Full Force Pro - 06/08/09 Tour of Japan: Event One

Intro

President Matt Kraven and Commissioner Courtney Bell come down to the ring and welcome the fans in Japan, to their first taste of Full Force Pro!

Match #1
J-Cup Three-Way Dance
Hunter Brown vs Devon Thomas vs Mike Grier

This match, turned into a one on one right off the bat. As Mike Grier didn't make his flight, and so it would simply be Devon Thomas vs Hunter Brown. The two started off strong, showing an energy that couldn't be denied. Momentum had to be on the side of Devon Thomas, as going into Glory he was competing for the World Title. After a series of blows, he had the upper hand. Backing Hunter into the corner and delivering shoulder after shoulder. Standing up, he was quick to wrap his arms around the ropes. Pulling Hunter in, he applied a standing triangle choke with the aid of the ropes, the referee's count began and Devon was quick to let go. Backing away with his arms in the air.

Hunter, stepping out the corner, rolled his arm a bit before asking for a lock up. Hands in the air, he waited as Devon drew close. When he did, he hit a dirty stomp the man's abdomen before taking him by the hand and tossing him down on to his back. Standing up tall, he flashed a rather arrogant smirk as he motioned for the crowd to let their dissaproval rain down upon him. Reaching down, he brought Devon to his feet and dragged him to the corner. Taking him by the head, he began to smash his face against the top turnbuckle.

After four strikes, he released the man, catching him in the back with a stiff forearm shot. Turning the man around, he hit a stiff kick to Devon's abdomen and went for a DDT. Devon, pushed out of it, and Hunter slammed on to the canvas back first. The opening contest was turning out to be a great. Devon, taking a hold of Hunter's leg, dragged him into the center of the ring. Stomp after stomp was delivered to the thigh of Hunter's right leg. Before, he leaned down, and applied a wrench to the knee. The entire while, dropping elbows on the man's thigh.

Devon let go, and moved away, letting Hunter gather himself together. As Hunter got to his feet, he was pulled into a headlock. Devon wrenched at for several moments, before being tossed into the ropes. On the rebound, he was met with a hard kitchen sink to his abdomen, which sent the man into a flip. Hunter was quick to go for the cover;

1...2...

A kick out, and Hunter didn't look too pleased. Leaning down, he blatantly ran his forearm over Devon Thomas' eyes, rubbing in sweat and agitating the man's eyes. The referee was quick to break this up, as Hunter stepped away with a smirk on his face. As Devon stood up, he was met with a hard stomp to his right shoulder. Dragging him to his feet, Hunter hit a snap botched suplex. Seemingly dropping the man on the top of his head on purpose. Rolling over, he went for a pin once again;

1...2...

Kick out, once again from Devon Thomas. The man was showing a lot of heart, as Hunter Brown was seemingly bending the rules around his will to win.

Taking Devon to his feet once again, it seemed as though Hunter Brown was firmly in control once again. He hit another snap suplex, but this time didn't follow it up with a pin. Mounting Devon Thomas, he dropped elbow after elbow on the man's face, until the referee attempted to pull him off. Hunter shrugged him off, landing a few more blows before standing up. He instantly began to stomp away at Devon, who was now covering himself to avoid the blows. The Referee, once more pulled Hunter away, who raised his hands instantly. Once Devon was crawling to his feet, Hunter rushed in for a clothesline, but Devon ducked it. Turning around, he hit a hard jab to Hunter's face. Leaning in, he hooked an arm, and hit a inverted half nelson suplex on Hunter Brown. His body skid off the mat, as he got to his feet. It seemed as though Devon Thomas was getting his second wind. Hunter Brown came in, and was met with a stiff shot to his jaw. Devon took Hunter's arm, and tossed him into the ropes. On the rebound, he hit a back body drop. Turning around, he waited, and he waited, stalking Hunter Brown for what looked to be The Broken Promise.

Hunter got up, and when he turned around, he saw the kick coming. Ducking under it, he slid an arm under Devon's shoulder, and then his throat. Locking them together, he slipped a leg around Devon's before leaning forward and slamming backwards; he had hit The Deal Breaker, and was quick to the pin;

1...2...3!

Hunter Brown sat up, with a rather smug smirk on his face. The opening round of the tournament, and the number one contender for the world title was out.

Match #2
J-Cup Three-Way Dance
Genocide vs Dark Horse vs Jeff Jackson

This match kicked off with a bang, as Jeff Jackson instantly went on the attack. His body crashing against Genocide's in what could only be described as a frenzied rage. Arms flailing as he dropped blow after blow on Genocide. Grabbing the man, he dragged him to the center of the ring before hitting a hard right hand that leveled him. All the while, Dark Horse just silently watched, but it would last long. Feeling like a big shot, Jeff Jackson turned and went for a hard right hand on Dark Horse; it just crashed into the man's chest, and he looked down at him with a bit of a smirk on his face. Jeff Jackson looked up, gulping a bit as he tried a few more blows, before Dark Horse leaned down. Palming the man's face, he simply shoved him down to the ground. By this time, Genocide had taken to his feet again.

Genocide, in a methodical manner, began to circle Dark Horse. The two simply exchanging looks, before they began to exchange blows. They went toe to toe with each other, until the size and strength of Dark Horse came into play. After a series of hard right hands to Genocide's face, he took the man by the arm and whipped him into the ropes. On the recoil he caught him for a hard sidewalk slam; sitting out as he did so.

Sitting up, Dark Horse was met with a series of kicks from Jeff Jackson. Who was scrambling to mount an offense against the much bigger man, but Dark Horse simply rose to his feet. Jeff Jackson, however decided to take the 'smart' option. As Dark Horse stood up, his body dropped, deliving a low drop kick to Dark Horsed right shin. It dropped the man to a knee. Springing back up, Jeff hit blow after blow across Dark Horses head. Each one measured, and each one to the point. But soon, Genocide intervined. Standing up, he turned Jeff Jackson around. Hitting a kick to the man's abdomen, he grabbed his head and tucked it; hitting a quick Genocide DDT.

Rolling over, he was going to go for the quick cover when a firm stomp ended his momentum. Dark Horse was up, and the man was livid. He stomped away at Genocide's body, methodically picking the man apart. Circling him, and stomping any portion of his body that managed to get in the way. That is when, Jeff Jackson saw a opportunity. Leaning up, he grabbed Dark Horse and went for a roll up pin. However, he didn't have enough momentum to do so. Dark Horse, looking down at Jeff Jackson, reached down and took the man by the throat. With a single man, he dragged the man kicking and flailing to his feet. With a quick and decisive head but, he subdued the man for a moment. In that moment, he found his rage. Lifting him into the air, he slammed him down, the sound echoing through the arena. Leaning down, Dark Horse covered Jeff Jackson;

1...2...3!

Jeff Jackson was out of the match, and now it only left Genocide and Dark Horse. Went at it, exchanging blow for blow, until Genocide took the smart route. Leaning in, he delivered blow after blow to Dark Horses legs. Once the man was in a kneeling position, he applied a front face look. In that positioned, he delivered multiple knees to the man's face, before stepping back and going for a measured kick to the man's head; Dark Horse caught it. Standing up, still holding Genocide's leg, he pulled him in and hit a hard lariat.

Dark Horse could of gone for the cover, but instead dropped a heavy leg drop across Genocide's chest. He then dropped another, and this time, he took to the near turnbuckle. Climbing to the second rope, it seemed as though the big man was going for inflicting pain. As he jumped, Genocide rolled out of the way. Of course, Dark Horse crashed and burned. Genocide, took this chance to take to the apron. Holding on to the top rope, he waited, and as Dark Horse took to his feet he launched himself. Jumping to the top rope, he used as a catapult. Throwing body through the air, and going for a flying clothesline. But Dark Horse simply leaned in, and hit a big boot tot he flying Genocide; the man's body went limp on the ground, as Dark Horse fell down for a cover.

1...2...

Genocide dug down deep, and found the will to kick out. A look of anger was now painted across Dark Horses face, as he knelt up. Reaching down, he took a hold of Genocide's hair and pulled the man to his feet. Measured blow, after blow came raining down upon Genocide. Going from his face to his gut. Taking a hold of Genocide's right arm, he went for an irish whip; but Genocide turned it into an arm wrench. Almost instantly, he took to the air throwing all of his weight into a mule kick that sent Dark Horse stumbling back into the ropes. Genocide was quick to rise to his feet, and charge the man. He rushed into Dark Horses' abdomen, hitting shoulder tackle. It sent Dark Horse on to the apron, holding on for dear life. Genocide waited for Dark Horse to rise, and hit a high standing roundhouse to the man's right shoulder. Dark Horse Countered, leaning in, he placed his hand upon Genocide's face and pushed him back.

Climbing back into the ring, he waited for Genocide, and once again, went for a chokeslam on what looked to be his second victim of the night. But as he lifted Genocide up, he was met with a mushroom style stomp to his face. Loosing his footing, he stumbled back into the corner. Genocide dropped down, and charged into the corner and hit a running body splash. Stumbling out, Dark Horse was dazed, Genocide wouldn't let him get far. Climbing to the middle rope, Genocide turned Dark Horse around and set him up in a double underhook set up. It seemed as though he was going for the Hellvolution. But as he jumped out and spun, Dark Horse tossed him out. Landing on his feet, Genocide stumbled. The smaller man, quickly went for a hurracanrana, but Dark Horse threw him over head. Genocide landed on the top rope. Before he could react, Dark Horse was pulled back into a full nelson setup. Jumping forward, Genocide put all of his weight into the dropping motion, holding out his knees as he hit the full nelson back cracker on Dark Horse.

Luckily, for Genocide, he didn't have to move the man away from the ropes. He simply collapsed on Dark Horses' body, and went for the cover.

1...2...3!

The bell rang, as a tired Genocide simply rose. Stumbling back, he fell into the corner, holding his arm in the air, as he gazed down at Dark Horse with a rather smug look.

Match #3
Se7en v.s. Dita Morgan w/ Youth Gone Wild

The match got underway quickly, the vulturous pack that was Youth Gone Wild ring side for the match. Hunter Brown, looking rather smug after his first round win in the J-Cup Tournament. Se7en instantly took the fight to the Youth Gone Wild diva. Landing a series of blows, and grapples on the woman. Taking her to the corner, and posing before jumping on to her shoulders and using a flying leg scissors to toss her free from the corner. Dita Morgan's body flipped, landing back first on the canvas.

Se7en was quick for the cover attempt, but got nothing more than a quick rest, as Dita Morgan kicked out almost automatically. Youth Gone Wild wasn't looking to happy with the way things were starting out, but that would soon change. As Se7en went to drag Dita to her feet, she was met with a stiff blow to her abdomen. Then another, and then another, before Dita reached up and rolled Se7en down for a pin;

1...2...

and she kicked out, Hunter looked a bit more upset, holding on to his hair as he began to pace back and forth. However, Madison Skye had a rather smug look painted across her face as she continued to watch on. Bringing the woman to her feet Dita, applied a quick headlock. But Se7en managed to bring the duo to the ropes, using the moment of a stumble, she tossed Dita off. Hitting the ropes, Dita came back and hit a heavy clothesline. Stopping dead in her tracks, she fell and hit a leg drop across Se7en's throat. One again, she went for the quick cover.

1...2...

She managed to kick out yet again, and this was starting to get on the nerves of the rest of the faction. Pulling Se7en to her feet, Dita applied a front facelock, before going for a suplex. Se7en rolled out of it, and fell down. In the process performing a sloppy looking sunset pin on Dita.

1...2...

Once again, a kick out. But something wasn't right, Hunter Brown was on the apron and the referee was quick to approach him. As he did so, Madison Skye ran around the ring and climbed on to the apron. She leaned out, slapping the standing Se7en on the shoulder. The diva whipped around, and when she did she was met with a strong right hand with what looked to be brass knuckles! Her body went limp, as the confused and dazed Dita Morgan went for the pin. Hunter dropped from the apron, and after a moment the referee turned around went for the pin count.

1...2...3!

Dita Morgan sat up, with a satisfied look on her face, as Youth Gone Wild had once more found a way to slither themselves into another winning situation. The maint event, is up next!

Main Event
J Cup - 3-Way Dance
Ichiro Takeshi v.s. Alexander Monroe v.s. Jessie Clinton

The main event of the evening, and from the early shades it was looking like it was going to go down in the history books. The three took little time in measuring each other. However, Alexander slipped out of the ring, with a smirk on his face. The bell had rang, and the two paid little attention to the other. Jessie Clinton was quick into the lock up, and Takeshi had no complaints as he went with the same. The two exchanged in a quick struggle, before the larger Takeshi pulled the woman in for a side headlock. He applied the move quickly, before dragging the small woman to the center of the ring.

Troy Champion: "Alexander Monroe did the smart thing, and took to the sidelines to watch a few moments of the game. It’s something us ‘professional athletes’ need to do to get our baring."

Jackson Flint: "I think most would just call it cowardice."

Alexander, however was no coward, he was far from it. He slithered around the ring, watches at the two tangled up. He would slide in momentarily, to stop the ten count. Meanwhile, Takeshi continued to throw his weight around to hold Jessie Clinton in his grasp. But just as soon as he went for a take down, she reacted. As her feet left the ground, she swung a leg around and drove a knee into his back. He went for the maneuver again, and once more she drove a knee into his back. His grip loosened, and she pounced on this. Wrapping her arms around his waist, with all of her might she wrenched backwards.

With a quick decision, she hit a text book and classic backdrop on the larger opponent. But instead of releasing, she arched her back, going for the quick pin. The referee didn’t even get to one, when Alexander Monroe’s body came crashing down across Jessie Clintons. During their tie up, he had taken to the top rope. He waited, and he measured them up. Then tossing himself in a flipped senton splash, rolling across Clinton’s abdomen and breaking up the pin.

Troy Champion: "Now that’s how you execute a game plan! Right there, picture perfect! He took a moment to watch the opposing team, and he acted!"

Jackson Flint: "No, what he did was take advantage of a situation."

Troy Champion: "Why don’t you just shut your mouth, what experience do you have?"

The bickering between the two commentators wasn’t the focus, as Alexander Monroe had now gone on the offensive. Blow after blow slammed against Jessie Clinton’s right shoulder. Each measured strike with the focus of softening her up for the Nemesis Gate. It was a few moment, before the referee got between Alexander pushing him away as her body was located under the ropes. It wasn’t long before all three competitors took to their feet, and were exchanging blows. For a moment, the two teamed up against Monroe. His actions had a consequence; getting jumped. He was trying to work on Clinton some more, when Takeshi came up from behind.

Throwing his elbow into the back of Alexander’s neck, he was quick to pull the man back and hit a reverse suplex. He wouldn’t wait, as he rolled back and put on a modified crossface on Alexander. But Clinton was quick to break up the move, dropping heavy blow to the side of Takeshi’s face.

Troy Champion: "Are you watching this match? Are you seeing the double team? In my day, we had a brotherhood to help us. A team."

Jackson Flint: Well, this isn’t football Jackson, and it seems like Alexander is getting his due justice.

The intensity picked up, as Takeshi and Clinton took to the standing game. The small woman, showing her toughness as she exchanged chops with Takeshi. It wasn’t until a barrage of hard chops to Takeshi’s throat that she seemed to bring the man to a knee. Hitting the ropes, the recoil was meant to go for a shining low yakuza kick, but Alexander Monroe was stalking. As she brought up her leg, she caught the man’s foot with her jaw in the last moment. Alexander had rushed up, extending one leg, and lowering his knee. The foot would meet with Clinton’s jaw, and the knee with the back of Takeshi’s head. But in the process, Clinton’s foot clipped Alexander’s body, sending him tumbling on his head.

Rolling, he clutched his head. All three bodies upon the ground, as the count began. Surprisingly enough, Clinton was the first up, and she went on the attack. She wouldn’t allow Alexander to get up, as she came down upon him with a knee drop across his right thigh. It was a smart maneuver, as Alexander used his right leg the most for his kicks. Rolling off of the move, she quickly stood up and began to stomp away at the man’s thigh. After a moment, she dropped to the mat, placing her knee on Alexander’s and yanking back on his leg; her weight on his knee.

Troy Champion: "She’s abusing the situation, way to be the good guy…."

Jackson Flint: "She’s being smart, and in a match up like this that’s what she needs to do."

Takeshi, however had found the time to rest. Stumbling over to Clinton, he was quick to hit a measured blow across her forehead. Then another, and then another, and soon a cut had opened up on her forehead. It wasn’t until the third blow that she released and stumbled to her feet. But as Takeshi approached her, going for a clothesline she came out with a wicked reversal. Stepping under the clothesline, she let her right arm slip underneath Takeshi’s shoulder, and grasp at his neck. Using the momentum, she threw her body up and wrapped her thighs around Takeshi’s throat. Maneuvering her arm, she placed him in an inverted key lock, all the while Takeshi was still standing.

The move was beautiful, and it would of possibly worked, if Alexander hadn’t placed himself in. With Clinton’s head hanging in the wind, she left herself open. Alexander came up behind Takeshi, and leaned in. With a measured low kick, he had knocked Jessie off of Takeshi, the blow loosening her grip as she fell to the canvas. Takeshi, groggy, stumbled around and was met with a strong European uppercut from Alexander. He was forced into the corner by a series of measured and methodical kicks to his abdomen, and when his back was pushed to the turnbuckle, Alexander exploded. He measured Takeshi up, looking to Jessie, and then reacting.

His hands grasped the top rope, as he pulled in and hit a hard knee to Takeshi’s gut. Leaning back, he hit another. Releasing the ropes, he quickly hit a hard jab to Takeshi’s jaw, before leaning in. Wrapping his arms around the man’s abdomen, he leaned back and quickly hit a belly-to-belly over head suplex.

Troy Champion: "You’ve got to give credit where credit is due, Alexander Monroe’s offense has been brilliant thus far."

Jackson Flint: "Of course it has, it’s based on trickery and deception."

Takeshi’s body hit the mat, and he instantly rolled to his feet. Alexander turned around stunned, and was leveled with a hard lariat. Reeling, he got up and once again was put down with a hard lariat. By the time the third one came around, Takeshi was fired up. Jessie Clinton took to her feet, and was met with an onslaught of blows. But as Takeshi pressed into her, Jessie Clinton fired back. With each measured strike from Takeshi, Clinton returned with her own. It seemed like she would gain the upper hand in the exchange, before Takeshi leaned in and hit a hard head butt, sending the woman reeling. It was then, that he leaned in from behind.

Hooking her leg, he wrenched backwards. Releasing, as he head crashed against the mat and her body rolled over into a kneeling position in a sickening display. But some how, she took to her feet and charged at Takeshi who had yet to turn around. Wrapping an arm around his throat, and an arm under the shoulder Clinton was quick to apply a sleeper hold. But it did not last long, as she was quick to wrench back. Hitting a release suplex of her own. But she did not release. Her body arched, as his stomach hit the mat. Rolling back, she now sat on his back, as she straddled his spine. Reaching down, she transitioned into a rather beautiful Dragon Sleeper.

Troy Champion: "A good competitor would give a man a break! Look at the viscous attitude, she should be disqualified."

Jackson Flint:" You’re insane, this is text book chain wrestling. You can really see her background shine through."

She held in the hold, while driving a knee into his back. It seemed as though he was on the verge of tapping out, when a firm soccer style kick was driven into Jessie’s back. But she held on to the move, with blood pouring down her face. With another, she still didn’t release, than a third, and nothing. Alexander took a step back, and then reached forward. Digging his hands into her hair, he dragged it down as he slammed her face against the canvas. The referee was quick to come in, and reprimand him over the use of her hair. He held his hands up, as he walked around the referee and took the fight to Jessie Clinton. Dragging her to her feet, he was quick to hit a snap suplex.

He went for the pin attempt;

1...2...

A strong kick out, and Alexander sat up with a rather disappointed look. Takeshi, however was waiting, and when Alexander rose he was quick to hit a running face wash boot across Alexander’s face. The blood seemed to come pouring from above Alexander’s right eye, as his body fell limp the mat. It seemed as though he was finished, and Takeshi stood tall. But as he walked forward, the feigning Jessie Clinton struck. As Takeshi walked forward, the trap was sprung. She rolled into the air, a leg tripping Takeshi’s out from under him. He stumbled forward and in that moment, took him down into a roll up pin.

1...2...3!

Jackson Flint: "Great strategy, and now only one more to go!"

Troy Champion: "That’s not strategy, that’s playing possum. One of the dirtiest plays in the book."

She sat up, with a confident smile painted across her face. But little did she know, with a mask of blood on his face, Alexander was waiting for her to turn around. On rubbery legs, he stood there, but Jessie had been expecting it. Spinning around, she went for a backfist, but Alexander ducked the blow. But just as the fans had counted her out of the move, her body took to the air. Spinning around, she brought her leg around and went for a spinning Savate Kick. Alexander, however saw this coming. Over-rotating, she dizzied and spun around. Jumping into the air he went for it, and he hit it; The Killing Stroke. Both bodies fell limp the the canvas. The first signs of life came from Alexander.

Crawling over, he grabbed her by the neck and dragged her to the center of the ring. Leaning down, he applied a front-facing triangle choke to her, before flipping over and bridging. The woman’s legs began to flail, as Alexander locked in The Nemesis Gate. However, Jessie Clinton fought with all of her might to get out of the move. She was like a child having a tantrum, trying everything she could to get out of the move. That was when, Alexander flipped back over. His right leg came flying upward, as he drove a series of knee’s into her face, before dragging her into the center of the ring, and re-flipping over.

Troy Champion:" Like a quarterback sack! She’s losing yards, and she’s loosing them fast."

Jackson Flint: "That made absolutely no sense, but you have to give both of them credit. He’s really working for the tap out, and she’s fighting with all of her might."

She continued to flail, but as Alexander began to thrash his upper body around, it seemed as though her thrashing was slowing down. After a minute in a half locked in the nemesis gate; Jessie Clinton tapped out.

Recap

- Hunter Brown defeated Devon Thomas.
- Genocide defeated Dark Horse and Jeff Jackson in a 3-Way Dance.
- Dita Morgan defeated Se7en.
- Alexander Monroe defeated Ichiro Takeshi and Jessie Clinton in a 3-Way Dance.

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