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Post by FGA Office on Feb 5, 2017 12:45:30 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 Chandler Scott on Feb 5, 2017 14:30:22 GMT -5
(An irate Chandler Scott can be seen marching around the backstage halls of the Xfinity Arena in Everett, Washington. Every few seconds, Chandler stops and kicks a door open as he’s in desperate pursuit of his attacker... Chandler Scott: Where the hell is she? (Chandler walks up to a group of backstage workers that are all huddled up.) Chandler Scott: I SAID WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!? (Chandler scans the group. But they’re not giving him the info he’s looking for. So Chandler pushes past them as he continues to his march down the halls. He then stops once he gets to the locker room labeled “Cordelia Stevenson: FGA World Champion”. Chandler turns the knob and tries to push the door open, but it’s stuck. Chandler yanks on the knob before trying to push the door open. But it won’t budge.) Chandler Scott: Cordy! CORDY!!! OPEN UP!!! (Chandler bangs on the door loudly.) Chandler Scott: OPEN UP THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!! (Spencer Burke makes his way into the shot after hearing all the commotion that Chandler’s making.) Spencer Burke: Chandler, what’s going on? We can hear you from all the way down at the other end of the hall. Chandler Scott: What’s going on? What’s going on?! Are you kidding me?! I’ll tell you what’s going on. Cordy Stevenson attacked me with a steel chair!!! REPEATEDLY! Then… thennnnnn, when I called her out on it, what does she do? What does she do?! Hmm?! HMM?! What does my “friend” do!? She drops me with The Allure! (Chandler turns away from Spencer and goes back to banging on the door.) Chandler Scott: I know you’re in there. So get your ass off of CamSoda and get out here because I want some answers! Spencer Burke: Actually, Chandler, Cordy’s already left the arena. (Chandler looks Spencer up and down.) Chandler Scott: What do you mean she left? Spencer Burke: She left. As in she’s gone. And for the record, Cordy didn’t attack you. (Cordy didn’t attack him? His aching back says otherwise. Chandler scoffs at notion of Cordy’s innocence.) Chandler Scott: Pfft, like hell she didn’t! She had the steel chair in her damn hands, Burke. So what are you even talking about? I didn’t attack myself, you know! Spencer Burke: Yes, she had the steel chair in her hand. But she wasn’t the one who attacked you. Chandler Scott: Look, I know you all like to make it seem like Saint Sexy is above doing anything underhanded. But you know what? I see how it really is now. I see the gag. I see what’s really going on here. She’s had way too many people in her ear. I’ve heard the whispers, the rumors, the innuendo. “Chandler’s selfish, he wants that spot for himself. Chandler’s selfish, he wants to be the one that defeats Zero for the championship, not you.” That type of talk should have gone in one ear and out the other! But it didn’t. It stayed inside her head and the more she heard it, the more that she began to believe it. “I don’t have a problem with you, Chandler.” Can you believe that, Spence, ‘cause I did! She lied right to my face, man. Right to my face! Do you know how much that hurts? I mean, it re- Spencer Burke: CHANDLER! Chandler Scott: What!? I was in the middle of spilling my guts out here... Spencer Burke: For the LAST TIME, Cordelia Stevenson did not attack you. LOOK! (Spencer grabs Chandler and points him to a nearby monitor that conveniently replays the conclusion of tonight’s show…) When the video ends, the camera zooms back out to Spencer and Chandler. Chandler looks around nervously before lowering his head. Feelings of shame, guilt and humiliation are racing through him. Chandler Scott: Well… how about that. Spencer Burke: You were saying…? (Chandler presses his tongue firmly against his cheek.) Chandler Scott: I um…. I uh… (Chandler rubs the back of his neck as he lets out a nervous laugh.) Chandler Scott: ... I guess I made an ass of myself out there, huh? Spencer Burke: Yep! Chandler Scott: … I should probably apologize, huh? Spencer Burke: Yep! Chandler Scott: … She probably doesn’t want to hear it though, huh? Spencer Burke: Not right now, if I had to guess. Chandler Scott: … Spencer Burke: Well, good luck with that. (Spencer walks past Chandler and slaps him on the back. The DNA of FGA lets out a yelp as his back is still tender from those chair shots.) |
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Post by ChrisMadison on Feb 7, 2017 23:40:11 GMT -5
The Afterburn production cuts back to the trainer’s room and we find Chris Madison and Frankie Morrison laying on a pair of trainer’s tables. Jessie Pederson stands off to the side with a camera crew flanking her. They patiently watch on, waiting for a chance to get a word with the number one contender to the FGA Pride Championship. Medical personnel tries to tend to Chris Madison but he stubbornly refuses attention; shoving their arms away as they got close. He sits upright and swings his legs over the side of the table towards his manager who’s undergoing a series of tests after receiving a stiff Molly Kick during the tag team match on Vertigo.
Frankie Morrison: Chris, sit back and let them look at you. Your head was just sandwiched between two steel chairs!
Frankie’s words fell on deaf ears as Chris pushed off of the trainer’s table and hopped down to his feet. He wobbled for a moment before steadying his balance.
Chris Madison: I’m fine… Seriously…
Jessie took that as a cue and stepped up next to Chris Madison with a microphone in hand.
Jessie Pederson: I’m sure this wasn’t the kind of win you were expecting with Grapple Kingdom around the corner. Considering, how are you holding up?
Chris Madison: How am I holding up? Let's see… My manager, and best friend, nearly had his head kicked off by the champion that I’m chasing. I’ve got a pounding headache after being squished between two steel chairs swung by women who seemingly would stop at nothing to be in my position. All things considered, I’m holding up alright.
Jessie Pederson: Any concern that there may be some side effects from tonight’s tag team match that could spoil your upcoming title match?
Chris Madison: Nothing…
Frankie Morrison sits up on the trainer’s table and presses an icepack against the side of his face.
Frankie Morrison: Jessie, we’re taking things one step at a time. We’re going to let the excellent medical staff of FGA do a full work up. Once Chris is cleared, which I’m certain he will be, our sole focus will be on Molly Reid and that FGA Pride Championship match that he’s earned.
Jessie Pederson: Leading up to this match there’s been some talk about whether you were deserving of this upcoming title shot…
Chris Madison: Yeah, Savannah Taylor and Izzy Anders tried to plant seeds of doubt. But how’d that work out for them? Tonight they became so frustrated that they couldn’t beat two people who’ve never partnered up before, they had to resort to using a pair of steel chairs to keep me down. They couldn’t beat me. They couldn’t beat Molly Reid. Whether they want to admit it or not, they were being overmatched and it was beginning to eat away at them.
Jessie Pederson: I’d like to switch gears real quick. You and Molly seemed to work pretty well as a team. You never were shy about your concern about being double crossed…
Chris Madison: A few weeks ago I saw Molly take a shortcut. She claimed she had no idea about The Crimson Baroness and Annie Zellor’s distractions. She claimed the grabbing of Dom Harter’s trunks were accidental. Tonight I have to swallow my pride and admit that I was wrong. Molly is a good kid, with a good head on her shoulders. She’s as talented as anyone that steps through those ropes. It’ll be an honor to stand across from her at Grapple Kingdom give the FGA faithful the kind of Pride Championship match that the division was supposed to be showcasing!
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door before it slowly opens and Molly Reid peeks her head inside. She smiles softly as she sees both Chris and Frankie both talking and moving around.
Molly Reid: Hey guys, how’s everything looking?
Frankie lowered the ice pack from the side of his face and gingerly slid off of the edge of the table.
Frankie Morrison: We’re holding up pretty well, I think.
Morrison shoots a look over at Chris and clears his throat.
Chris Madison: Yeah, we’re good. How's the shoulder?
Molly rubs her shoulder before rotating it a couple times and smiling while clearly holding back a small grimace.
Molly Reid: It doesn’t feel great, but doctors said no further damage. Will be sore for a couple days but I’ll be one-hundred percent come Grapple Kingdom.
Molly trails off briefly while looking at Frankie’s head and the ice pack he was holding against it just moments ago.
Molly Reid: I’m really sorry Frankie…
Frankie Morrison: Don't be. Risks of being at ringside.
Chris Madison: You're not coming ringside with me at Grapple Kingdom. Don't need to be worrying about your glass jaw while I'm trying to take that strap from Molly.
Madison’s joke caused Frankie to chuckle; but the smile broke as discomfort and throbbing pain quickly set in. He brought the ice pack back up to the side of his head and pressed it against his jaw. Molly grins at the joke.
Molly Reid: I’m glad you’re okay. I know those two were just trying to create some drama between us heading into our match, but I’m tired of everyone trying to get us to make something out of nothing. When you and I fight, it’ll be two great wrestlers that respect the hell out of each other, fighting for the Pride Championship. Nothing extra, just you and me.
Chris Madison: That's because the way this business is now a days, it's a rarity to see two people out there, giving it their all just for the sake of competition. Grapple Kingdom is going to be a night to remember. You and I, we’re going to set a whole new standard when it comes to the Pride Championship division.
Suddenly Jessie Pederson stepped back into the forefront of the shot, stepping between champion and challenger.
Jessie Pederson: Molly, it has to be a bit of a relief to be up against someone who’s not looking to jeopardize your career; especially after what you went through with Evan Envi...
Molly Reid: Damn right. Look, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ll wrestle anyone who steps in front of me. But with Envi, he took it so far past wrestling. It’s nice to wrestle someone like Chris who obviously respects the business, respects what I can do in the ring, and respects the Pride Championship. Tonight Izzy and Savannah tried to drive a fork between us, to throw a wrench in the Pride division, to ruin our upcoming match. But guess what? They failed, just like they failed to win tonight, and just like they’ll fail if they ever try to come after my Pride Championship. I worked my ass off to win this Pride Championship, I’ve held it for over four months now, and I’m going to keep working to hold it. I’ll never give this belt up. In two weeks time, you’re all going to see one of the greatest Pride Championship matches you’ll ever see. Chris Madison and Molly Reid. Two competitors, two wrestlers, just stepping into that ring and going to war. It’ll be intense, it’ll be vicious, it’ll be painful and it’ll be heartbreaking. But make no mistake, I don’t plan on leaving Grapple Kingdom without my title. And if you ask Chris, I don’t think he’d want it any other way going into our match. See you in two weeks.
With that, Molly gives one last smile to Chris and Frankie before she turns and walks out the door. The camera lingers on it as it slowly closes, before turning back to Chris and Frankie.
Jessie Pederson: She seems fairly confident that she'll be walking out of Grapple Kingdom with her Pride Championship.
Chris Madison: She does, doesn't she? Good. Right now Molly is competing at a level unlike anything in her past. Her confidence is at an all time high. If there's any doubt about how our title match plays out, she's doing a hell of a job hiding it. I just hope she's not overlooking what I bring to the table. I'm no pushover. I've never shied away from going to war with anyone. Grapple Kingdom isn't going to be any different. She wants to earn her stripes by going toe to toe with the best? She wants to do whatever it takes to get recognized as one of the best FGA Pride Champions in the company's history? She’s off to a good start; but for her sake, I hope she's not mistaking my respect as weakness. I’ll snatch those dreams and aspirations away from her, and leave her sulking over what could have been!
Frankie Morrison: Chris is no stranger to big time matches on big stages. Molly Reid, as much as we respect her and think highly of what she'll accomplish throughout the rest of her career, has no idea what kind of machine she’ll be up against at Grapple Kingdom…
Morrison pats Chris on the back before wrapping his arm across the back of Madison's neck. Chris helps his manager through the trainer’s room door as the feed cuts away.
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Post by El Dragón on Feb 10, 2017 23:54:57 GMT -5
Julian Tijerina is walking to the back after a hard-fought match with Stunray when Spencer Burke, flanked by a small camera crew, catches up with him. Burke appears hesitant to approach The Spanish Sweetheart at first but a smile from El Guapo eases him into being more of his usual self. Confident once more, Burke gestures for the camera crew to stay with him and Julian. For his part, Julian flashes everyone his patented sweet smile, which only serves to make the female members of the crew, two of them, blush uncontrollably. Julian takes notice of them but only briefly, his full attention on the interviewer. Spencer Burke: Amazing match tonight against Stunray, Julian. Julian puts both his hands on his guapo waist. Julian Tijerina: Gracias, Stephen. Spencer Burke: But now that that's out of the way, is it safe to say that your sights are now solely set on beating Blake Rogers at Grapple Kingdom in a Mid-Atlantic Legacy Title Eliminator Match? Julian smirks, scratching his chin. Julian Tijerina: My sights have always been focused on beating Blake Rogers. This thing between him and me has unnecessarily escalated further than any one of us would have liked it to. But it's here now, and at Grapple Kingdom, I am going to make The Minimalist beautiful. Burke raises an eyebrow. Spencer Burke: Beautiful? What, what does that mean, exactly? Julian turns to Spencer and pats him on the shoulder. Julian Tijerina: It means exactly what it means, Spence. El Guapo shifts his attention from the interviewer directly to the camera. Julian Tijerina: At Grapple Kingdom, this thing between Blake Rogers and myself, I will finally put to rest. I will show him and the world that style and class are important. To whoever wins the title match between Annie Zellor and Dom Harter: Good luck and congratulations! I'll see you in that ring for that title. Julian starts to walk away but Spencer stops him, much to his annoyance. Spencer Burke: But do you have a preference on who to dethrone should you end up the official contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship? Julian maintains his composure, brandishing the same smile that keeps the ladies satisfied at ringside. Julian Tijerina: Should I? Of course I will end up the official contender for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Your words are starting to hurt, Spence. It's as if you don't believe in The Spanish...Sweetheart. Spencer mouths an apology, to which Julian snickers, comforting him with another pat, this time on his back. Julian Tijerina: Between Annie Zellor and Dom Harter? Hmm. I haven't actually, really given that that much thought. Both have good submission finishers, and you know me, I just can't resist pitting my own submission against other guerreros'. Both are also sort of guapo, I guess. Annie is cute and so is Dom, so I can't really pick one of them just by their looks. I mean, I am the most guapo, obviously, but between Annie and Dom, it would be a tie. You know what? A triple threat could also be cool, but that's, I don't know if that's... Spencer nods hand in feigned agreement over everything Julian has said, though he's actually been occupying his mind with that delicious taco he ate just minutes before. Julian realizes he is overthinking his answers, so he stops himself and decides on the spot. Julian Tijerina: Either or, Spence. It doesn't matter who comes out on top, who becomes the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion by the time that I rise to contendership. All it will ever take is one Kedavra Knee, just one, and that title will once again, if not for the first time in its history, become...guapo. Julian gestures with his hands, putting them first in front of him, palms outward, before slowly distancing them to either side, as if creating a rainbow out of thin air. Spencer stares at Julian's hands as El Guapo does his schtick. Julian turns to Spencer with a smile, winks at him, turns to the two female members of the crew, winks at them in turn, and leaves. Loud giggling is heard off-screen as Spencer swallows air and gestures for the camera to cut the feed. |
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Post by The Mason on Feb 14, 2017 22:43:44 GMT -5
We cut to to the backstage area where the camera, at first, focuses on the exterior of a dressing room door that is partially open. We can clearly see Jenny Knite as the cameraman draws nearer, though it’s unclear who she’s speaking to. Jenny Knite: I think even after your match, you can still make things right. You can still apologize. You can still shake hands and be professionals instead of making this-- The door is yanked open and the cameraman stumbles forward, looking upright at the glare of Evan Envi. Noelle Smith: Jenny honey were we going to go get some food before we go back to the hotel because, uhm starving… Noelle pauses, her gaze going between Evan and Jenny but to her credit she doesn’t roll her eyes or anything, she slips her hands into the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, emblazoned on the back of it in bedazzled swarovski crystals was the word Beauuuuutiful. Her voice was quiet, softer than when she had been confronted by Sadie. Noelle Smith: We could just settle this like adults, Evan. We can talk this out, and maybe we won’t ever be friends but we can at least put all this nonsense behind us, what do you say? Evan looks at Noelle up-and-down, giving her a thoughtful look. He takes a breath and places his hands on his hips, eyes focused on the ground for a bit before the gaze travels up Noelle’s body, slowly stopping on her eyes. Evan Envi: … Evan bites his lip, smirking at Noelle. Jenny looks between the two with a frown before she speaks. Jenny Knite: He… doesn’t… wanna talk. I tried. He just wants the match. Jenny folds her arms, giving Evan an uncomfortable look, but Evan’s still staring, unblinking, unwavering at Noelle. Jenny shakes her head a little, looking down again. Jenny Knite: Personally, you know, I think you guys are gonna feel really bad about it. I don’t wanna see you fight, or wrestle, or whatever label you’re sticking on it. It never settles anything… only hurts people worse. She shrugs, indicating that she’s done talking-- or that she doesn’t know how to continue. Noelle Smith: I think he wanted this from day one, really. I think from the moment he found out about Ruby, and he didn’t step in and tell his satellites to back off being so nasty to me? He didn’t want to talk it out, he wanted to be the martyr. To get a free pass on everything instead of stepping on it and stepping up on my side. But you know, before all… She gestures up and down at Evan, and points at his throat in a fashion that’s likely just a little too dramatic all things considered. Noelle Smith: ..this foolery going on now? He poked sticks in just the right places. Whispered a word here, a word there. And you know, he was so good at it people that don’t even like him, that call him ferret and everything else under the sun? They took up with what he was saying too, just like he knew they would. So if he figures he doesn’t need to talk before this match happens, Jenny? It’s because he’s done all the talking he ever intended to do. Jenny looks up at Noelle with an apologetic look. She doesn’t look toward Evan again, but with a deep breath, says: Jenny Knite: You should cut the bullshit and say something. I think you owe her… maybe everybody… that much. She glances at Evan curiously out of the corner of her eye and walks out of the room with a small, gentle nudge to Noelle. Evan grows visibly uncomfortable, smirk fading from his face. His eyes drift from Noelle toward the doorway, preparing to make an exit as Jenny had done. Noelle Smith: Nah, Evan. You know what you know. You know what you could have done right here tonight might have changed everything. But instead you’re playing again. So… good night, Evan. Enjoy the room, because I’m leaving with Jenny. She flounces past him and heads for the door to do just what she said she was going to. As Noelle exits the room, Sadie San Francisco passes her in the hall, giving Noelle a curious look over her shoulder as she enters the locker-room. The Pope pauses, giving Evan Envi a curious glance with a raised brow. Sadie San Francisco: Hah. Got somethin to say? She smirks, walking up to Envi, stopping just a few inches short before looking up at him. Sadie San Francisco: At Grapple Kingdom, you can say whatever you want, Chief. Because… the world needs to understand why everything that happens to her is happening. Save that voice. She gives him a wink,disappearing off-frame for a few moments to Envi’s back, while Envi gazes out the doorway where Noelle disappeared. Sadie re-emerges moments later, now fully dressed in her street clothes. Sadie San Francisco: Gotta go find somebody. You know where to meet me. And with that, Sadie exits the locker-room. The scene cuts to black on Evan Envi. |
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Post by The Mason on Feb 15, 2017 7:13:29 GMT -5
We see Sadie San Francisco, walking through the backstage area with a half-determined, half-agitated look on her face, steadily texting away at somebody on her phone as she moves through the corridor, presumably toward the end of the Vertigo broadcast. She is approached by Spencer Burke, looking uncharacteristically exhausted by the situation.
Spencer Burke: I recognize looks like that. Did tonight’s loss to Johnny Karma get you--?
Sadie San Francisco: Dude, you are really annoying, aren’t you? I didn’t totally grasp that when we first met but, yeah, I think I get it now.
Sadie places her hands on her hips and shakes her head a little.
Sadie San Francisco: That was rude.
Spencer Burke: You don’t need to apologize.
Sadie San Francisco: Didn’t.
Sadie narrows her eyes, looking down the corridor at something out of frame.
Sadie San Francisco: Whose dressing room is that?
Spencer turns, looking in the direction Sadie was looking before he turns back to her.
Spencer Burke: That’s Brian Stryker’s. And before you do whatever I know you’re thinking about doing, let me ask; heading into Grapple Kingdom in two weeks, you have a “gentleman’s agreement” with Stryker, that the referee will fully enforce, that nobody is to interfere in the matchup. After your last two outings didn’t pan out as well as the first-- doesn’t that shake you up a bit, knowing you don’t even have the option of having your tag team partner at ringside for support?
Sadie finally turns her gaze back to Spencer Burke.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m gonna go say hi.
Leaving his question unanswered, Sadie marches toward Brian Stryker’s locker-room, knocking gently on the door.
Stryker: I’m not feeling like talking Spenc-It’s you….
Brian opens the door, holding his son Richie. Behind them sitting on the couch was his wife Brooke. He looked at Sadie with a raised eyebrow.
Stryker: Can I help you Sadie?
Sadie looks at Stryker, then toward Brooke who returns an uncertain gaze back at her.
Sadie San Francisco: Wanted to apologize for Evan hitting you in the back of the head like that. No hard feelings before our big match, right?
She bends down a bit, coming a few inches from Richie, giving the child a soft smile.
Sadie San Francisco: Daww, hiii, Richieee…
Brian frowns as Richie waves back.
Brian Stryker: Oh there were never hard feelings. But I also don't buy this nice act either. If I recall you called me a “stain that needed to be bleached out”. You said I damaged this business.
Sadie rolls her eyes up toward Stryker, standing upright with a small sigh.
Sadie San Francisco: I said those things in the heat of the moment, my friend. You and I are good now. Obviously. Just friendly competitors.
She nods into the locker-room, though doesn’t take her eyes off Stryker.
Sadie San Francisco: Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lovely wife?
He gives her a look before he sighs and turns back, opening the door for Sadie to come in.
Brian Stryker: Sadie, this is Brooke. Brooke, Sadie.
Brooke Dougherty: Hello Sadie.
Sadie flashes a polite smile but as she turns herself back toward Stryker, her voice lowers a bit.
Sadie San Francisco: I feel like if circumstances were different, all of us would be friends. So… I want to apologize for whatever happens at Grapple Kingdom.
She smirks, raising the knuckle of her index finger to Richie’s cheek, giving it a small, gentle stroke.
Sadie San Francisco: I want us all to be able to have fwiendly wittle moments like this after our big, big match, isn’t that right, Richie? Daww...
Brian glares at Sadie. Richie, on the other hand, is laughing and having the time of his little life.
Brian Stryker: We’ll see. The outcome won’t be different. I will be beating you at Grapple Kingdom, but the gesture is appreciated. May the best person win.
Brian holds his hand out to shake Sadie’s. Sadie finally tears her eyes away from the toddler and gives Stryker’s hand an almost-uneasy look. She clears her throat and shakes his hand though, seemingly forcing a smile.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah… yeah. May the best person win.
The handshake goes on for an uncomfortably long time. Sadie breaks it, finally, and look back over her shoulder, giving Brooke a polite smile once more. She gives Richie one more excited face, simply for the toddler’s amusement… but as she finally moves past Stryker toward the exit, her expression grows cold. Without a word, she moves past him, out to the corridor, pushing the door shut behind her.
Brian Stryker: Like I would buy any of that crap anyway.
Brian shakes his head as he sits back down on the couch with Brooke as she takes Richie from him.
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Post by theminimalist on Feb 15, 2017 13:11:42 GMT -5
We go backstage to Blake Rogers, who has a towel around his neck. He looks down at the floor several times before snickering and turning his gaze to the camera with a crooked smirk creeping across his face as he does so.
"Well, color me surprised because Julian Tijerina, you actually managed to pull off a win tonight."
He shakes his head several times in silence before adding lowly.
"But don't get too cocky, Don Juan."
He raises up his left index finger and looks from it to the camera.
"Because one win doesn't change the fact that your time in FGA thus far has been anything but a success. For someone who talks such a big game, you've failed to cash the checks that your mouth keeps writing time and time again. I know that first hand because I've gone out into that ring several times now and exposed you as the ugly fraud you are to the entire world and I'm going to do it one more time at Grapple Kingdom and damnit........this time I'm going to put you out of your misery and put you away for good."
He seems to get some amusement from his words at this point as he snickers again and nods at the camera.
"Because slowly but surely, your world has fallen apart since we met in that ring at Final Frontier in that fatal four way. I've bested you each and every chance I could and embarrassed you in front of everyone, shattering this little facade that you put on. Your home life has fallen apart and in just a few weeks at Grapple Kingdom, I'm going to finish the job by effectively killing off any hope that you've got of having a successful run here in FGA."
He shrugs a shoulder.
"Of course, you should just save yourself the embarrassment again and just not show up for that match. Because deep down inside, I'm sure that you know what I do. Unlike you, I don't need to be pretty. I don't need to be beautiful. That crap don't get you anywhere in this sport. When push comes to shove, I know how to get the job done. I'm smart, I'm quick and I'm just flat out efficient when it comes to taking care of business in that ring. That's the difference between us, Julian and that's why I'm going to come one step closer to the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at Grapple Kingdom while you're going to come a step closer to just fading away for good. So get ready, Casanova."
He flashes a toothy smile at the camera.
"Because when that bell rings on the 18th at the Rogers Center, I'll be wrestling circles around you one more time and I'll be one step closer to making the kind of impact that I came here for. Because if there's one title that I can get my hands on and make my own in this company, that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship is it."
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Post by Brian Stryker on Feb 15, 2017 14:23:43 GMT -5
We see Sadie San Francisco, walking through the backstage area with a half-determined, half-agitated look on her face, steadily texting away at somebody on her phone as she moves through the corridor, presumably toward the end of the Vertigo broadcast. She is approached by Spencer Burke, looking uncharacteristically exhausted by the situation.
Spencer Burke: I recognize looks like that. Did tonight’s loss to Johnny Karma get you--?
Sadie San Francisco: Dude, you are really annoying, aren’t you? I didn’t totally grasp that when we first met but, yeah, I think I get it now.
Sadie places her hands on her hips and shakes her head a little.
Sadie San Francisco: That was rude.
Spencer Burke: You don’t need to apologize.
Sadie San Francisco: Didn’t.
Sadie narrows her eyes, looking down the corridor at something out of frame.
Sadie San Francisco: Whose dressing room is that?
Spencer turns, looking in the direction Sadie was looking before he turns back to her.
Spencer Burke: That’s Brian Stryker’s. And before you do whatever I know you’re thinking about doing, let me ask; heading into Grapple Kingdom in two weeks, you have a “gentleman’s agreement” with Stryker, that the referee will fully enforce, that nobody is to interfere in the matchup. After your last two outings didn’t pan out as well as the first-- doesn’t that shake you up a bit, knowing you don’t even have the option of having your tag team partner at ringside for support?
Sadie finally turns her gaze back to Spencer Burke.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m gonna go say hi.
Leaving his question unanswered, Sadie marches toward Brian Stryker’s locker-room, knocking gently on the door.
Stryker: I’m not feeling like talking Spenc-It’s you….
Brian opens the door, holding his son Richie. Behind them sitting on the couch was his wife Brooke. He looked at Sadie with a raised eyebrow.
Stryker: Can I help you Sadie?
Sadie looks at Stryker, then toward Brooke who returns an uncertain gaze back at her.
Sadie San Francisco: Wanted to apologize for Evan hitting you in the back of the head like that. No hard feelings before our big match, right?
She bends down a bit, coming a few inches from Richie, giving the child a soft smile.
Sadie San Francisco: Daww, hiii, Richieee…
Brian frowns as Richie waves back.
Brian Stryker: Oh there were never hard feelings. But I also don't buy this nice act either. If I recall you called me a “stain that needed to be bleached out”. You said I damaged this business.
Sadie rolls her eyes up toward Stryker, standing upright with a small sigh.
Sadie San Francisco: I said those things in the heat of the moment, my friend. You and I are good now. Obviously. Just friendly competitors.
She nods into the locker-room, though doesn’t take her eyes off Stryker.
Sadie San Francisco: Aren’t you going to introduce me to your lovely wife?
He gives her a look before he sighs and turns back, opening the door for Sadie to come in.
Brian Stryker: Sadie, this is Brooke. Brooke, Sadie.
Brooke Dougherty: Hello Sadie.
Sadie flashes a polite smile but as she turns herself back toward Stryker, her voice lowers a bit.
Sadie San Francisco: I feel like if circumstances were different, all of us would be friends. So… I want to apologize for whatever happens at Grapple Kingdom.
She smirks, raising the knuckle of her index finger to Richie’s cheek, giving it a small, gentle stroke.
Sadie San Francisco: I want us all to be able to have fwiendly wittle moments like this after our big, big match, isn’t that right, Richie?
Brian glares at Sadie. Richie, on the other hand, is laughing and having the time of his little life.
Brian Stryker: We’ll see. The outcome won’t be different. I will be beating you at Grapple Kingdom, but the gesture is appreciated. May the best person win.
Brian holds his hand out to shake Sadie’s. Sadie finally tears her eyes away from the toddler and gives Stryker’s hand an almost-uneasy look. She clears her throat and shakes his hand though, seemingly forcing a smile.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah… yeah. May the best person win.
The handshake goes on for an uncomfortably long time. Sadie breaks it, finally, and look back over her shoulder, giving Brooke a polite smile once more. She gives Richie one more excited face, simply for the toddler’s amusement… but as she finally moves past Stryker toward the exit, her expression grows cold. Without a word, she moves past him, out to the corridor, pushing the door shut behind her.
Brian Stryker: Like I would buy any of that crap anyway.
Brian shakes his head as he sits back down on the couch with Brooke as she takes Richie from him.
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Post by Stephen on Feb 17, 2017 1:43:50 GMT -5
The Elysian Empire are backstage, an air of solemn confusion surrounding the three siblings. To anyone else, tonight’s Vertigo would have appeared to have been a positive one for The Elysian Empire. Not only had their antics two weeks ago paid off and gotten them the opportunity that they’ve been working for, a match for the FGA Tag Team Championships at Grapple Kingdom, but they’d just beaten their enemies since day one, The Usual Suspects, in a Six Man Tag Team Match. To anyone else, it would have been a successful day, but they weren’t anyone else. The were Elysian.
Effie Elysian:...That wasn’t how it was supposed to go, was it?
Both Emery and Elon shake their heads. Elon is sitting in a chair, hunched over with a towel over his head. Elon stands against a wall, arms folded and a bottle of water in one hand. Effie runs her hand through her hair as she paces back and forth in front of Elon, her phone in her other hand.
Effie Elysian: Ok. Let’s review. We knew we were fishing for an opportunity when we congratulated The Suspects two weeks ago. They bit, or rather Rother bit, and now we’ve got our match.
Emery Elysian: I still say we didn’t have to resort to those antics, Fi. We could have achieved the same thing by waiting and winning matches.
Effie Elysian: I know you didn’t like it, but you said that you trusted me as your manager, right? And you had fun doing it didn’t you?
Both Emery and Elon grin for a moment.
Emery Elysian: Not saying I didn’t, nor am I saying that I don’t like the result. I’m just old fashioned I guess.
Elon scoffs causing Emery to roll his eyes. The brothers glare at each other for a moment before grinning. Elon lets out a chuckle.
Effie Elysian: That’s about the only thing that went according to plan tonight…
The smiles on both brothers’ faces fade immediately. If there were any sign that the moody haze that hung over the Elysians was beginning to dissipate, Effie had just cleared the air on that.
Emery Elysian: We expected that the unexpected would happen tonight though, Fi. It was a Six Man Tag for Christ’s sake.
Elon Elysian: Yeah, and that’s exactly what Rother will say. First Harter, now Mistress Ai and Jimmy Jam Ronie. No matter how you slice it, in Anthony Rother’s eyes we can’t beat his guys unless we get some kind of fluke help.
Emery Elysian: That’s how he’ll try to sell it.
Effie Elysian: Is it any different than us saying they can’t beat us without cheating though?
Elon jumps out of his seat causing it to fly backwards and the towel on his head to fall to the ground.
Elon Elysian: It’s totally different!
Emery’s head tracks the seat before he looks at Elon.
Emery Elysian:...What’s your issue with chairs, bro?
Elon Elysian: We can’t control what other people do, but they are knowingly cheating and screwing people over!
Effie stops pacing and looks at Elon. She opens her mouth to say something before looking at her buzzing phone. A quizzical look comes upon her face before she looks around.
Effie Elysian: You can come out, Spencer!
Both Emery and Elon are taken aback as they look around. Spencer Burke comes from behind a wall in the direction of where Elon’s chair had come to a halt, microphone in hand.
Effie Elysian: Apparently, Spencer didn’t know if it was safe enough to interview us because he heard some loud noises and yelling.
Effie glares at Elon who shrugs with a grin on his face. Spencer sighs as he approaches the Elysians.
Elon Elysian: Sorry about that, Spence. I tend to get a little excited.
Emery scoffs causing Elon to shoot him a glare. Emery chuckles.
Spencer Burke: That’s alright. Actually, you guys happened to be talking about something I wanted to ask. Your rivalry with the Suspects has been filled with controversies, mostly from outside interference. Tonight was the closest thing we’ve seen to a clean contest between you two teams. With the titles on the line at Grapple Kingdom, can we expect to finally get a match with a clear winner?
Emery Elysian: I’d like to say that we will, but you never know anymore. I love the wrestling that’s going on these days, but all of these shenanigans get a little tired. It’s not like the old days.
Elon Elysian: Could you sound anymore like an old man? Look, Spence, interruptions or not there will be a clear winner at Grapple Kingdom. We didn’t just sabotage the Suspects’ coronation because it was fun. And it was a lot of fun. I wish I could spray champagne on Rother every Vertigo.
Effie Elysian: The point, Lonnie, get to it.
Elon Elysian: We did it to get a shot at those titles. In my eyes, we’d already earned an opportunity, but sometimes you have to go that extra mile, ya know? But we also did it with the hopes that they’d wrestle us straight up. Prove us wrong. Prove to everyone that you’re not only at the top because you’re the best cheats in the game.
Spencer Burke: Earlier tonight Anthony Rother said that you made things personal by interrupting his celebration for Tryon and Marx.
Emery Elysian: And for inviting Prince Kamijo if I remember correctly.
Elon looks over to a beaming Emery. A knowing smile appears on Elon’s face as he looks back to Spencer.
Elon Elysian: I’m starting to think he had more fun pulling of the shenanigans than he’s letting on.
Spencer Burke: Right. Well, Rother has promised a fight at Grapple Kingdom.
Emery Elysian: Somebody should tell him that’s it’s far too late for that. This has been a war since the moment he faked a heart attack. Whether he planned it or not, he drove a wedge between my brother and I for awhile. This has been personal for us. Grapple Kingdom is nothing but another war zone at this point, and honestly I’d be surprise if they tried to fight a clean fight. War doesn’t work like that.
Elon and Effie both clam up at this. Effie begins pacing again while Elon finds another chair to sit in.
Spencer Burke: Uhh... Right then. About your match earlier tonight: Did Mistress Ai and Jimmy Jam Ronie’s actions surprise you? You had to have had some reservations about their being each other’s opponents.
Emery Elysian: Mistress and Ronie were both phenomenal tonight. I have huge respect for how they handle the match. It can be hard enough to wrestle someone you’re close with, but when you have to wrestle them with a teammate, let alone two teammates and their manager, screaming at you to tear them apart then something’s got to give. We didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on Ai, but Ronie drew the short end of the stick when he got grouped with the Suspects and Rother. No one can blame Ronie for what he did. Unfortunately for us it looked as if the Suspects were outnumbered four to two. That’s why we’re a little upset right now. We want to beat the Suspects without any fluke happenings just as much as we want the FGA Tag Team Championships at this point.
Spencer Burke: Don’t we all. Thank you for your time, guys.
Emery nods at Spencer. Spencer walks off, leaving Effie to her pacing, Elon to his brooding, and Emery to drinking from his water bottle.
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