After Show for Final Frontier

[FGA Office]

Hey guys. I figured this would be a good way to keep storylines moving heading into the "off week".

After each show, I'll post an After Show thread for each show. The idea of the After Show is to give your in-character thoughts on what happened on the show.

Want to move your storyline alone? Talk about it?

You wanted to send in that backstage segment but never sent it in time? Post it here.

You got attacked? Talk about it.

You got screwed? Talk about it.

You want to brag? Talk about it.

I'm not asking for anything much. This isn't even mandatory. But 5-6 lines at the most is perfectly fine. If you want to do more than that? By all means, go for it.

If you do respond to these threads, then your character's dialogue will be used in upcoming magazine shows, DVD tapings and news reports. Again, it's just a way to keep storylines moving.

[Perello]

In the parking lot we see Cyncity packing her things into the back of her BMW. A camera crew rapidly approaches her as the match between Dom Harter and Malcolm Drake comes to the end and Drake's theme is heard faintly in the parking lot. Cyn slams the trunk of her BMW and makes eye contract with the camera crew. She stops what she's doing, and reaches into her pocket to pull out her phone.

CAMERAMAN: Cyn? What happened out there?!

She glances down at her phone, never looking up at the camera crew.

CAMERAMAN: You just turned your back on FGA! On Dan! On Cordy!

Cyn finally looks up and shakes her head from side to side.

CYNCITY: Soo very dramatical, mister. Turned my back on Cordy? Dontcha think you're reaching a tiny bit there? I didn't turn my back on Cordy. I don't get why you would say something as silly as that!

She chuckles and slides her phone back into her sweatshirt pocket.

CYNCITY: I didn't turn my back on Dan either. He pretty much treated me like I wasn't in the match and only decided to tag himself in after IIIIIII beat someone down! Mister How Shiny is my Head showed the world exactly why he could never be a leader! He showed the world exactly why he'd never make it on a tag TEEEAM. Heck, he even showed the world why he was such a bad boss-man!

She walks around the car and makes to the driver side door.

CYNCITY: All Dan Herrera cares about is Dan Herrera, and I won't be part of a team with someone who thinks like that. Cordy could have walked out with me, and she didn't. I guess that means she's a better person than I am, but everyone already knew that, right?

She opens her door and looks as if she's about to hop in until the cameraman stops.

CAMERAMAN: But... the fans... FGA... we were all relying on you three to get rid of the Infinite Empire and you ruined that!

She laughs and proceeds to hop into her car, looking up at the cameraman with a blank expression.

CYNCITY: Hasn't Disney taught you that not every story has a happy ending? Jeeze. Educate yourself, mister! Now moooove! Before I slam you in my door!

Cyn reaches for her door and slams the door shut, nearly catching the cameraman with it. She pulls out the lot as the cameraman looking for more FGA talent following the action packed night.

[Vinny]

Backstage in the trainer's area, doctors have just finished tending to the wounds of Malcolm Drake, who sits shirtless on one of the cots set up in the room. The room is empty, save for Drake, whose hands massage the black and purple bruising around his throat where the dog collar had strangled him for much of the night. He also has a blood-stained wrap of gauze around his forehead and the corners around his nose, eyes, and mouth still hold small deposits of crushed blood.


"Okay," Drake says, still somewhat short of breath, but offering a bit of a smirk, "That was a little more than a tickle."

Drake hacks and coughs for a little bit, before sliding off the cot. He limps gingerly over toward a mirror where he catches the first glimpse of himself, post-match. He surveys the damage with a mix of bemusement and pain. 

He sighs heavily, "Now what?"

[shaunsindelman]

Scene: Outside of the Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City - the snow blasted marquee overhead says "FGA Presents: Final Frontier 2014". The camera tilts down to show "The Biz" Mike Bisignano standing in front of the main entrance to the building. He's wearing blue jeans and a black jacket which is open enough to see that he is sporting a "Malcolm Drake" t-shirt that he clearly just bought at the event. He looks at the camera and begins to address the FGA fans who will be watching this at home.

Biz: Three years….

He pauses for a moment and sighs.

Biz: …is three too many.

I've had my fair share of injuries - some self-inflicted and others forced upon by my others. And the resulting time on the shelf from those was never as bad as my most recent vacation from the sport that I've called my home for close to ten years.

I've been out of the ring for three LONG years and for nearly one thousand days, all I ever thought about was getting right back in.

He pauses again and then laughs to himself.

Biz: Man, let me tell you....I don't remember it being THAT bad during my "unfortunate" exile many years ago. Big lesson learned ther -- never agree to work for a promoter who thinks it will be good for your career to fake your own death and then go into hiding for a year. 

But that's behind me now.

Sitting in the Hammerstein Ballroom tonight made me forget about all the crap I've had to deal with. Watching guys like Chris Bond, Kevin Hardaway, Malcolm Drake...heck, even Don Harter. All of FGA combined tonight reminded me that my fondest moments in this sport were made in this very building…in matches where *I* was the main-eventer.

Feeling the hot lights on me.

The roar of the crowd.

I witnessed firsthand what the new generation are capable of and with that comes the knowledge that it's going to take a helluva lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get back to that main event scene.

FGA may be like nothing I ever seen before.

But the same can be said for me.

In 2015…Biz-ness is about to pick up.

And fade.

[Deleted]

A sweaty, still hard breathing Johnny approaches the camera. He has a half a smile on, and the weight of the world that seemed to have settled on him earlier is obviously lifted.

Johnny Raike: "So, not a complete failure. You're welcome Hammerstein. Now, I'm going home."

[Yun Goeun]

A camera crew catches up with Tomoko Hanahara, cautious to keep their distance knowing what happened on her debut, as she is exiting the building. The other members of the Infinite Empire not with her at the moment. Tomoko spots the camera and smiles, walking up to the cameraman fast. She grabs the camera by the lenses and brings it up to her face.

Tomoko Hanahara: Come on FGA, we at least would like some sort of challenge... Pretend for us, that you can TRY to stop us. Week after week you throw people at us, and week after week we send them back embarrassed. What happened to your savior, Mr FGA, Dan Herrera? To carry the weight of a federation on your shoulders only to fail... Man, that has to suck for you... Hey, Mr Camera Man, do me a favor."

As she says this she steps back from the camera for a second, digging through one of her pockets. She finally pulls forth a handkerchief. She tosses it to the camera man, landing on top of the camera partly obscuring the view.

Tomoko Hanahara: Give that to Dan, tell him to get him self cleaned up, on me. Then tell him he should just go home and be a family man, he will let people down less that way. See you around, FGA... Next time, maybe give us someone worth a damn..."

With that, Tomoko turns from the camera and walks off out of the arena, the camera cuts off just as the camera man removes the handkerchief from off the camera...

[Johnny Karma]

[Cherry Baum is helping a battered and bruised Johnny Karma back to his locker room, following his cage match victory over Kevin Hardaway, with the camera crew generally being in the way]

Cherry: Could you get out of the way please? J-K's feeling a little tender right now and he's not in the right shape to give an interview right...

[As if someone just flicked a light switch on the back of Karma's head, he suddenly flickers into life]

Karma: Interview? You say somebody wants me to give an interview?

Cherry: Well, yes, but surely you need to rest up? You've got a welt the size of Gramercy Park on your back, and I hear the Hammerstein is all out of Z-Pak...

Karma: Pish posh, Miss Baum, I am more than...ow.

[Karma winces and places a hand on his back]

Karma: ...so, yeah, an ice pack or six wouldn't go amiss right now.

[Karma gives Cherry the puppy dog eyes, and she reluctantly squeezes past the camera crew to fetch them]

Karma: So, yeah, you wanted to ask me about my winning the big one, proving those deluded fools who compensate their own failings by doubting me so very, very wrong, and...owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhere's an ice pack when I need one???

[Karma steps against the wall to prop himself up, and his face relaxes a little when he does so]

Karma: Ahhh, this wall is nice and cool, it feels so good on my back.

[Karma remembers he's being interviewed]

Karma: So, yeah, a while back I said I wanted to show that I could take the hardest shots from Kevin Hardaway and keep on coming back until I proved that wrestling will always be better than brawling, and that's exactly what I did. It might have taken a little longer than planned, and I may have taken a few dozen more of Hardway's hardest shots than planned...seriously, where's the darned ice pack?

Cherry: Here it is J-K!

[Cherry barges past the camera crew and holds it against the small of Karma's back, and his eyes almost cross when she does so]

Karma: That feels much better.

[Cherry beams to the camera]

Karma: There's something that would feel even better, though: 2014 has been a good year, but it's not been a great year, so that's something that needs to be rectified pretty darned quick - although since there isn't another FWA show for a while, I guess that means it will need to be rectified in January, and keep being rectified through February, March, April, May...well, you get the idea. After all, there's a few people thinking they're ahead of me in the pecking order, blissfully unaware they're in a false position, so come 2015 that's going to have to change one step at a time. Until then...

[Karma lets out a high pitched yelp of surprise and looks rather flustered]

Karma: Miss Baum, is that the ice pack you're holding right now?

[Cherry looks around for a few seconds, before slowly casting her eyes towards Karma's gluteus maximus]

Cherry: It doesn't appear to be, J-K. I think I may have dropped the ice pack...

[Cherry flashes her best butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth look]

Karma: Perhaps you should let it go.

Cherry: That's a good idea.

[Cherry doesn't appear to do anything]

Karma: Preferably now.

[Cherry grumbles at having to remove her hand]

Karma: ...so, yes, this is me making a New Year's Resolution a couple of weeks early, because I like doing things in advance: come next year, FWA is going to be dipped in Karma-mel and become a sweet, sticky treat the whole family can enjoy, and people will wonder how they went so long without it. But until then...ciao.

[Karma goes to walk away, then almost immediately his legs start to give out so Cherry has to carry him down the corridor once again]

[Jensen Banks]

Backstage, we find Colton Sterling sitting on one of the large equipment crates, wearing his street clothes, staring down with a smirk at his newly won FGA World Tag Team championship, the name "Laurel Anne Hardy" written on the nameplate. When he hears the camera crew take a few steps towards him, Colton looks away from the belt and up at the cameras.

Colton Sterling: Hey, guys. After show stuff?

Cameraman #1: Yup, pretty much.

Colton nods his head.

Colton Sterling: Shoot.

Cameraman #2: Man, why do we always gotta do Spencer Burke's job?

Cameraman #1: Because there's like 40 people on this roster and Burke is only one man? Plus, he's probably too busy trying to find the Fratdaddies to interview. You know damn well he really wants to be part of that group.

Sterling looks at both men as they discuss why Spencer Burke isn't there before clearing his throat, getting their attention and motioning for them to actually ask a freaking question.

Cameraman #2: Oh, right. Um, first things first, how does it feel to be one half of the FGA World Tag Team champions?

Colton Sterling: It's almost bittersweet. Being the FGA World Tag Team champions alongside my girlfriend is a huge accomplishment, but I know who held these belts before and I know they cherished them. So, it does suck that we had to take the gold from them. I wish there could have been another way, but there just wasn't.

He seems to lose his smirk as he looks down at the championship belt.

Cameraman #1: Would you give the Sparklebuddies a rematch?

Colton peels his eyes away from the belt and back up at the camera crew.

Colton Sterling: Hell yeah, I would. Those two gave us a hell of a fight and I'm proud to have won such a great match between us.

Before the cameramen could say anything else, Colton's phone began buzzing and he reached into his right pocket and picked up the device before seeing who it was from and smiling once more.

Colton Sterling: Sorry, guys. Gotta head off. Thanks for taking the time to give me a few moments on the screen though.

Colton gives them another nod before heading off, World Tag Team title slung over his right shoulder.

[pimp]

Spencer Burke is seen in the backstage area of the Hammerstein Ballroom in front of a backdrop of FGA’s logo.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and Gentleman, standing with me is STILL your Pride Champion, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine!

The camera pans over to Tony who’s rubbing on the title belt around his waist. He cracks open a beer and starts to chug, waiting for Burke to go on.

Spencer Burke: Tonight we witnessed your first title defense as the FGA Pride Champion. What can we expect from you going into 2015?

The Pride Champion laughs, spilling some beer down the side of his face in the process.

Sunshine Tony: What can you expect from me? I know damn well that’s a rhetorical question Bad Bama Burke. I know you got talking points to hit during these interviews so I’m going to pretend like you don’t know the answer to your question. In 2015 I’m going to keep fucking winning. Simple as that.

He finishes the beer, burps out for a few moments before tossing the can behind him.

Sunshine Tony: I want it all. Riley Blowens fell on his ass once again. Sparklebuddies lost to the worst tag team in the modern era. It’s sickening. And because of it, the Fratdaddies will be doing a clean sweep of every title and accolade we can get our hands on. I’m greedy. I’m not satisfied with only the Pride title especially when I know I’m better than anyone else in this damn company. Who else Burke? Who else do I have to prove myself to? Jimmy Page? Bordy? Child please.

Voice: Speaking of…

Spencer turns around to see the man to whom the voice belongs; standing there in front of Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine and Spencer Burke is none other than a bloodied and bruised for FGA World Champion, Dom Harter. Some gauze wrapped around his head, hiding that fresh wound rather nicely. Otherwise he’s dressed in his street clothes - a pair of jeans and his new ‘Fratboy Assassin’ t-shirt.

Dom Harter: It’s ok, Burke, I know the question you’d like to ask. After that crushing defeat at the hand of his former mentor, what’s next for Dom Harter? And to tell you the truth I was about to turn tail and run away never to be seen again…

Harter coughs and shakes his head.

Dom Harter: But something you said, Tony, it struck me as quite profound. Every title, every accolade. And I look back at the last two years - I’m a two time FGA Champion, I’m a former Mid-Atlantic Tag Team champion. I won the Dynamic Duos tournament, I won the Gold Rush Rumble twice in a row. I just main evented my fifth FGA pay-per-view in the last twelve months … but something’s missing - and no, it’s not my balls. If you’re wondering - and I know Spencer is at least - where Dom Harter goes next, then I’ve got two words for you: Grand Slam.

Tony holds his finger up in the air and waves Dom off.

Sunshine Tony: Stop it right there Dommy. Burke doesn’t care about--

Dom Harter: He’ll care about what I tell him to care about.

The Pride champ glares over at Harter.

Sunshine Tony: First of all, never fucking interrupt the Scandalous One again. Second of all, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: give it up. You went out there and lost two straight times to Drake. If anyone should be in my face I would expect him before you. I won’t hold you two up, but I’ll say this one thing.

Tony looks as if he’s about to walk off.

Sunshine Tony: Maybe that Memento Mori scrambled your brain to shit. Look at you and then look at me. You sure this is what you want? Are you sure you want to be FURTHER embarrassed? Think about it.

Tony pats Burke on the back, rolling his eyes at Dom before turning down the hallway. Harter chuckles softly as he watches Carmine walking away before he shakes his head and walks away in the opposite direction.