his heart and says, “bygones!” Fresno looks back at Zellor. Zellor pouts out her lip, which causes Fresno to grimace and purse his lips. Stephy Auger: Look! Fresno is falling for it ERRRRR, I MEAN… Kris Cruise: ...I’m sorry, say that again? Stephy Auger: Say what? I didn’t say anything! The Alien Hunter is seen with his hands on his hips. He starts to pace back and forth as he’s torn over shaking Zellor’s hand. Fresno turns to the crowd. They quickly let Fresno know their thoughts. NO!
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NO! Kris Cruise: Don’t do it, Fresno! Annie Zellor is up to no good! Stephy Auger: Hey! If he wants to accept the apology, then let him accept the apology! Don’t try and bully Nando Fresno like Fujiko Mine bullied our Chief, Evan Envi! When Fresno turns back to Zellor, she lets him know not to listen to them and instead, listen to her. She even puts her free hand behind her back to assure him that she’s not going to cheapshot him. Fresno sighs before slowly reaching out… and shaking Zellor’s hand. Stephy Auger: Aaaaawwww, would you look at that! Bygones! The two continue to shake hands until Zellor quickly puts her hand from around her back. She goes to pop Fresno right in the kisser. But The Alien Hunter was able to duck! When Fresno stands back up, his eyes widen before narrowing them at Zellor. A look of concern grows on Zellor’s face while Fresno shakes her head at him. Kris Cruise: That’s why you can never trust Annie Zellor! Fresno quickly takes control of Zellor’s wrist and wrenches her arm. The cheers continues when Fresno wrenches the arm again… and again… and again… and again… and again! Fresno drags Zellor over towards the Saturnian Connection corner before tagging in Jillian Clay. Once Clay gets in, she takes control of Zellor’s arm and wrenches it over and over and over again! The cheers continue while Zellor can be heard wailing. She pleads for Clay to stop. But Clay pays her no mind and continues to wrench the arm over and over! After dragging Zellor back over into the corner, she tags Fresno back in. Once Fresno gets in, the Saturnian Connection brings Zellor towards the center of the ring before sending her flipping down to the mat with a double spinning arm wrench takedown. Fresno makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zellor kicks out. Fresno takes Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor returns, Fresno knocks her off her feet with a spinning heel kick! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zellor kicks out. Fresno moves Zellor into the corner before hitting her with Holyfield-esque jabs and hooks to the body! After Zellor is sent into the far corner with an irish whip, Fresno runs over and jumps from the center of the ring. The crowd gasps when Zellor moves out of the way. Instead of crashing into the corner, Fresno lands safely on the middle ropes. He then hops up onto the top turnbuckle. Bounces in the air, turns, lands back on the top turnbuckle, jumps off and then knocks Zellor back down with a missile dropkick! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Zellor kicks out. Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for The Saturnian Connection! They’ve controlled this match since Zellor tried to to cheapshot Fresno! Once the arm is wrenched again, Fresno drags Zellor into the corner before tagging Clay back in. Clay takes control of the arm, wrenches it and whips Zellor into the far ropes. When Zellor returns, she sees Clay setting up for a back body drop. The crowd boos when Zellor takes Clay by the hair and throws her down with a mat slam! Kris Cruise: Dirty move there by Zellor. Clay clutches the back of her hand while Zellor tries to shake off the pain in her arm. She then goes over and puts the boots to Clay. Bad Bad Annie Z then drags Clay over towards the corner and holds her in place while tagging in Dom Harter. Stephy Auger: Dommy’s in! The crowd erupts with boos when The Tenacious Little Bastard enters the ring. He picks up where Zellor left off by putting the boots to Clay. After Clay is brought back to her feet, she’s sent into the ropes. When Clay returns, Harter throws out a right hand… but Clay’s able to slide through his legs. Once Harter turns around, he throws out a discus lariat. Once again, Clay is able to duck out of the way. When Harter turns around, he gets brought to the mat with a headscissors takedown! Clay makes the cover. ONE! . . Harter kicks out. Clay takes Harter and sets up for an irish whip. But The Tenacious Little Bastard is quick to reverse, sending her into the ropes. When Clay comes back, Harter goes for a back body drop. However, Clay slips down from behind before bringing Harter back down to the mat with a somersault shoulder jawbreaker! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Clay takes Harter and this time is able to send him into the ropes. When Harter returns, he gets doubled over with a boot to the gut before being brought down with a rolling neckbreaker. Clay makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Clay! Dom coming in hasn’t shifted the momentum for The Tenacious Wrecking Crew! Stephy Auger: It’s still early, Cruise! There’s plenty of match left. Kris Cruise: Not at this rate... Clay takes Harter, heads into the corner and slams him face-first onto the top turnbuckle before tagging Fresno back in. Once Fresno gets in, he turns Harter around and pops him with multiple jabs to the face. He then brings Harter from out of the corner and knocks him against the ropes with rapid palm strikes and chops to the face and neck. He then sends The Tenacious Little Bastard into the far ropes. The cheers continue when Fresno connects with a dropsault, sending Harter through the ropes and to the floor. While Harter tries to pick himself up on the outside, Fresno starts to get the crowd hyped up. The Alien Hunter then turns and heads into the far ropes. When Fresno comes back, the crowd boos when Zellor cuts him off with a springboard crossbody block off the top rope! Kris Cruise: Zellor just saved Harter from being on the wrong end of a dive to the outside! After Harter rolls back inside, Zellor takes Fresno and whips him into the corner. She then runs over, jumps on top of Fresno and then throws him out of the corner with a money flip. Fresno then flips through the air and lands on Harter’s shoulders. After Harter catches him, the leader of the New Murder rushes towards the corner and delivers the Fuckboi Bomb MK II (Turnbuckle Powerbomb)! The crowd boos as Fresno slumps down in the corner. Kris Cruise: OH, WHAT A MOVE BY HARTER! He was able to catch Fresno in the air after the monkey flip and follow up with a buckle bomb in the corner! Harter then heads over and starts giving Fresno gentle kicks to the face while asking him, “you dead?” At the first sign of life from Fresno, Harter reaches down, pulls him up by his dreads and then whips him into the far corner. The Tenacious Little Bastard then charges across the ring before nearly knocking the wind out of Fresno with doubles knees in the corner! While Fresno is doubled over, Harter drags him from out of the corner by his dreads before spiking him with a pulling piledriver! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fresno gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Harter drops him right on his head with that piledriver for a two count! Stephy Auger: What were you saying before, Cruise? That the Tenacious Wrecking Crew were well on their way to losing this match? WELL LOOK AT ‘EM NOW! Harter heads over and tags Zellor back in. Once Zellor gets in, Harter goes over and lifts Fresno up across his shoulders. On cue, Zellor runs over towards Harter before The Tenacious Wrecking Crew brings Fresno down with a Samoan Drop/corkscrew neckbreaker combo! Zellor makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fresno gets his shoulder up. Zellor heads over and tags Harter back in. After Harter takes Fresno and lifts him up onto his shoulders, The Tenacious Wrecking Crew delivers a Powerbomb/double knee backbreaker combo! The boos continue as Harter makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fresno gets his shoulder up. Harter heads over and tags Zellor back in. After Zellor steps back in, Harter lifts her up onto his shoulders before throwing her off with a Doomsday Toss. Zellor grabs a hold of Fresno in the air before bringing him down with a Flying Codebreaker Hold. While Fresno is being held in place, Harter rushes over before executing a running senton! The boos continue as Zellor makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . The crowd cheers when Clay breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back. Kris Cruise: Jillian Clay was there for the timely save! Stephy Auger: She’s just delaying the inevitable. While Clay heads back out to the apron, Zellor takes Fresno and whips him into the corner. After connecting with a discus clothesline, Zellor goes to deliver a running bulldog out of the corner when Fresno shoves her off into the ropes. When Zellor returns, the crowd boos when she brings Fresno down with a Sling Blade! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Fresno gets his shoulder up. Zellor pulls up Fresno back to his feet by his dreads. She then delivers shoot kicks to the left and right leg, then a side kick to the midsection, followed by a bicycle knee that rocks him. While Fresno is dazed, Zellor turns and hits the ropes. When Zellor returns, the crowd cheers when Fresno knocks her down with a somersault axe kick! Kris Cruise: Fresno just caught Zellor with that kick out of nowhere! That stopped her momentum right in its tracks! Stephy Auger: C’mon Annie, get back up! Clay can be seen slapping the top turnbuckle before holding her arm out of the tag. Fresno turns over and crawls towards his corner while Zellor is still sprawled out on the mat after the kick. Kris Cruise: Zellor is down! She hasn’t moved a muscle since getting kicked in the head! Fresno continues to pull himself across the mat. He then slowly returns to a vertical base. Fresno slowly makes his way over towards the Sat Con corner… before Zellor comes out of nowhere and drives him down with a leapfrog into a one-handed bulldog! The crowd erupts with boos when Zellor gets up in front of Clay and wags her finger at her. Stephy Auger: You thought it was over! Zellor takes Fresno, moves him into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Fresno around, Zellor sends him slumping down in the corner with multiple shoot kicks to the chest. After stepping back past the center of the ring, Zellor charges forward before throwing herself at Fresno with the Sparklebutt (running butt bump to cornered opponent)! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Fresno rolls out of the way, causing Zellor to crash into the corner! Kris Cruise: Nobody was home! Stephy Auger: GAH! Zellor staggers forward before dropping down on all fours. Meanwhile, Fresno turns over into the prone position. Both grapplers can be seen pulling themselves towards their respective corners. Kris Cruise: Harter and Clay are looking for the tag! Who’s going to get it first? Fresno continues to pull himself across the mat while Zellor decides to roll over towards the Tenacious Wrecking Crew corner. Boos follow when she reaches up and tags Harter back in. The Fratboy Assassin steps in through the ropes and marches across the ring to cut Fresno off. But he’s too late. Fresno dives over and tags Clay back in! Clay then springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks Harter down with a corkscrew moonsault! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. An irish whip by Harter is reversed, sending her into the ropes. When Clay returns, Harter lifts her up across his shoulders for a Ushigoroshi. Before he can deliver the move, Clay counters with multiple elbows to the side of the head. She then slips down from behind before bringing Harter to the mat with a Sleeper Slam! After turning Harter into the prone position, Clay comes back with the Bestrafen (running knee drop to the back of the head)! She then pushes Harter over before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Clay takes hold of Harter before bringing him back down with a DDT! She then heads towards the corner before climbing up onto the middle ropes. Once Harter gets back to his feet, Clay goes for a diving forearm. But Harter’s able to counter into a snap powerslam! The boos continue after he sends Clay into the ropes. When Clay comes back, Harter throws her down with the Fuckboi Bomb MK I (pop-up powerbomb)! While Clay is sprawled out on the mat, Harter quickly turns, darts over and knocks Fresno off the apron and to the floor with a yakuza kick! He then heads across the ring and tags Zellor back in, who wastes no time scaling to the top before leaping up and dropping a diving elbow across Clay. The Tenacious Wrecking Crew then sends Clay into the ropes. When she returns, she’s brought down with Cross Bones Styles (Flapjack/Codebreaker)! Zellor makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this bout, the TENACIOUS WRECKING CREW! |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:06:33 GMT -5
Our cameras open on the backstage area… on the face of the stoic, closed-eyed FGA World Champion, Evan Envi. A deafening, almost-ninety-percent negative reaction echoes throughout the live audience as our cameras pan out, eventually revealing that the Chief is dressed in a black tee which reads “I’d rather be in San Clemente” and a pair of black-and-purple joggers, seated cross-legged on top of a medicine ball, apparently in the midst of mediation in the otherwise quiet room… Until-- Voice: EVAN! Envi’s eyes slowly open and he wobbles atop the blue medicine ball before planting his feet, steadying himself instead of crashing to the ground. Ricky Valero comes storming into the picture uncomposed and fuming. Evan Envi: ...yooo… Ricky Valero: I’ve been trying to call you. I texted you too, dude. Since when do you turn your phone off before we meet up? Evan lowers his hands to his sides, patting the areas on his legs where pockets would have normally existed before exhaling loudly and giving Ricky an apologetic shake of the head. Evan Envi: Must’ve forgotten to turn it on after I got in. My bad. Wasn’t even entirely sure if you were gonna be here tonight. Envi offers Ricky a nonchalant shrug before he moves past him, toward the small locker area in the corner of the room where his phone sits in plain sight. As if to prove a point, Envi grabs his iPhone, powering it on in front of Valero, who shoots him a long gaze, evidently unimpressed. Ricky Valero: Why wouldn’t I be here tonight? Evan looks exasperated. Evan Envi: I dunno. You weren’t scheduled to be. And… A small shrug. Evan Envi: Last week didn’t exactly end the way you were sayi… The Chief trails off, choosing to alter his direction. Evan Envi: ...didn’t end the way we were hoping it would. I definitely wouldn’t have held it against you if you needed a week off to regroup. Y’know? I mean. I would’ve if I were you. Valero looks astonished, taking a step back without even realizing while the live audience utters a deep “ooooohhh…”Ricky Valero: Wh...what the hell is that even supposed to mean, Evan? Because as far as I can recall I have always been here. I have always had your back. So why would tonight be any different? Valero sucks his teeth, his blue eyes locked on his fellow Good Guy as he paces the floor. Ricky Valero: And if you must know, I actually got here early. I wanted to get here and go talk to Geroux, try to do you a favor, and I don’t know, maybe give someone other than Fujiko Mine a title opportunity on this show. Maybe save this show from becoming the same kind of disaster we ditched Flashpoint for last year, you know? Evan nods, gaze downcast. Evan Envi: Appreciated. And how’d it go? Ricky narrows his eyes, providing all the response the World Champion needs. Evan nods again, taking a breath. Evan Envi: Thanks for being here, Ricky. But… like I said… this isn’t gonna go away unless I make it go away my way. Fujiko is convinced that every single time we square up, she’s got my number. And I can’t prove her wrong when I’ve got people storming into my matches, giving her more and more ammo. I just… you don’t need to get worked up about it. Alright? I’ve got some things in motion. Valero’s brows arch at the statement. Envi slaps a hand on Ricky’s shoulder with a confident smirk. Evan Envi: You said I’ve gone soft, but the Chief’s got a plan. A pause. Ricky Valero: “The Chief’s got a plan.”Valero repeats the words in a quieter, emotionless tone, a thoughtful expression on his face. With a deep exhale, Valero clasps his hands together. Ricky Valero: I hope so. A wider shot reveals the FGA World Championship, sitting atop a chair and a hoodie as if a makeshift throne. Valero’s gaze falls on the title and lingers there for a moment before he turns back to his stablemate, gesturing toward him. Ricky Valero: I really do. With another shot at the FGA World Title, Ricky turns, moving out of frame as our camera pans in on Evan Envi. The Chief folds his arms, gaze downcast again as our scene fades to black. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:06:50 GMT -5
Oh hey, it's Piper Lennon sitting on the edge of a catering table backstage danglin her legs in the air, because of course she is.
Piper Lennon: Ooh, so this is exciting; this whole pick your poison deal. Kind of a high stakes game of one-upsmanship, a real adrenaline rush.
She waves a hand in front of her face as if she's getting flushed.
Piper Lennon: Although I'm not sure Marlo got the whole point of this. Giving me a little go round with Iser. Like, a big bearded dirty dude from Kentucky or West Virginia or whatever. It's like I'm meeting a real-life drifter, scrapping with him over a piece of chicken in a railroad car. That's living life, that's experiencing the World. Guess Marlo thought he'd give me a present, letting his passions get the best of him again.
A loud sigh.
Piper Lennon: I can't judge him, uncomfortable as his advances make me, inappropriate as the whole age difference is. Could never fault someone living their life to the fullest, buuuttt I'm afraid I can't be as nice with my selection. I gotta play the game, y'know?
Piper shrugs.
Piper Lennon: So the question is 'why Jenny One Hundred', why not someone bigger, someone more accomplished here in FGA? Honestly the answer is pretty straightforward, pretty simple. Her whole deal is she hits people with a baseball bat. That's it, that's what I want Marlo to wrangle with. Not someone who's gonna be dealing with their ego trying to trade wrestling moves. Someone with a temper that's liable to try and smash his head in.
She flashes a wide smile.
Piper Lennon: But that's a good thing for him if he makes it out, not a bad thing. Because if he can really embrace that moment, really carpe diem the crap out of it, he'll have walked a mile in my shoes-- which would be kinda weird if women's shoes fit him but moving on-- and he just might be ready to be my next challenger.
With that slight dig towards the Mid-Atlantic Champ, Piper waves and giggles as the scene cuts elsewhere.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:07:17 GMT -5
Cutting backstage we find Jenevieve Geroux sitting in her office in the process of addressing a member of the Vertigo roster, and as she does so she’s all business - deploying a firm tone as she is quick and to the point in getting her point across
Jenevieve Geroux: …as you have probably guessed I have not invited you into my office for a pleasant chat, and because I have a show to run I will get right to the point: I have no interest in an endless cycle of rematches so, when a champion drops their belt, they go to the back of the queue and have to earn the right to win them back – and that’s exactly what you will have to do.
For a moment there’s a silence in the air as the weight of Jenevieve’s ruling hangs in the air, but it does not take long before the silence turns to a frosty chill as we learn who she has been speaking to as we see Sara Mason sitting in front of Jenevieve’s desk looking as if she is weighing up the pros and cons of ramming her GM’s head into the desk as many times as she can before it gets boring, while stood at the back of the room is Erin Mariani taking a long drag on her vaping pen while fixing her eyes on Jenevieve
Erin Mariani: …how interesting.
Letting out a cloud of vapour, Mariani tilts her head to one side as she looks in Jenevieve’s direction, her eyes flooded with outright contempt, although her words are not dripping with venom…at least not yet
Erin Mariani: And, pray tell, when you were informed this would be your approach to title matches did those informing you of the decision you were going to take look uncannily like a pair of people desperately trying to convince themselves they wouldn’t sink a blade into the others’ jugular the second they had no further use for them?
Raising a finger, Jenevieve is not taking Mariani’s inferences lightly
Jenevieve Geroux: If you are trying to suggest that I’m planning to let Izzy & Fujiko walk away without granting you your rematch, I’ll remind you that you wouldn’t be in this position if you did not lose at Revelations.
Erin Mariani: And I will remind you that the pair have said they would be fighting champions, and yet we are being informed that their first order of business is to do anything in their power to not grant a rematch. Does that not sound contradictory to you?
Jenevieve Geroux: Think what you want, but I have chosen Delikado & Susan Kent as the next contenders, and both Fujiko and Izzy agree that they are deserving challengers so they get the nod.
The sound of a pair of fingers snapping distracts Jenevieve from what she was saying
Sara Mason: And there it is, they agree with your choice. So much for your fighting champions, they needed whatever excuse they could find to get away from us so they could tell themselves they “won.”
Jenevieve Geroux: Don’t try and claim conspiracy with me! Ever since you debuted on this brand all you have done is plot, scheme and connive your way to skip ahead of the rest of this brand’s tag team division.
Erin Mariani: I believe that means…how did you put it? Oh yes, we “created drama”, something you said you would reward. And yet now you say we should not have done that because it is inconvenient to you…
Sara Mason: …or whoever you wish to have as the faces of your brand…
Erin Mariani: …so we are not claiming any form of conspiracy, we are merely finding it impossible to comprehend why you are so willing to insult our intelligence and believe that we will accept it. You cannot claim that you want your roster to give you reason to reward them as you aim to make your show run smoothly one minute, and the next you say that a member of your roster should keep their mouths shut as you find a new trinket to play with and assume this will not affect any plans going forward.
Jenevieve Geroux: It is not wise of you to threaten me.
Sara Mason: Why? What are you going to do? Revoke our right to a rematch? You’ve already done that, so you have nothing to dangle over our heads if you want to keep us in line. Or are you going to “punish” us by extending our contracts by six months in case you were worried about us jumping to Flashpoint?
Erin Mariani: The point is that you made your decision as you were thinking only of hearing the crowd cheer when your chosen pairing were given a leg-up, and you neglected to consider the wider picture. You say you want to see us work our way up, yet you have shown that what really “earns” your way into consideration is a couple of wins here and a pair of champions who will yay or nay who they believe to be the rightful contenders there, and believe us, we know the perfect way to tilt the scales back in our favour.
Jenevieve Geroux: I already warned you, do not threaten me.
Sara Mason: Don’t worry, we weren’t threatening you…
Mason can’t help but chuckle at Jenevieve after saying this, with a faint hint of a twinkle appearing in her dark eyes
Erin Mariani: …we were just suggesting that, if we are not permitted our rematch, why should we allow anybody else the opportunity to take what is ours? Because that’s what would happen if your hand-picked team did just that, we would be out of contention until the three of you decided to humour us with a title match.
Staying silent for a moment, not out of shock or surprise by rather the need for a second to avoid blowing a gasket, Jenevieve places the palm of her hand flat on her table and resists the urge to slam it down on the tabletop to cut off Silk & Cyanide’s attempts to control the current narrative – and when she’s composed herself, she speaks with a lowered voice with a pause between every word to make damn sure what she says is clear and cannot be misinterpreted
Jenevieve Geroux: Let me make one thing abundantly clear to the pair of you: if you attempt to leverage your way into this title match by attacking members of either team before their match has taken place, you will be gone from this company. Not just Vertigo, but I will personally make sure you are blacklisted from this company. Do I make myself clear?
Jenevieve looks at the two Silk & Cyanide members with a firm look in order to get her point across, expecting to have knocked some sense or even respect into them – but instead she’s faced with the sight of Sara Mason snickering right in front of her
Sara Mason: No physical harm shall come to any of them before their match begins. Gotcha.
Mason turns and shares a conspiratorial look with Mariani, who in turn raises her head and looks in Jenevieve’s direction and it’s abundantly clear she has already formulated some kind of plan for the duo to enact
Erin Mariani: You have made your decision, and we shall graciously honour your intentions.
Resisting the urge to chuckle in Jenevieve’s face, Mariani backs towards the door as Mason rises from the chair and heads for the door herself, and the very second the pair have walked out of her office she can audibly her them discussing their plan of attack.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:07:48 GMT -5
• Pick Your Poison •
Marlon Cure’s Pick
Seth Iser vs. Piper Lennon J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title bout scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first… The arena lights dim as the instrumental version of Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street" begins to play. A few moments pass before Piper Lennon ambles out from behind the curtain, pausing at the top of the ramp to survey her surroundings. J.A. Aldridge: From La Jolla, California, she is PIIIIPER LENNNOOONNN! She zigs and zags, taking her time as she makes her way down the ramp, taking everything in but not paying the fans any particular mind. After circling halfway around the ring, she removes her jacket and camera, leaving them at the timekeeper's area. She stops in front of the announce desk, leaning back against it and staring up at the ceiling. Only then does she pick the pace up, lurching forward and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring, then popping up to her feet. She takes her corner, slouching back and drumming her fingers as she waits for the match to begin. J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent… 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 with the championship around his waist. He starts walking down to the ring...glare etched on his face and listening to the fans boo him. J.A. Aldridge: Hailing from Morgantown, West Virginia, he is the reigning FGA Pride Champion… SEEETH IIIISER! 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 retreats to his corner while taking off the gold around his waist and taking a seat in the corner while putting the championship over his shoulder while waiting until it's time to hand the gold to the ref for the match. Kris Cruise: The last time we saw Seth Iser in the ring, he was hellbent on brutalizing the former Pride Champion. Both of these Grapplers have very different paths ahead of them, but tonight, the goal isn’t unique-- win. Gain momentum. Gain the psychological edge over Marlon Cure, over Izzy Anders-- Stephy Auger: Izzy is already in poor Seth’s head. He said it himself! Keep it together, Seth! Iser leans through the ropes, handing the FGA Pride Championship to the timekeeper, fixing a cold gaze on him all the while. As Iser stands upright, the ref calls for the bell and Iser turns around, breaking into a sprint to charge at Piper Lennon-- but his smaller opponent anticipates it, intercepting Iser with a Gamengiri! Kris Cruise: Seth Iser just tried to rush Piper Lennon at the start of the match and I think it just backfired! Iser throws his hands over his face as the audience erupts, but he’s sent staggering into the ropes with a push kick to the chest! He swings wildly upon the rebound and Lennon ducks, rising upright to nail a cross chop to the throat! Iser stumbles back against the ropes again and Lennon takes a few strides back-- before sprinting forward and smashing into the Pride Champion with a Cactus Elbow! Iser lands roughly on the floor below while Lennon catches herself on the apron, clutching onto the middle rope! Kris Cruise: Are we about to see Seth Iser get upset again live on Vertigo?! Stephy Auger: No! Why would you even joke about something like that?! He’s just getting started! Kris Cruise: Piper Lennon’s had her eyes on another champion for the past few months but right now, she’s showing Marlon Cure exactly what she’s capable of. Seth Iser is reeling outside the ring! Iser staggers to his feet… and Piper sprints across the apron, driving a boot into his chest with a running soccer kick! Iser seethes, clutching his chest in pain, but he remains unmoved. With a glare, he uses his other arm to sweep at Piper’s legs-- but she jumps over his arm and clear off the apron with a flying knee strike between the champion’s eyes! Iser crashes to the ground, eyes glossy in a daze as the audience pops for Lennon’s offense. Kris Cruise: I’m not sure this is the style I expected from Piper Lennon, but considering the size difference and the ability of the Pride Champion, this is a good move. Stephy Auger: And unpredictability! Don’t forget that! Don’t forget that Iser could turn this whole thing around at any moment. Kris Cruise: You say “unpredictability” but I bet Izzy Anders would use a few different words to describe Seth Iser. Stephy Auger: And I’m deaf to all of them. The champion is back to his feet within seconds, trying to cover up as Lennon throws jabs and forearms, oddly timed, trying to aim for the areas of the neck and jaw that Iser fails to protect. She hits a thunderous knife-edged chop that catches Iser across the neck, earning a positive response from the fans closest to ringside! Piper goes to follow up with another cross chop to the throat, seeing Iser exposed-- but Iser strides forward and drives a knee into Lennon’s gut! The air audibly leaves Lennon’s lungs and she hunches over, allowing Iser to nail a European Uppercut… and then a second one that takes Lennon off of her feet! She’s quick to scramble back upright, nailing a stiff right hand across the jaw of Iser, earning a warning from the referee-- but Iser responds with a vicious Lariat, driving Piper to the floor! Kris Cruise: GOD… Stephy Auger: Exactly! The referee rolls out of the ring to check on Lennon, taking just a couple of seconds before ultimately deciding to begin administering the ten count, but Iser yanks Piper up by her hair and slides her into the ring by the count of two, following after her with an unflinching gaze fixed on her. Stephy Auger: Nothing against Piper, I guess, but the end of this story writes itself. Just take a look into the eyes of Seth Iser! Piper Lennon, sorry about your lu--! As Iser steps through the ropes, he strides toward Piper… who pushes herself up and lunges forward, hitting the champion with an open hand chop, catching him square across his nose! The shot stuns Iser-- and Piper pulls him into a Small Package! The ref drops down, immediately making the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH--! Emphatically, Iser powers out, springing to his feet! Kris Cruise: Seth Iser almost got caught! Shades of his match against Nando Fresno there! Lennon is up to her feet just two seconds after Iser. Iser charges for a running elbow, but Lennon ducks beneath the strike and shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring. As she rebounds, Iser pivots and throws out a sudden Discus Clothesline! Kris Cruise: Piper avoids disaster there! Piper ducks right beneath the arm of the stronger Iser and shoots the ropes once more, returning for a leaping Leg Lariat-- Stephy Auger: He caught her! Iser shoots Piper up into the air-- only to catch her on the way down and drive her to the canvas with Spinebuster! Piper’s mouth opens in a silent “O” of pain and Iser rolls over her, hooking both legs while the audience buzzes. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR... ! Kris Cruise: Piper Lennon pops her shoulder off the mat at the last possible second! Stephy Auger: Hate to say it, but she’s delaying the inevitable here. Seth Iser will not be denied! Seth sits on his knees, muttering something to the referee as he shakes his head. He stands upright and goes to bring Piper up by a handful of hair— but she swats his hands away, falling back to her knees. Iser glares and tries to pull Piper up with a handful of hair again… but again, he’s swatted away. Iser glares and reaches down, spinning Piper around and applying a rear waist lock. He hoists her up for a German Suplex, but Piper throws alternating elbows back, each one landing flush! Iser stumbles back, dropping Lennon, who turns around and lands a Step-Up Enzuigiri! Kris Cruise: The Pride Champion is reeling… Piper follows up with a Sitout Jawbreaker! Seth throws his hands over his mouth as Piper rolls to her knees. She staggers back into the corner as she reaches her feet— before charging forward and delivering the leaping Leg Lariat she’d missed earlier! This time Iser is driven to the mat, flipping head over heels from the impact! He staggers to his feet and into the corner. As soon as he turns around, Lennon rushes forward and blasts his skull with a Leaping Bionic Elbow in the corner! Iser stumbles out of the corner, but Lennon stays on him, taking him to the canvas with a Side Russian Leg Sweep! She rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up, eyes locked on the champion. Stephy Auger: Seth, get it together! Kris Cruise: He can’t catch a break! The Pride Champion has been cut off every time he’s started to mount offense. You can almost feel Izzy Anders watching Iser’s every move and maybe he feels it too. But alternatively, Piper Lennon is fighting her best fight right now, perhaps under the watchful eye of Marlon Cure. Piper is forced to catch her breath, leaning against the ropes, but as soon as Iser is upright, Piper sprints forward and nails a Jumping Neckbreaker Slam! She rolls into a cover, hooking the far leg, leaning deep across the shoulders! ONE . . . . Stephy Auger: Shoulder up at one! Seth Iser has the heart of a champion, Cruise! Iser pushes Piper off, but the photographer is on her feet within seconds! She hits the ropes, returning to Iser just as he sits upright— and nails a running knee square to the face, sending a CRACK! echoing throughout the arena to the delight of the audience! Spit goes flying everywhere as Iser slams back-first to the mat, spread-eagled. Kris Cruise: That might’ve been a knockout shot! Lennon throws herself into another cover, hooking the far leg, grapevining the near one. This time, many in the audience rallying against Iser count along with the official! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! Iser throws his shoulder up, flinging himself onto his stomach while the audience comes alive, a mixed reaction surging throughout the Richmond Coliseum! Piper, for her part, looks focused as ever, backing into the corner, watching as Iser pushes himself up to his feet. Piper steps through the ropes, out to the apron. She takes a short breath before ascending to the top turnbuckle. As Iser turns around, Piper leaps from the top, sailing to the center of the ring for a Diving Elbow to her standing opponent… Kris Cruise: Oh--! ...but Iser steps to the side while snatching Piper’s arched arm out of the air. He drives her to the canvas with what looks like a modified Half-Nelson before transitioning into the Rings of Saturn, drawing a deafening groan from the crowd. Kris Cruise: How?! Stephy Auger: By being a freaking champion! The Dream Eater is locked in! The Richmond audience members rise to their feet, many willing Piper to the ropes out of sheer hatred for Iser! Piper’s face turns a deep shade of red as she tries to pull herself backwards! Iser leans back, wrenching the hold and Piper cries out, trying to turn onto her side… but it only increases the torque on the Dream Eater! Stephy Auger: There’s no shame in saying “I quit”, Piper! Think about your future! Piper’s face is contorted in obvious pain… but with one last gasp, she outstretches her left leg, ankle resting against the bottom rope! The referee demands that Iser release the hold, beginning his five count when the break isn’t immediate! Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! Iser tears himself away from Piper, running his hands down his face with grows increasingly red. He strides toward her, grabbing a handful of hair, but the referee backs the champion off as Lennon is still hung up in the ropes. Iser tries a second time, but more aggressively, the ref forces Iser back. As Iser fixes a cold glare on the official, Piper takes advantage! She shoves past the referee before nailing a step-up knee strike to Iser! Immediately the Pride Champion drops to his knees. He shoves the oncoming Piper Lennon back, but she rebounds, nailing yet another knee strike, sending another CRACK! throughout the Richmond Coliseum! Piper moves forward again-- but this time Iser grabs the throat of Lennon! Kris Cruise: Come on! A blatant choke in full view of the official?! The ref scolds Iser, but he soon finds he has no need! Iser’s eyes widen as Lennon pries his hand off of her throat, pulling his thumb and ring finger as far apart as humanly possible! The audience roars as Iser audibly cries out, rising to his feet to try to alleviate the pressure-- but Piper throws her arms apart, tearing at Iser’s fingers! Stephy Auger: YOU’RE A MONSTER! A deep, almost inhuman growl bellows from Iser’s lungs as he clutches at his hand, bending over-- only to eat another knee strike to the jaw! Iser threatens to tumble over from the shot! Wasting no time, Piper positions Iser for the Cravate! She jumps up, looking for the Facebreaker! Kris Cruise: Snapshot! But Iser reaches out behind him, grabbing onto the top rope, sending Piper crashing to the mat empty handed! Stephy Auger: Not quite! Iser shakes the pain out of his fingers as Piper scrambles to her feet-- just in time for the Pride Champion to smash into her with a Discus Clothesline! The move sends Piper roughly onto the back of her head and shoulders to a groan from the Richmond crowd! She tries to push herself up to a vertical base, but she rises right into the grasp of Seth Iser, who snakes an arm around her neck before driving her to the ground with a DDT! Kris Cruise: Deprivation DDT with emphasis. And this one… Iser hooks the far leg while the referee counts among a booing crowd. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE! Kris Cruise: ...is over. The bell sounds and “Psychosocial” hits the PA system. The referee raises an emotionless Seth Iser’s arm into the air as boos rain down. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout... the FGA Pride Champion, SETH… IIISER! Seth holds his hand out, staring the official down until the Pride Title is back in his palm. He grips it as his eyes drift back toward Piper Lennon, who lies in a daze on the mat. Iser steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor, gaze lingering on the photographer for a moment before he turns away at the behest of the referee and makes his way up the ramp. Kris Cruise: Take nothing away from Piper here. She put up a hell of a fight and you can bet that Marlon Cure watched every single second of this. Stephy Auger: The rascal. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:08:25 GMT -5
Backstage, Delikado is sitting next to Sofia Monzón in the locker-room. Ewan Jakeway enters holding a video cassette in his hand. Sofia eyes the antique with a raised eyebrow.
Sofia Monzón: Don’t we have enough relics with him as our client?
As she nods toward Delikado, you can just sense the Cuban hurling evil telepathic thoughts her way, causing the Spaniard to smirk. Ewan holds the VHS up as he speaks.
Ewan Jakeway: Well, after Delikado accidentally recorded “Game of Thrones” over our son’s birth, I needed to--
Sofia Monzón: WHAT THE <BEEP>!? DON’T GLOSS OVER THAT!
She snaps on Delikado and looks about ready to tear his withered form in half, if Ewan didn’t chime in to his rescue.
Ewan Jakeway: No, no, honey, it’s fine, I got it all fixed! I found this really cool guy who managed to recover the footage...it might have Chinese subtitles but that’s okay, I always wanted to learn another language! Anyway, while I was there, I decided to get some footage Delikado could use for his match tonight against Mark Bisley and put it on a tape so we could plan and formulate and stuff. Aren’t I great manager, hehe?
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Sofia Monzón: Here we go…
Ewan Jakeway: What?
Sofia Monzón: It’s all “devil’s work magic” to Delikado, Ewan. You know this! Even VHS is too advanced for this wrinkly old bastard’s mind to comprehend all of a sudden. He wants none of it near us, or him, even IF it’s to his advantage to learn as much about any and all opponents as he can leading to a Tag Team Championship match!
Ewan Jakeway: But...But I was trying to be a good manager…
He frowns sadly, causing Sofia to give him a half-hearted pat on the back.
Sofia Monzón: I know, I know, but sweetheart...our client’s…”special”...in the head.
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She spins back on Delikado aggressively.
Sofia Monzón: I don’t wanna hear it! Erasing my son’s birth footage should get you killed. ...But one thing I DO want to hear is why it makes sense for you to watch Game of Thrones with technology, but anything else, be it FGA-related or otherwise, is suddenly off-limits as “devil’s work magic” or whatever?!
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Sofia Monzon: So the fight for the Iron Throne is a worldwide phenomenon while your career is, what, a mediocre afterthought?
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Sofia Monzón: Pfft. Glad to see your heart’s in this thing….prick.
Suddenly, Susan Kent enters the room followed by Kendra Hollis and Dana Wheeler.
Sofia Monzón: Speaking of…
Ewan Jakeway: Heya, Susan! Hi, Kendra and Dana!
Susan Kent: Hey, guys, what’s up? Ready for your match tonight against Bisley, Delikado?
Ewan Jakeway: Heh, it’s funny you say that, Susan. We’re trying to convince “Old Man Deli” here to watch this FGA footage, stuff on Bisley and other company whatnot, that way he can know what he’s walking into heading into your title fight in a few weeks, but he won’t budge. Hey, he likes you, so would you talk to him…?
Kendra Hollis: Umm, what kind of footage…?
Ewan Jakeway: Oh, it’s awesome, I got my hands on footage from almost every FGA show since we arrived and put it on this tape. We can see everything that’s gone down in the company!
The three women exchange the briefest of concerned looks, so fast nobody else catches it.
Kendra Hollis: And...have either of you watched it yet…?
Ewan Jakeway: Nope, tonight was going to be the first time we looked it over. I wanted to make it a surprise for everyone, all the goodies we’d uncover once we ACTUALLY started reviewing opponents and events! We’re talking Bisley, the tag champs, heck, we can even enjoy your performances we never got to watch in person, Susan, haha!
Sofia Monzón: All of that thrown away because this cuntenarian son of a bitch subscribes to believing Satan is on that VHS.
Ewan Jakeway: Uhhhh, honey, don’t you mean “centenarian”, because otherwise it sounds like you said--
Sofia Monzón: I know what I said.
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Sofia Monzón: “Spooky demon girl from ‘The Vendetta’ and ‘The Oval’”!? WHAT THE <BEEP> ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! *claps her hands in an “I’m done” manner* That’s it, squeamish people look away-- I’m euthanizing this bastard.
Ewan Jakeway: Sofia, we’ve talked about this!
Sofia Monzón: Noooooope. He wants Game of Thrones, I’ll give him some of that right here, right now!
As Sofia goes to bring bodily harm to her client, Ewan rushes in to preserve their client, setting down the VHS tape in front of Susan and her friends. The ladies share a quick, quiet conversation.
Kendra Hollis: You know what happens if Sofia watches this tape.
Susan Kent: Yeah.
Dana Wheeler: Would be a real shame if this tape suddenly got lost or something.
Susan Kent: I agree. If Sofia watches this tape, she’ll discover that everything she thought about me was true, and we can’t have that now can we.
Kendra Hollis: No we cannot, so what should we do?
Susan stealthily takes the VHS tape.
Susan Kent: Who even watches VHS these days…?
Susan accidentally (on purpose) drops the tape into the garbage can just as the janitor enters.
Janitor: Is it okay if I empty this?
Susan Kent: No, go ahead.
The Janitor removes the bag from the can, ties it up, and walks out. Susan winks to the other smirking women.
Susan Kent: Gee, what a shame...
The perspective brings back Delikado and his gang just as Sofia, being desperately pulled away by Ewan with every fiber of his strength, shouting this bizarre utterance at the comatose Cuban.
Sofia Monzón: And ANOTHER thing, didn’t you once film an entire trilogy of promos where someone’s mother was a TREE?! HOURS OF FOOTAGE! There’s no coming back from that, you have no credibility on right and wrong, and as your manager I’m telling you to watch this tape or we WALK! Ewan, get the tape. Oddly enough, this place still has a VCR...leave it to Richmond.
Ewan releases his partner and goes to retrieve the VHS, only to find it missing. He looks around curiously.
Ewan Jakeway: I...I can’t find it. It’s gone!
Sofia Monzón: What? You literally just had it, Ewan!
Ewan Jakeway: I-I know, I thought I put it right there when you went on the warpath…
Sofia Monzón: Oh, so now it’s MY fault you can’t hold onto your shit?
Her focus suddenly turns to Susan and the others.
Sofia Monzón: One of you three must’ve seen where BETAmax put the tape.
Susan Kent: No, but I did see the trash man come and go during your scuffle. Maybe he thought it was garbage and walked out with it?
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Sofia Monzón: “Will of the wrestling gods to save you from devil’s technology” my ass! More like the will of someone throwing the tape away because they didn’t want something seen on it…
As her eyes roll slowly toward Susan, Kendra steps forward defensively.
Kendra Hollis: What’s THAT supposed to mean?!
Sofia Monzón: Of course I need to explain it in simple terms for the reality TV spawns: [in mocking valley girl voice] “oh my gosh, like, you took the tape”.
Dana Wheeler: How dare you!
Ewan Jakeway: Enough! No more arguing! We’re supposed to be a team--no, a FAMILY--us against those in FGA who want to keep us down! Thank you, Susan, for your observation. I’m gonna see if I can track down the janitor right quick and save the tape! You all please, PLEASE play nice for a minute or I’ll...I’ll be disappointed in you, dang it!
He rushes out of the room before anyone can say anything else. Sofia continues eyeing Susan and the others with silent venom, venom the trio generously return, all as Delikado takes admiring glances at all the pretty ladies occupying his room. A literal minute of tense silence passes before Ewan returns, sadly holding what looks like the remnants of the VHS.
Ewan Jakeway: Turns out the tape was put in a trash can used in an impromptu Hardcore Match--I forgot wrestling has those sometimes--and it got crushed...repeatedly by someone suplexing people onto the can...and then setting it on fire….before they buried it alive...err...alive for a VHS.
Ewan makes for a pitiful sight as he gently sets the VHS down and pats it with a sigh.
Ewan Jakeway: Rest in peace, little forgone format of entertainment.
Susan Kent: I’m sorry, Ewan. I really wanted to watch all the FGA shows you’d recorded. But hey, I’ll still be at Delikado’s side tonight against Mark Bisley and I’ll do all I can to help him.
Sofia Monzón: Just as sure as you’ve been useful so far….
Dana Wheeler: You know what, lady, you need to take your menopause issues and lay off Susan!
Ewan Jakeway: Enough! Please! The body’s not even cold yet! In fact, I think it’s still smoking. Yipes, it’s on fire! Curse these Hardcore match and their overindulgence of gasoline!
Ewan takes the flaming video and rushes to the showers. Sounds of running water are heard. Sofia bitterly sighs as she sits down again.
Sofia Monzón: Okay, so Bisley’s still out there. He’s obviously a threat, and he’ll do anything he needs to do in order to slow your progress toward the title match. I know just from chattering around Vertigo that he’s a former tag champ himself, and everyone knows he ran Majima out of town. That takes a willpower, a strength unlike anyone else you’ve faced so far in FGA.
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Sofia Monzón: This isn’t part of your competitiveness to beat Bisley, is it? I KNOW you’ve run people out of companies before but never in a match designed specifically for that purpose. Though didn’t someone set themselves on fire just to get out of a match with you once…?
Ewan Jakeway: I put out the fire!
Re-entering the room, Ewan is covered in a great amount of ash.
Ewan Jakeway: That was exhilarating! But we need to talk shop on Bisley!
Sofia Monzón: Just what we were discussing.
Ewan Jakeway: Wonderful! Susan, what do you think? You will be at ringside after all! Tell us all you know about Mark Bisley, and how Delikado can best be prepared to handle him.
Susan Kent: From what I’ve seen he’s a technical and submission wrestler, so striking and power moves are a good strategy, and the guy is passive aggressive so use that against him as well.
Sofia Monzón: Given that you’re not built much for power though, old man, you should use your speed to outmaneuver and piss him off. We saw with The Fam and The Resistance how well that works if you just take hits on them here and there to piss the enemy off into making careless mistakes.
Ewan Jakeway: I love it, you guys! Strategy, made TOGETHER, hehe! What else, Susan?
Susan Kent: Well, the match against his former partner Majima makes it clear he likes to win with decisive victories, so catching him with a roll-up or quick pin attempt could get the win.
Ewan Jakeway: So deflate his pride?
Susan Kent: More or less.
Ewan appears the most excited about all the plans the group is making, though he suddenly seems somewhat discouraged.
Ewan Jakeway: It’s all good, everyone. I think I can speak for Deli when I say--
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Sofia Monzón: Delikado’s formally requesting you not speak for him.
Ewan Jakeway: ...Oh. Well, anyway, we have to keep in mind it’s not just Mark Bisley we’re trying to overcome. Delikado, with Susan at his side tonight, should be working to show anyone doubting their team has earned that title shot--including the champs themselves! I mean, I’m not a fighter but even *I* know how crushing it can be to get a title shot and then lose your first bout on the road to that match! Bisley can’t push you down! Fujiko and Izzy can’t be allowed to think easy title contenders await them in a few short weeks.
?: No, they can’t.
All heads turn in the direction of the voice toward the open locker-room door, revealing FGA World Heavyweight Champion, The Chief, and also (aka most importantly), Delikado’s former tag team partner of EnviKado fame, Evan Envi! Envi’s eyes drift toward Delikado with a gleam.
Evan Envi: Didn’t wanna interrupt.
Responding to the telepathic request, Sofia stands up and pushes Delikado in his wheelchair so he’s directly across Envi.
Sofia Monzón: Evan Envi. Delikado says….he’s missed you. You two haven’t been together since Action Packed Wrestling. So that’s, what, five to six years now…?
Initially, there’s silence from the Chief as his eyes drift to all the occupants of the room, apparently taking the scene in. He looks to Sofia and opens his mouth, to respond, but hesitates.
Evan Envi: Well--
Sofia Monzón: Okay, minus some “zoo eating incident” I don’t want to hear about.
Evan Envi: Mmmhm. Then yes. ‘Bout five or six years then.
Sofia Monzón: Delikado reckons you’d muted him on Twitter after that, then blocked his “carrier barracudas” in FGA, and ultimately shunned your shared history...yet here you are, title and all.
Evan Envi: Yet here I am.
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Sofia Monzón: As a believer in the “will of wrestling fate”...and also demons in technology preventing common sense...Delikado says he feels you’ve been brought back into his life for a reason.
Evan looks to the limp Cuban and chuckles.
Evan Envi: It’s good to know you’re as intuitive as ever, my grey friend. Perhaps you’re right. As those “wrestling fates” would have it, you and Susan Kent are Tag Team Title contenders to the very same ….”people”...who have been a problem to me as World Heavyweight Champion. Maybe there’s some way we can help each other toward similar goals--you two taking their gold, me keeping mine--and making sure those…”people”...do not bother anyone ever again. “Help me help you, quid pro quo”, that sort of thing, especially since I heard you lost your valuable footage to strategize. After all, who better to know and help you exploit all their weaknesses…? You know, for old time’s sake.
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Sofia Monzón: “EnviKado forever?”
Evan Envi: Forever and ever.
Everyone else looks at each in silence like they’re trying to decide if they should accept Evan’s offer and then what it might mean. Through James Cameron-like camera work we have Delikado and his people on one side, Susan Kent and hers on the other, and Evan Envi positioned in the middle. Evan just adjusts the World Title on his shoulder and smiles with a deviousness that’s potentially innocent to those uninitiated to the cunning Envi. In tense silence, the scene cuts to black before anyone responds, focusing instead on the World Heavyweight Champion’s smiling face.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:09:34 GMT -5
• Singles Match •
Mark Bisley vs. Delikado The arena lights dim to almost pitch blackness, save for a couple of blue lights that pulse in sync with the intro to "Storms End" that is rising in pitch and intensity until the main hook burst forth and, at that very second, the ramp is bathed in blue light as Mark Bisley strides onto the ramp with his head bowed and an arm raised before he comes to a stop on the ramp and raises his head to survey the arena wearing one hell of a self-satisfied smirk upon his face J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Keeping his arm raised as he makes his way down the ramp, Bisley walks confidently to the ring at his own pace right up until he reaches the ringside area, and once he reaches the ringside area he lowers his arm and breaks into a short dash to give him the momentum to hop onto the ring apron where he crouches for a moment and taps the side of his head a couple of times to the song's beat before he rolls backwards into the ring and quickly gets back to his feet. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and one pounds, “Smart” MARK BISLEEEEY! Once he's got to his feet Bisley makes his way to the nearest corner and climbs the nearest turnbuckles where he stands with one foot on the top rope and his arms held out wide as he slowly tilts his head back for a few seconds until he turns his head and peers back into the ring and climbs down, removing the towel from around his shoulders the second his feet touch the canvas and casually tossing it in the referee's direction as he takes a few steps forward so he's standing in the centre of the ring where he drops to a knee and runs his hand on the canvas to say one thing: this is my ring Kris Cruise: Mark Bisley has been a completely new man ever since he came over to the Vertigo brand. He’s got a new air about him; a newfound swagger. Stephy Auger: And rightfully so. In just a couple of months on Vertigo, Bisley’s been able to further his career WAY more than he was ever able to as a part of Smart Style on Flashpoint! Kris Cruise: Has he? I think it’s a little early to-- Stephy Auger: Just. Don’t breathe negativity while he’s out here, Cruise. For once, show some restraint. “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 his opponent, on his way to the ring, accompanied by Ewan Jakeway and Sofia Monzón, from Pinar del Rio, Cuba, he is…..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. Stephy Auger: A shining beacon of company wellness, that one. Kris Cruise: Hm. Ewan and Sofia converse with each other on the outside as the camera pans away from them and toward Delikado, who shadow-boxes in the face of Mark Bisley, who looks wholly unimpressed by the encounter. The referee signals for the bell to a pop from those in the crowd that are amused by Delikado’s antics-- but the shadow-boxing ceases when Bisley swings at Delikado for an elbow strike! The Cuban Grappler takes a stride back, out of harm’s way, giving Bisley an amused once-over. Bisley wears a smirk as well, though in contrast, his is a picture of smugness and annoyance all in one. Kris Cruise: If you’re Mark Bisley, doing things the way Mark Bisley does things, how in the world do you even dream of preparing for someone like Delikado? Stephy Auger: When you’re someone like Mark Bisley, you’re a step above the rest of the field, Cruise. Don’t worry about how. Just know that he’ll find a way! Bisley motions for a lock-up, but as he strides forward, Delikado nails a Spinning Heel Kick to his outstretched hand. Bisley recoils, glaring at Delikado before rushing forward, unloading with rapid-fire elbow strikes! Delikado tries to cover up, but he’s forced to back into the ropes. Before the referee can begin a five-count, Bisley backs off… palms in the air… but drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring adjacent to Delikado, grabbing his foot, sending him crashing face-first to the mat! Before Delikado can reach his hands and knees, Bisley yanks him back and lifts his left leg up, smashing it knee-first across the ring apron! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bisley goes for a second smash against the apron, but Delikado uses his right leg to throw out a desperate-- but solid-- kick, catching Bisley across the jaw! “Smart” Mark stumbles back into the barricade while Delikado staggers to his feet, shaking the shooting pain out of his leg. Delikado half-limps, half-jogs to the far side of the ring before breaking into a sprint, hitting the ropes nearest Bisley, first leaping up onto the top-- then launching himself to the outside with a Springboard Body Splash, crashing into the former Smart Style member, sending both men crashing into the ringside barrier! Kris Cruise: The beacon of wellness, throwing caution to the wind! Stephy Auger: And how smart is that?! He has a partner he has to think about! Mark wouldn’t be out here, showing off with selfish, life-altering maneuvers if he was still carrying Shintaro’s weight around. Kris Cruise: Alright. In any event, Delikado’s back up to his feet-- but he probably didn’t do himself any favors with that landing! Delikado favors his left leg as he leans against the barricade for support, but he hoists Bisley to his feet and delivers a thunderous chop to his chest for good measure before Irish Whipping Bisley into the ring apron! Bisley grunts, face growing red, but Delikado rolls him into the ring beneath the bottom rope and hops onto the apron, shaking the sharp pain out of his leg once more before ascending the turnbuckles! Richmond comes alive as Delikado perches at the top… but the cheers turn to jeers as Mark Bisley rolls across the ring, clear to the other side. Kris Cruise: And Mark Bisley, wisely, moves out of harm’s way. Stephy Auger: He needed to slow Delikado’s momentum down and this is the way to do it. Catch a breath, Mark! Delikado shrugs and hops down from the turnbuckles. He winces a bit, but runs toward Bisley-- only to be intercepted with an oncoming Chop Block! The shot flips Delikado onto his back, drawing a groan from the Richmond crowd! Sofia and Ewan visibly flinch on the outside. Stephy Auger: Hahaaa, see?! Bisley pushes himself back to his feet at the same time Delikado does, but Delikado is immediately grounded with a Dragon Screw! Hobbling to his feet, Delikado climbs upright again and Bisley clamps onto his left leg. Delikado throws forearms into the base of Bisley’s neck and back of his head, but Bisley doesn’t relent-- and wrestles Delikado to the ground looking for a leg lock, but Delikado uses his free foot, again, to kick Bisley across the jaw once… twice… a third shot catches his eardrum! Bisley rolls away, grunting in frustration. Kris Cruise: Delikado bought himself some space-- some time-- Stephy Auger: But how much? Mark Bisley isn’t here for these shenanigans, Cruise. He’s about to rip Delikado’s leg clean off! Delikado manages to climb up to his knees, but Bisley pushes himself to his feet and rushes forward, immediately planting Delikado with a Snap Suplex! He floats over and the referee drops down, expecting Bisley to cover-- but Bisley transitions Delikado into a cravate and forces him upright, throwing knee strikes into his torso, before a final shot catches him across the temple! Delikado crashes to the mat and Bisley rolls into a cover, hooking both legs. Kris Cruise: First pin attempt of the match! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . Kickout!Stephy Auger: And Bisley’s right back on top! Bisley mounts Delikado and throws rapid-fire elbow strikes into his head, much to the chagrin of those filling the Richmond Coliseum, but Delikado manages to cover up. Bisley stands upright and delivers a sharp kick to the left leg of Delikado before looking out into the crowd with an arched brow, taking in the deep chorus of boos. Stephy Auger: Minutes ago, Mark Bisley looked like he was done! That human Cuban missile known as Delikado almost took him right out, but now look at him! Bisley taps his head, giving the crowd a knowing nod before turning his attention back to the center of the ring… ...where he’s greeted with a Superkick to the face! Spit goes sailing through the air to a roar from the audience and Bisley reels-- but before he can fall backwards, Delikado grabs his wrist and pulls him into a Fireman’s Carry, audibly crying out in pain before Sofia Monzón exclaims “...SON OF A BITCH!” telepathically conveying Delikado’s thoughts before Delikado flips forward, driving Bisley spine-first to the canvas with a modified Fireman’s Carry Slam! Delikado rolls to a vertical base, standing only on his right foot before performing a one-legged Standing Moonsault, landing awkwardly across the head and neck of Bisley! Kris Cruise: Jesus. Stephy Auger: He’s trying to kill him! Delikado scoots into a cover, hooking the near leg as the ref drops down to make the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR--! Bisley throws a shoulder off of the mat, rolling away from Delikado with a hand over his face. Delikado lies beneath the ropes, catching his breath while Jakeway and Monzón check on him. Kris Cruise: Limited to one leg, I don’t think Delikado intended to hit Bisley the way he did with that Moonsault, but there’s no way he regrets it. It’s giving him a chance to recuperate here. Mark Bisley is in a daze, Stephy! Delikado pulls himself up using the ropes, nodding toward Sofia and Ewan as they speak to him from the floor… but they both gesture hurriedly behind him as Bisley staggers to his feet. Bisley charges at Delikado’s back-- but Delikado steps back and counters with a Pele Kick, catching Bisley flush across the nose! Bisley goes limp to the canvas, but Delikado hisses in pain as he lands, favoring his left leg once more. He hops onto Bisley, seated on his chest, and hooks Bisley’s right leg for a cover. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! Kris Cruise: Was that--? Stephy Auger: No, the ref’s saying two. Close, but no Cuban cigar! Ewan Jakeway looks flustered on the outside while Sofia does her best to convey Delikado’s frustration to the referee-- who, for his part, waves her off dismissively. Delikado rises to his feet, hobbling a bit as he gets into position behind the rising Mark Bisley. Before Bisley can fully get to his feet, Delikado lands a Belly-to-Back Suplex! He tries to maintain a wrist lock, but Bisley fights out of it, scrambling to his feet-- but Delikado grabs the back of his tights and pulls him back toward him, hoisting Bisley up as if for a Back Suplex… before twisting him around in mid-air and bringing him down across his knees for a Double Knee Gutbuster! Bisley howls in agony, kicking and writhing as he bounces across the mat! Stephy Auger: AHH! He might have just ruptured Bisley’s spleen! Kris Cruise: But at what cost?! Bisley seems to be choking on his own attempts at gasping for air, but Delikado has rolled to the ropes again, trying to use the middle rope to extend his leg, wincing in pain. Sofia and Ewan will Delikado on, reminding him of the urgency of the situation. Delikado nods and pulls himself up behind the writhing Bisley, motioning for him to rise to his feet. Kris Cruise: If Delikado lands this, Mark Bisley can call it a night! Did he come into this match severely underestimating his opponent? Stephy Auger: I-- I-- The referee tries to check on Bisley, but Bisley pushes the referee away in frustration! The ref tries to plant his feet but loses his balance in the process, stumbling toward the ropes. With Bisley open and unprotected, Delikado rushes forward and hooks both arms! Kris Cruise: For the Nobl-- NO! Mark Bisley delivers a low kick, catching Delikado between the legs! Kris Cruise: COME ON NOW! Low Blow! Stephy Auger: He didn’t mean to! Delikado immediately relents, but Bisley follows by shooting the ropes-- and rebounding with a lightning-fast Front Dropkick to the knee! Delikado slams to the mat and the referee turns around, reprimanding Bisley for putting his hands on him in the first place! Bisley waves the referee off and forces Delikado upright with two fists full of hair, earning deafening boos from the audience. Stephy Auger: It’s over! Bisley whispers something to Delikado before taking a step back and delivering a Superkick to his right leg! Delikado falls to his knees and Bisley goes for a Superkick to the jaw-- but Delikado swivels out of the way! Kris Cruise: Not yet! Delikado avoided the Anaconda’s Bite! With wide eyes, Bisley pivots toward Delikado, only to catch a hard right hand to the face! The shot turns Bisley all the way around! Before Delikado can perform another action, Bisley reaches behind him, grabbing Delikado in the three-quarters facelock before flipping backwards, driving him to the canvas with a Shiranui! Kris Cruise: Move of the Year! Stephy Auger: WHO saw it coming?! Nobody! The audience comes alive with a loud, mixed reaction at the suddenness of the move while Ewan and Sofia stand, stunned, on the outside. Bisley reels on his knees for a moment before laying across Delikado, hooking the far leg, grapevining the near one for a cover. ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE! The bell sounds and Bisley sits upright with a grin that only seems to grow wider as the audience boos. “Storm’s End” hits the PA system and the referee raises the arm of the seated Mark Bisley. J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… MAAAARK BISLEY! Bisley slowly rises to his feet, demanding that the official raise his arm a second time… and begrudgingly, the ref obliges. Kris Cruise: Mark Bisley tore Delikado’s leg apart throughout the duration of this match and it paid off. At several points, I thought Delikado had “Smart” Mark beat but-- Stephy Auger: But Mark Bisley is a step above, Cruise. Ewan and Sofia assist Delikado out of the ring as Bisley climbs the turnbuckles to celebrate while we fade away. • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:10:11 GMT -5
The show cuts backstage, to where the members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are standing by with Spencer Burke. Neither Dan nor Peaches look too happy with what transpired earlier tonight, but are putting on a brave front as Spencer gets ready to ask the first question.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with the former FGA World Tag Team champions, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. And Dan, I’ll start with you. Tonight we saw your return to an FGA ring after a few months out injured, and it didn’t go the way you probably would’ve liked.
Dan Herrera: Definitely not. But it’s like we said a few weeks ago, Spencer, we’re not backing down from Tristan or Tyler, or anyone else in The Resistance.
Peaches: An’ tonight they showed that we got ’em worried.
Dan Herrera: Exactly. And I think the next time we see–
But Dan doesn’t get to finish that sentence as he’s knocked down from behind by a clubbing forearm! Peaches turns around in shock, only to get kicked in the gut and bum rushed into the nearest wall as Tristan Ambrose and Tyler Kingsley stand tall.
Spencer Burke: We might need some help here!
Spencer calls out as The Resistance members start to put the boots to Dan. Peaches is down and holding her head in pain as security arrives on the scene, pulling Tristan and Tyler away. The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad still down on the floor as the show cuts back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:11:56 GMT -5
• Pick Your Poison •
Piper Lennon's Pick
Marlon Cure vs. Jenny Cien “Wake Me Up” by Remy Ma & Lil Kim blares throughout the arena while Jenny Cien awaits her opponent in the ring with her bat in hand. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 110 pounds… JENNY CIEN! *Static Cut Intro*
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records.
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
That I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection
Of history in the making during our generation." The arena darkens as Jay Z’s “Public Service Announcement” plays, and the fans boo as Just Blaze's words echo throughout the arena following Jay's introduction and a lone spotlight appears on the stage. The ominous sounding piano goes louder as all of the lights in the arena go out, leaving it completely black as the intro ends... ALLOW ME TO RE-INTRODUCE MYSELF, MY NAME IS HOV. A single spotlight suddenly illuminates the entrance way to show the silhouette of a man on the stage. The lighting cuts back in and turns a golden hue as Marlon Cure stands with both arms outstretched on either side of him, eyes closed and his head tilted back, soaking in the atmosphere and energy from the crowd. The camera pans around Cure as the fan reaction grows louder and louder. J.A. Aldridge: Her opponent, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 195 pounds… MARLON CURE! The High Flyer walks down to the ring with purpose, oozing confidence as he hops up the steel steps and climbs up to the top rope, reaching a hand for the sky in a taunting manner before he finally drops down into the ring. Cure shrugs the sleeveless long coat off of his shoulders and places the black gold crown around a nearby ringpost as he leans back in the corner, waiting for the match to begin. Kris Cruise: Here we go with our second Pick Your Poison match of the night! Seth Iser did what Marlon Cure intended him to do and that was put down Piper Lennon. Will King Cure suffer a similar fate here in this one? Stephy Auger: Piper sure hopes so. She chose Cien for one reason and one reason only: she’s the Baddie With A Bat! If Cien gets her hand on that bat at some point during this match, that spell bad news for Cure as he heads into Only the Strong Survive! The bell sounds as Cure and Cien are mouthing off at each other in the center of the ring. The two continue to go back and forth until Cien pops Cure with a punch to the face! Cure turns back to Cien, only to get caught with another right hand across the jaw! She then takes Cure and goes for an irish whip. But it’s quickly reversed, sending her into the ropes. When Cien returns, she slides through Cure’s legs. After King Cure turns around, Cien gets back to her feet and charges at him. Cure avoids a strike by leapfrogging over Cien. Cien’s momentum takes her into the ropes. Once she bounces back and returns, Cure (without turning around) leapfrogs over her again. Cien continues to run the ropes. When Cien comes back, Cure throws out a savate kick. But Cien’s able to reach up and catch his foot in time. After signing Cure’s leg away from her, Cien leaps onto his shoulders, pins and brings him down with a hurricanrana. After Cure gets back to his feet, Cien moves him into the near ropes before whipping him into the far ropes. When Cure returns, Cien goes for a hip toss. Cure goes to counter by hopping through it and going for a hip toss of his own. But it gets blocked before Cien throws him down to the mat with an arm drag. A second arm drag returns Cure to the mat. After the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion returns to a vertical base, Cien takes him by the wrist and wrenches his arm. She then runs towards the side of the ring, runs up the ropes and then brings him down with a springboard arm drag. Once Cure gets back to his feet, Cien rushes over and executes a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown, sending Cure through the ropes and to the floor. Kris Cruise: Cien got the better of Cure with that exchange! Stephy Auger: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Is Cien forgetting something? Piper didn’t choose her to trade holds with Cure and see who was the better high flyer? She wants her to crack Cure over the head with that bat! While Cure tries to pick himself up on the outside, Cien can be seen turning over on the mat and doing the Tranquilo pose. When Cure gets back to his feet, he sees Cien continuing to pose near the center of the ring. Cure just smirks while giving Cien a golf clap. Stephy Auger: He’s giving her a round of applause. But you can tell it’s eating him up inside getting bested by her. King Cure heads up the steps before hopping back in through the ropes. The two continue to circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Cure gains the advantage with a side headlock. Cien is then quickly brought down to the mat with a side headlock takedown. Cien doesn’t stay at a disadvantage for long a she’s able to counter with a headscissors. Cien tries to keep the hold locked on tight. But Cure’s able to escape with a kip up. After Cien scrambles back to her feet, Cure throws her back down with another side headlock takedown. Cien is quick to counter into another headscissors. Cure doesn't stay disadvantaged for long as he’s able to escape with another kip up. Cien gets back to her feet, only to get throw down with yet another side headlock takedown. This time, Cien grabs Cure and pins him with a bridge and roll counter. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure rolls back over and keeps the side headlock applied. Cien then counters into another headscissors. Cure goes for the kip up escape, but it’s unsuccessful. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Campion tries to escape with another kip up attempt. But it’s to no avail. Cien can be heard talking trash to Cure after he fails at another kip up escape. After a bit of maneuvering on the mat, King Cure slowly turns over onto his knees. After placing his palms flat on the mat, he pushes himself up and lands on his feet. He quickly follows up with a front dropkick to the face! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cien kicks out. Cure takes Cien, moves her into the corner and delivers a knife edge chop. Another blistering knife edge chop from Cure causes Cien to guard her chest as she doubles over. Cure reaches down, grabs Cien and slowly lifts her chin up before delivering another hard knife edge chop across the chest. After Cien is sent into the far corner with an irish whip, Cure runs across the ring to attack when Cien ducks and dumps him over the top rope. Instead of crashing to the floor, Cure lands safely on the apron. When Cien turns around, she gets doubled over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Cure then slingshots over the top rope, rolls across Cien’s back and lands on his feet before taking off into the far ropes. When Cure comes back, he connecting with a flying forearm bash, knocking Cien through the ropes and to the floor! On the outside, Cien is able to get back to her feet. But she doesn’t stay standing for long as Cure is right there to knock her down with an Asai Moonsault! Cure then stands over Cien before brushing off his shoulder. Kris Cruise: Now Cure is rubbing it in! Cure takes Cien and rolls her back inside. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion climbs up onto the apron before executing a Topé Atomico! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cien gets her foot on the bottom rope. Cure takes takes Cien and whips her into the far ropes. When she returns, she sees Cure setting up for a back body drop. So she hurdles over him before continuing to run the ropes. When Cien comes back, she executes a running hurricanrana. But Cure’s able to cartwheel out of it. King Cure then charges over, flattens Cien with a yakuza kick and follows up with a standing moonsault! He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cien gets her shoulder up. Cure taks Cien and sets her up for an irish whip. She reverses, sending Cure into the corner. Cien rushes in to attack when Cure counters with a back elbow to the face. While Cien stumbles back, Cure hoists himself up onto the middle ropes to set up a Blockbuster. But before he can flip off, Cien charges into the corner before bringing him down with a rolling hurricanrana! Cure gets back to his feet. But he’s quickly brought to the mat by Cien with a double leg takedown. She then mounts on top of Cure before raining down multiple punches to the face! She then takes Cure and places him in a front facelock to set up a DDT. But Cure is able to counter by ramming Cien back-first against the turnbuckles. He follows up with multiple shoulder thrusts in the corner. After sending Cien into the far corner with an irish whip, king Cure runs across the ring and throws out a bicycle knee strike. Cien slips out of the way at the last second, causing Cure to crash into the turnbuckles! Cien then brings him down with a schoolboy. ONE! . Cien hooks the tights! . TWO! . . T-NO! Cure kicks out. Cure tries to scramble back to a vertical base. But he’s gets flattened with a Shining Wizard from Cien! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Cien takes Cure, whips him into the far ropes and then turns to run into the near ropes. When they both return, Cien knocks Cure down with a clothesline! She then heads back over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Cien picks up Cure and doubles him over with a hard knee strike to the midsection before planting him with a DDT! Cien turns over and hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Cien takes Cure and goes for an irish whip. But Cure reverses, sending Cien into the ropes. When Cien returns, she sees Cure setting up for a back body drop. So she counters with a sitout facebuster! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for Cien! Stephy Auger: Cien is bringing the fight to Cure here tonight. Cien picks up Cure, places him in a three quarter facelock and goes for the Jenny Cutter (Running Cutter) when Cure shoves her off, sending her into the ropes. When Cien returns, Cure brings her down with a Running Splash Fly! Kris Cruise: What a move by the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion! While Cien is sprawled out on the mat, Cure heads over towards the ropes before stepping out onto the apron. King Cure goes for a springboard corkscrew senton bomb). Kris Cruise: Cure’s going for No Ceilings v2... Stephy Auger: NO, Cien got her knees up! The crowd gasps when Cure crashes down back-first across Cien’s knees! While Cure is down, Cien slowly crawls over towards the ropes before pulling herself up. Across the ring, Cure can still be seen favoring his back. Cure tries to get back to his feet, only to end up dropping down to a knee after holding his back. Cien sees her opening. She darts across the ring before sending Cure head-first into the mat with a spiking hurricanrana! Cien then hits the ropes, returns and delivers a senton before immediately following up with a standing moonsault! After dragging Cure into position, Cien heads over into the corner before scaling the turnbuckles. Once she returns, the top, she flips back and connects with the Jennysault (moonsault)! She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another close call for Cure! Cien takes Cure and whips him hard into the corner. After Cure crashes back-first into the turnbuckles, he staggers from out of the corner while Cien hits the ropes. When she returns, she catches Cure off the rebound before bringing him down with the Jenny Cutter! She pushes Cure over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Cure gets his shoulder up. Stephy Auger: He got the shoulder up in time, Cruise! Cien brings Cure back to his feet before delivering an Inverted DDT. Cure is then dragged into position before Cien turns and climbs the turnbuckles again. She then spreads her arms out before flipping down for the 100% Splash (Imploding 450). But Cure rolls out of the way, causing Cien to crash on the canvas! Kris Cruise: Cien was looking to put Cure away. But she missed big time! Stephy Auger: Cure slowly pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes while Cien slowly rolls away from the corner. Cien guards her midsection as she struggles trying to get back to her feet. She ultimately gets back to a vertical base… only to get quickly knocked down from behind with a springboard diving side kick to the back of the head! Cure then picks up Cien before sending her into the ropes. When Cien comes back, Cure jumps up, flips back and spikes her with a Frankensteiner! He then slowly picks Cien up from off the mat before bringing her back down with the Moment of Clarity (Somersault Reverse DDT)! After hopping onto the apron over the top rope, Cure springboards onto the top turnbuckles, walks halfway across the top rope and the comes crashing down across Cien with the Reign Storm (Ropewalk Corkscrew 630° Senton)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout, MARLON CURE! “Public Service Announcement” blares throughout the arena as Cure gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Unlike Piper Lennon earlier tonight, Marlon Cure was able to defeat his Pick Your Poison opponent with a win over Jenny Cien! Stephy Auger: But at what cost? What these matches take out of both champion and challenger as they head into Only the Strong Survive? • Commercial Break • |
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Post by FGA Office on May 7, 2019 5:12:39 GMT -5
A camera comes up on the face of one half of the United States tag team champions, Fujiko Mine. Context clues allow the viewer that she has just exited catering, and that she is dressed for competition, minus the Arkia Fisk shirt she wears over the top of her attire. She peers around the hallway, her eyes scanning for something that she does not find. She looks around for a few seconds before an exhale passes her ruby lips. She disregards the camera and instead moves past it and strides down the hallway quickly. She peers into a few open doors that fall along her path. The camera stays at shoulder height as she passes through the annals of the Richmond Coliseum.
A few moments pass, and the Apex Goddess stops in place, forcing the camera to stop just behind her. She lifts her head, and begins to jog in a new direction, the cameraperson doing their best to keep things steady as they try to keep things stable in pursuit of Fujiko. She turns a corner, slows to a stop, and turns the handle on the door marked “Fujiko Mine / Izzy Anders”.
Her partner seats herself in the corner of the locker room, sitting against her gym bag and merchandise. She doesn’t move an inch, not looking up from her position. She hides her head underneath the hood of her jacket, passively wiping her eyes with her forearm. Her half of the US Tag Team Championship dangles in front of her, loosely held in her hands. Obviously, the woman sitting there isn’t the teasing Mindkiller, but instead a woman probably reeling from the events of the last Vertigo. Her hand clenches on the strap of the belt before she stands up. Nary a smile on her face or a giggle on her lips, Izzy shakes her head, dissuading any thoughts that were passing through. Fujiko takes a single step into the locker room, her face studying the Grand Slam champion seated in front of her. Tilting her head to the side, she takes another cautious step, doing her best to determine the mood of her partner.
Silence is all there is for a few precious seconds.
Fujiko Mine: Izzy.
Another bout of silence.
Izzy Anders: Hm?
A low volume reply comes out of Izzy and she still doesn’t seem to register her surroundings. Fujiko shifted her weight.
Fujiko Mine: What’s up.
A slight eyebrow raise punctuated her statement.
Fujiko Mine: Didn’t think I’d find you like this.
Izzy, curiously, tilts her head at Fujiko.
Izzy Anders: Like what?
For a moment, she ponders on the words left for her.
Izzy Anders: Oh, like this? Yeah, I think the mist got to me. Or the attack. Or the fact that I didn’t get my chance to fully cave in Ricky’s skull.
Izzy grits her teeth upon recognizing every wrong dealt to her in just a single week.
Izzy Anders: I can’t be all...all like my usual self. These bastards don’t deserve that.
Silence rings through, until Fujiko realizes Izzy has nothing more to say.
Fujiko Mine: I didn’t exactly mean that. I meant you sitting here, instead of taking a nine iron to Seth Iser’s old knees.
She shrugs in her partner’s direction.
Fujiko Mine: I should’ve ignored you and come down when Seth decided to show his face. I know you are more than capable of handling Ricky Valero. I’m three-fourths surprised that he actually showed up for the match, knowing you had plans to hurt him immensely. But I should’ve been there. Or XENA. Both maybe. So, sorry for that.
She shifts her weight again.
Izzy Anders: Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault. We can call, uh, even for all the times that I didn’t help you out. But we’re going to be better than that, better than them. I just--I just need to get back at Seth. His knees are going to be the least of his worries.
A satisfied smile begins to form on Fujiko’s lips.
Izzy Anders: No, that crotchety old prick wants to drop that stipulation on me? Fine. He just gave me a chance to get at him. I already own a whole damn cul-de-sac in his head and he just tried to take out some property in mine. He doesn’t have to worry about me getting in his head. He needs to worry about what he just brought out.
Izzy stops herself before she loses herself entirely; she shakes her head a little before finally looking fully at Fujiko. It is as if she just came back to reality.
Izzy Anders: I hope you’re not of the faint of heart. Those boys coming out to fight us? They’re not going to have a good night, I can promise them that.
Her smile doesn’t change.
Fujiko Mine: Then I’m satisfied. Last thing I want is us losing focus because of the incredibly weak men we’ve been collectively tasked with as opponents.
Izzy Anders: Henchmen, the lot of them.
Izzy scoffs as she drapes the US Tag Team Championship over her shoulder.
Izzy Anders: We’ll make examples of them and see if anyone has the gall to come after both of us.
She stares down at her fist.
Izzy Anders: We’ll get rid of them all. Seth, Ricky, and anyone else who thinks they can try to intrude on what we’re doing. I actually prefer doing it this way. It means that when it comes time for you to get yours?
Izzy doesn’t smirk, instead, her eyes narrow to exemplify her point.
Izzy Anders: There will be no one that can try to interfere, no one that Evan can call on for help. Not anymore.
Fujiko’s gaze turns away from Izzy, and she smile fades.
Fujiko Mine: That day can’t come soon enough.
Her head is elsewhere as she says it.
Fujiko Mine: But for tonight, let’s just put away Ragnar and Gunnar. Seth is at ringside, and we both know that for all the ‘honor’ he likes to rant about, he’s just a coward who knows that he won’t be holding the Pride championship for long.
She brings her gaze back up, where the camera can see. Her eyes are narrowed with anger.
Fujiko Mine: And if he wants to try and get involved, I’d love to crack that jaw of his again.
She softens.
Fujiko Mine: After that, we can worry about Ricky, Natalie, and…
She nods her head a few times, feeling that she didn’t need to finish. Izzy reaches out, breaking her hardened focus to rest her hand on Fujiko’s shoulder.
Izzy Anders: It’s almost time, Fujiko. Let’s put these two down and we can discuss that over...a--
Izzy’s face shows a brief moment of fear and confusion.
Izzy Anders: Buffet…
Fujiko snaps to attention, staring directly at Izzy.
Fujiko Mine: You really want to do that?
Izzy nods.
Izzy Anders: Yes. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t serious.
Fujiko’s gaze stays locked on the Mindkiller.
Fujiko Mine: I’ll think about it. Not sure I’m interested in that until that World championship has my name on it.
Fujiko tears her eyes away.
Fujiko Mine: I came here to make sure you were okay, and it gets into a buffet proposal. Not how I imagined this going at all.
Izzy doesn’t laugh, opting to shift her championship more comfortably on her shoulder.
Izzy Anders: It be like that sometimes, but let me not derail us from getting focused.
She pauses for a beat.
Izzy Anders: Hey, Fujiko?
She raises her eyebrows in response.
Fujiko Mine: Yes, Izzy?
Izzy raises a fist to Fujiko, a remnant of a smirk dawning on her face.
Izzy Anders: Thanks for checking in on me.
Fujiko looks at her fist for a moment, then extends her own and bumps Izzy’s.
Fujiko Mine: For sure, partner.
Going straight back to the killer essence that was present earlier, Izzy starts on her way out.
Izzy Anders: These fools ain’t ready.
As the Grand Slam Champion exits the shot, the camera falls back onto Fujiko. She doesn’t turn immediately as Izzy exits, opting instead to wait a moment.
Fujiko Mine: Even if they were, it’s already too late.
She exhales sharply, then follows the Mindkiller out as the feed returns to ringside.
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