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Post by FGA Office on Sept 18, 2016 12:17:45 GMT -5
Catch up with your favorite FGA grapplers on AfterBurn! Get their thoughts on the latest, their opponents, and other backstage happenings right here, only on AxxessNet!
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Post by Noelle Smith on Sept 18, 2016 20:08:10 GMT -5
Noelle bypasses Spencer Burke who is waiting backstage to interview people who were just in the Five Way Fray - not because she was wanting to hide, but because she needed to get her phone before she went to the trainers. That superkick to the head that ended the match from Molly Reid was a solid tag and she was supposed to get a quick check 'just in case' when something like that would happen. She stops by her locker and slips inside quickly, getting her phone out of her bag while sparing a glance to the waiting shower, which she really wanted to just get cleaned up and go to the hotel... but she had made a promise earlier so she means to keep it.
With a sigh she leaves the locker and heads to the trainers, and she pauses at the door to send a quick text message. Don't worry, I'm okay... going in now, I'll let you know. But I'm fine.
She knocks sharply before she enters the trainers and forces a smile.
Noelle Smith: I'm here, just a quick check for concussion.
She waves her hand and fails at her attempt to laugh it off.
Noelle Smith: So let's do this, I know I'm fine so don't make a liar out of me, okay?
She turns then to shut the door.
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Post by The Mason on Sept 19, 2016 5:43:46 GMT -5
???: Ahem! Ahem! AHEMMMM! AHHHHH... AHHH... AHHHEM!
After ignoring the throat-clearing for as long as he can, Spencer Burke slowly turns away from the trainer's room Noelle Smith had disappeared into. Evan Envi approaches, massaging the areas around his own eyes for a moment before slapping a hand down on Spencer's shoulder. Spencer forces a smile.
Evan Envi: What's goin' on here?
Spencer hasn't had a chance to speak. He gestures to the door and Evan narrows his eyes, lowering his other hand from his face, speaking up again.
Evan: Who's in there?
Spencer Burke: That'd be Noelle Smi--
Evan: That sounds really boring.
Evan and Spencer stare at each other for a few moments-- neither apparently willing to break the silence. Until Evan pokes him.
Spencer Burke: Alright. Um. I'm here, standing with Evan Envi who participated in this evening's Five Way Fray, and one thing I just have to ask, Evan, is why? Why did you ambush Molly Reid backstage prior to the match?
Evan: I lit a fire under Molly Reid is what I did! I gave the world a Molly Reid that it didn't even know existed, Spence. Tonight, Molly Reid ARRIVED! And sure, she may have blindsided me during my entrance and ROBBED THE WORLD OF EVAN ENVI AS THE PRIDE CHAMPION WITH HER EMOTIONAL ANTICS, but she only delayed the inevitable, my man. I'm still coming after that Pride Championship. I gotta take a backseat for a minute but that's fine, though. That's-- SPENCE, stop lookin' over at that door. I told you, it's not worth the power the camera would have to produce!
Spence Burke: So... in essence... you were just trying to 'motivate' Molly Reid?
Evan: EXACTLY, SPENCER. I'm not a hostile person. I'm not like Chris "The Dud" Strike or like-- like-- like Nero, just trash-talking popular talent on the Twitter machine or making ABSURD challenges just to stay relevant!
An audible gasp can be heard off-screen.
Evan: Yeah, I said it! Relevant!
Spence Burke: Well, there's no need for language like that.
Evan: Anyway. I'm gonna go get my face massaged, Spencer, professionally, because everybody felt the overwhelming need to hit me in it tonight. But when you're watching Molly Reid compete for the Pride Title, remember who put her in that position. Remember who got her there. Because she's an afterthought without me, Spence. Quote me!
Evan backs out of frame, arms spread out for God-knows-why. Spencer watches as Evan departs and then turns back to the camera.
Spence Burke: For those of you watching AfterBurn, this has been Spencer Burke, interviewing Evan Env--
Evan: QUOTE ME!
Spence Burke: ...Evan Envi.
Spence shakes his head a bit, eyes closed, before we cut away to a lovely 30-second internet ad.
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