Former 2x PDW Platinum Champion and FGA star Sebastian Grey made his return this past Saturday in Amarillo, TX. Despite posting a 4-1 record during his first five matches in FGA, Grey felt like he still wasn't giving it his all. So after taking a few months off to fully rehabilitate a pre-existing knee injury, Grey was on the verge of giving the FGA crowd some great news. But what followed was as shocking as it was eerie. Here is the exclusive footage from this past Saturday's DVD Taping...
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Sebastian Grey: And like I said...I've been watching and.............................................................................................
Stephy Auger: Oh dear, it looks like we're having some technical difficulties.
Sebastian continues to talk, but his mic is no longer working. He catches on about a sentence in and his brows furrow. He lowers it and hits it a few times, trying to talk again and getting nothing. Shrugging, he walks to the ropes and asks for another mic, holding out the defective one. As the crew scrambles to get him a fresh one, the mic seems to come back to life and he waves them off, backing to the center of the ring. As he starts to talk again...
“I'VE BEEN WATCHING TOO, SEBASSSSTIANNN....”
The voice that booms throughout the arena is loud and frantic, a demonic hiss and cackle to it. Grey looks around, growing concerned as he and the rest of the crowd search for the origin of the voice. Sebastian looks at the mic and realizes it is still dead and drops it, no longer concerned with his own mic as he moves to the ropes and asks the crew if they know where the feed is coming from.
“DON'T WORRY, SEBASSSTIAN...YOU CAN'T SEE ME...BUT THEN AGAIN...HOW COUUUULD YOU?”
Grey is growing agitated now as he shrugs his shoulders in his jacket and moves back to the center of the ring, looking towards the curtains and holding his arms out, beckoning the voice to show itself.
“Youuuu, the EPITOME of being a GOOD GUY...you only sssssee the GOOD in people. You get by every day with the guiding illusion that everyone can be their BESSST if they just cared about their fellow mannnn...”
The lights noticeably dim, a light fog rolling across the entrance area and trickling towards the ring.
“BUT what of us who are shunned from the light? Incapable of any emotion other than hatred and disssdain. What happens when you stare into the eyesss of a being incompatible with your idea of GOOD... ?”
The voice laughs a deep, yet shrill maniacal laugh, the lights in the arena turning green, illuminated the fog that fills the entire arena floor and creeps around the feet of Grey. A musical number that can send shivers down the spine replaces the voice, with what seems like news anchor accounts of a fictitious zombie outbreak playing intermittently through the song. On stage, two figures rise from the fog, one male, and one noticeably female, both cloaked, but their faces painted as death itself, skeletal and terrifying. They stare down at Grey, who stares back, eyes darting around a bit through the fog. After a long stare off, the two turn their backs to the crowd and bend down into the fog, straining as they reach down and grab something. Slowly, they raise an enormous coffin until it is standing between them.
Kris Cruise: What's this?
Grey noticeably mouths “what the fuck?” As the two skeletal minions unlock the coffin and open the doors outward. The inside is lit with a blue LED and inside, a bald and shirtless man lies prone, his arms crossed against his chest. Every inch of his skin is inked, making him look like a human skeleton. His mouth is tattooed a jagged boney grin, and his eyelids are black as night. When they snap open, his eyes are ghostly white, like a blind man, but he clearly SEES Sebastian. Uncrossing his arms, the skeleton man pulls himself out of the coffin, his skele-buddies lowering it back into the fog before he steps forward, cracking his neck as they flank him. He looks around the arena and then straight at Grey, before smiling, the skeletal grin breaking to a full set of onyx black teeth.
Like a wraith, the man darts towards the ring, his followers running after him, their cloaks billowing in the fog. Grey rips his jacket off and gets in his stance, ready for the unprovoked attack, but just as the three reach the ring, they dive into the the fog that surrounds it, completely disappearing. Grey had jumped towards the ropes, but now his eyes dart around, his nerves on fire as he backs to the center of the ring. As if on some sort of creepy wavelength, the two cloaked minions rise from the fog on opposite ends of the ring. The female jumps onto the apron first, a wicked smile on her face as her male counterpart does the same on the other side. Grey looks back and forth, as both creep into the ring. He nods, beckoning the male, but the female lunges first, screeching and unveiling what seems to be surgically created talons. Grey's eyes widen and he sidesteps just as the male looks to club him in the back. The male clubs the talon'ed female, sending her tumbling to the mat. When he turns around, Grey boots him in the gut and sets him up for Grey Matter, but like a bat, the man from the coffin comes out of the fog, jumping over the top rope in his black jeans and biker boots, landing almost silently behind Grey, who is toying with the guy in his clutches.
Kris Cruise: Somebody stop this! This is just uncalled for.
The man turns so he is back to back with Grey, and entwines their arms together. Grey's eyes go wide as the man bends his body and twists so that Grey is now hanging upside down on his back, their arms locked. The skeleton man cackles and looks directly out into the crowd before closing his eyes to show the black sockets in his skeleton face, before letting his own legs go, driving Grey head first into the mat. The fog begins to fade, and Grey flops to the mat, rolling onto his back and staring at the rafters.
The female, still hurt, but seemingly not caring, drags her body towards him like something out of a horror movie as the male minion leans in the corner. The man from the coffin remains seated, his arms slack and his head down, eyes closed. When the smoke has subsided and the lights return, he reaches back and takes Grey's limp, injured leg under his arm, his other bony hand snatching up the mic as his eyes open, the septum piercing and the stud that goes between his white eyes glinting in the light.
The female hisses now face to face with Sebastian, her talons running down his face, drawing blood.
“To which, they said, does the hand of judgment ultimately fall? Who gets the final say? The man filled with love and devotion? Or the man who is not a man, the one who fear not the idea of sin, or the placating of others? Only time shall tell, but for THIS one, his time has once again, fallen short...”
He wrenches Grey's leg in an inhuman direction, waking Grey up from his stupor and causing him to scream out in agony. Satisfied with his work, the vile skeleton man rises, looking down at his pray, his two minions flanking him, a trio of corpses, ready to take on the world of the living.
“To which, they asked, when the answer was already WYCH...ALASTOR WYCH...Death Incarnate...and FGA's newest, and eternal nightmare...behold, your fallen hero...and embrace the impending darkness...”
The lights go out, and when they return, all that is left in the ring is Grey and his hopes of returning to FGA just as broken and bloodied as he.
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There's no word on the current condition of Grey. But we'll keep you posted here at FGA Online when more details become available.
