AfterBurn for Vertigo E34

[FGA Office]

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!

[Perello]

After everything that had happened on Vertigo, the FGA camera crew were searching all over the building for one specific person. One person who had never stepped foot inside an FGA ring before, but was viewed as one of the best in game today. For months there were rumors, signs from each party that both groups were interested; and now? She found herself with a deal, and one of the main events in one of FGA's biggest shows to date.

Felicity Banks ... was coming to All Star Showdown.

The Supreme still hadn't left the arena, her stretch limousine parked outside in the parking lot with dozens of fans surrounding the vehicle. A few seconds past by before the Supreme herself stepped out of the back door, a swarm of security around her acting almost as if they were secret service detail. They waited for Felicity's limo to park close enough for thirteen time champion to dive right in, but not before she screamed out:

"THE TRUE SUPREME IS IN FGA!!"

The pint sized Banks dove into her imo with her secret service detail all packing in after. The fans continued flashing photos until the driver nearly ran someone over!


And with that ...  The Supreme had left the building.

[El Dragón]

The camera fades in and we find Julian Tijerina holding the back of his head while a physician checks up on him. Spencer Burke does not hesitate to interrupt, already raring to do his job and get things over with.

Spencer Burke: Julian, tonight---

The physician, however, angrily cuts Burke off, dumbfounded at how inconsiderate the guy who's just doing his job is. Julian can't even react properly, the pain in his head and back dominating any thought in his head at the moment. Burke himself is caught surprised by the doctor stepping in. He must be paid right.

Doctor Davidson: Excuse me, sir. You can't be in here. Mr. Tijerina---

Julian awkwardly interrupts the physician in turn, though the awkwardness isn't felt by him.

Julian Tijerina: Señor.

Doctor Davidson and Spencer Burke look at each other and then at the oblivious Julian who is rubbing the back of his head while staring at the floor, occasionally wincing.

Doctor Davidson: ...Señor Tijerina is being checked up on. Whatever you need to ask him, you can ask him later. Please take your camera crew and---

Julian interrupts the physician once again. El Guapo slowly gets out of the bed he's sitting on and down on the floor, all while still rubbing his head. Doctor Davidson mumbles for Julian to be careful. Julian in response assures the doctor that's he's...bueno.

Julian Tijerina: It's bueno, doc. All bueno. This'll just take a second.

Julian turns to Spencer with a smile and Spencer reciprocates. Spencer stretches out both his arms, ready for a hug. Julian stares at him funny before pointing at the microphone. Embarrassed, Spencer looks away and surrenders his microphone to Julian. Julian proceeds to wave the camera to focus on him, gesturing for it to zoom in real close.

Julian Tijerina: There was only one thing on my mind tonight, and that was getting my hands on Blake Rogers... One. Final. Time. I wanted to say goodbye to my old "amigo," maybe humiliate him along the way with a Kedavra Knee, send him off and away from my direction. I can't say I was able to properly bid adiós to boring old Blake Rogers.

Julian pauses, as if really emotionally hurt.

Julian Tijerina: But what I can say is this.

Julian turns to the camera, his eyes fiery and focused.

Julian Tijerina: Gracias, AMIRA, for keeping MY title nice and shiny. Have a bueno reign.

Julian blows the camera a kiss, winks, and smirks before surrendering the microphone back to Stephen Burke. The camera slowly zooms out on Julian's face, still grinning, and begins to fade away until nothing is left but a screen of pure black. A viper's head suddenly appears out of nowhere and "bites" the viewers.

[Justine]

The cameras find Daniel Widdel and his wife, Amiee Vaughan in a dressing room preparing to leave the arena in Rio Rancho. Danielwas dressed in casual gear of a shirt and jeans with his hair damp after having a quick shower after his match.

Daniel Widdel: I was pleasantly surprised you managed to stay put in back during the course of the match, so I could only assume that you were up to something.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Like duh, I can only snoop around while Stunray was busy in the ring. And believe it or not, I did get some insights. You have to believe me on this, Stunray is up to no good and I believe he’s still obsessed with her, maybe even moreso.

Daniel arched an eyebrow, curious at Amiee’s belief about Stunray.

Daniel Widdel: And you have the proof?

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: It doesn’t matter if I have the proof! Come on, Daniel, the truth lies is that Stunray is only using you to get close to her.

Daniel shook his head in bewilderment.

Daniel Widdel: Uhhh… Amelia, proof is everything. You can’t go around throwing accusations around.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Jesus Christ *Amiee muttered* Fine, whatever. I’ve obtained some private information that suggest that he’s been seeing a shrink.

Daniel Widdel: Can’t hate a guy for getting himself help with some therapy. How does that even prove he’s obsessed with Delta again?

Amiee groaned, annoyed over the fact that Daniel kept trying to make sense of whatever she was spouting.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Oh my god, WHY ARE YOU SO GOD DAMN DENSE. Why are you STILL defending him like this. After everything he put us through? Do you seriously believe that monster has changed after all this time? You’ve been handling this whole situation wrong. YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME. I mean, you allowed that bastard to get a win over you in that tag match. YOU’RE FALLING INTO HIS TRAP.

Daniel ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated with Amiee’s nagging. Daniel responded in an exasperated tone.

Daniel Widdel: So what do you want me to do?

Amiee tilted her head, with a sly grin materializing. Daniel’s face dropped, knowing he was at the mercy of his wife. He had no choice but to listen to whatever devious plan she had in mind.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Now this where the fun actually begins.

Amiee inched closer towards Daniel and licked the side of his neck upwards towards his ear. She whispered something into his ear. Daniel sighed and reluctantly nodded. Daniel picked up the bags following his wife as they left the dressing room.

[David]

Some time after Vertigo has finished, rookie Welsh wrestler Neal Durden is seen stood in a corridor backstage at the Santa Ana Star Center, awaiting the appearance of his compatriot and friend, Lowri Moss. Neal does not have to wait much longer before Lowri comes into sight, and having showered and changed following the evening’s events, she is pulling a trolley case behind her, but moving somewhat less freely than normal.

Neal Durden: Good to go?

Lowri nods.

Lowri Moss: Yeah, all good.

Neal Durden: Would you like me to take that for you?

Neal points to Lowri’s case.

Lowri Moss: No, thanks. I think I can manage.

Just as the duo are about to head for the exit, a familiar voice calls out.

Spencer Burke: Lowri!

Lowri and Neal turn in unison to see the reporter approaching their position; Lowri forces a smile onto her face, before responding to Spencer.

Lowri Moss: Hi, Spencer. What can I do for you?

Spencer Burke: I wanted to get some comments from you about what happened earlier, during your match.

Spencer then eyes Neal, who does not say anything, as he stands silently next to Lowri. Lowri also glances at her friend, before looking back to Spencer.

Lowri Moss: Don’t worry about him, Spencer - Neal just wanted to be here tonight to support me.

Lowri again looks at Neal.

Lowri Moss: You don’t mind if I answer some quick questions, do you?

Neal shakes his head. Lowri then turns her attention back to Spencer.

Lowri Moss: Okay, Spencer. I know you said you want to get a comment from me about what happened during my match, but I’m guessing that you specifically want to get a reaction from me about how the match ended.

Spencer nods.

Spencer Burke: That’s right. After the way that the match abruptly ended - when AMIRA attacked you, your partners, and your opponents with a steel chair - I wanted to ask you how you’re feeling.

Lowri Moss: How am I feeling? Do you mean physically or emotionally, Spencer?

Spencer Burke: Both.

Lowri Moss: Well, physically, I’m quite sore. I’m used to having to put up with some soreness following a match, but after what AMIRA did earlier, I’m sorer th...

Lowri’s sentence suddenly trails off.

Lowri Moss: That’s not a word, is it?

She then frowns momentarily, before continuing.

Lowri Moss: I’m more sore than usual - that’s what I meant to say. I’ll live though. In fact, I already feel a bit better, after having had a shower, and I’m sure that a drink or two will help to soothe my aches and pains.

Spencer Burke: And so what about emotionally? I’m assuming you must be angry about what AMIRA did.

Lowri Moss: You would think so, wouldn’t you?

Lowri cracks a half-smile.

Lowri Moss: I’m disappointed the match didn’t have a definitive outcome, and that the fans were denied getting to see it reach a proper conclusion, but believe it or not, I’m not actually feeling any anger towards AMIRA; I’m not going to go looking for retribution - at least, I’m not going to go looking to get a pound of flesh. You see, the best way that I can think of to get revenge against AMIRA for her actions earlier isn’t to retaliate with a similar attack.

Lowri gives a shake of the head.

Lowri Moss: No, the best way for me to get revenge against AMIRA would be for me to take the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship from her.

Her smiles broadens.

Lowri Moss: Two weeks ago, I stated that I want to be the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, and after what she did earlier, I know now that AMIRA sees not only me, but the others as well, as a threat to her reign as champion - if she didn’t view us as a threat, then she wouldn’t have felt the need to come out and attack us with a steel chair, would she? So no, I’m not angry about what AMIRA did, because all she really did is she let me know that I’m doing something right, as far as my championship aspirations are concerned. Now I just hope to be given the opportunity that I desire, so that I can get to prise the title away from her.

Lowri casts a quick glance in Neal’s direction, before looking back to Spencer.

Lowri Moss: Now, Spencer, if you’ll please excuse me, I promised Neal here that I would buy him a drink. And after seeing what Julian Tijerina was eating earlier, I also kind of fancy having a kebab.

She turns away from Spencer, to her friend.

Lowri Moss: Come on, Neal. Let’s go.

The two Welsh wrestlers depart the area, as the scene then cuts away.

[ChrisMadison]

The AfterBurn production cuts to Jessie Pederson who’s standing idly by with a microphone in hand, directly in front one of the locker room doors. After receiving the cue from the camera man, she flashes a bright smile and whips her hair off to the side before addressing the audience tuning in to the AxxessNet.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we saw two of FGA’s title holders battle it out in a champion versus champion match. At points throughout the match they each shined, proving to any doubters exactly why they’ve achieved the success that they’ve had in FGA. But in the end, it was Chris Madison who found a way to keep AMIRA down for the count of three; surely a moment that he must be proud of! Let’s see if we can get a word in with the FGA Pride Champion!

Jessie turns around and raises her closed fist up towards the door. Before she could knock, the door swings open and Jessie takes a step backwards. Frankie Morrison steps through the doorway smiling from ear to ear.

Frankie Morrison: That’s the kind of welcoming a man can get used to.

Jessie Pederson: Thank you Frankie. I was actually about to see if we could get a moment of Chris’s time. Maybe get his thoughts on the outcome of tonight’s match, his inevitable title defense against Savannah Taylor.

Frankie Morrison: I don’t see why not.

Just then, Chris Madison walked through the doorway, already changed into his street clothes with a duffle bag hanging by the shoulder strap on one arm and the FGA Pride Championship draped over the shoulder of his other arm. Madison drops his duffle bag down to the floor and readjusts his grip on the FGA Pride Championship as Jessie Pederson takes a step closer towards him.

Jessie Pederson: I hope you don’t mind us camping outside of your locker room, but I really wanted to get your perspective on a few things going on.

Chris Madison: Not a problem Jessie… What’cha got?

Jessie Pederson: Tonight we got to witness a classic match between you and AMIRA. After some grueling back and forth, you managed to keep her down and pick up the victory. What does a win like this, in a champion versus champion match, mean to you?

Chris Madison: AMIRA is a gifted wrestler. If that weren't the case she would have never been able to beat Dom Harter at Only the Strong Survive and capture the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Anybody who knows me, knows that I’m always looking for the kind of fight that takes every ounce of energy that I have in me in order to get the job done. I was a little skeptical going into this match that AMIRA could bring me that kind of fight. I saw a distracted woman who had lost sight of what this business was about. And even though our perspectives might be different, when that bell rang, AMIRA brought it! I’m a firm believer that the champion makes the championship. I want the FGA Pride Championship to regain the notoriety that it once had; wins like tonight help that cause!

Jessie Pederson: You weren’t shy about voicing your opinion of AMIRA referring to the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship as the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship...

Chris Madison: Like I said, the champion makes the championship. And right now she’s making a mockery of the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. But at this point, that’s neither here nor there. I’ve got to keep one foot in front of the other and get ready for what’s in store for me next.

Jessie Pederson: Next… Well next in line for a Pride Championship title match is Savannah Taylor. At Flashpoint we saw her make it to the final two in a battle royal and then defeat Mark Storm one on one. Earlier tonight she met with Spencer Burke.

Chris chuckled, disrupting Jessie Pederson’s train of thought for a moment.

Jessie Pederson: I’m sorry, did I miss something.

Chris Madison: No, not at all.

Jessie Pederson: Then I hope you don’t mind me asking you what’s so funny?

Chris Madison: Earlier tonight Savannah Taylor got interviewed by Spencer Burke. And tonight Savannah Taylor proved to me that she’s in waaaaaaaaaaaay over her head.

Jessie’s eyes squinted in confusion and she tilted her head slightly.

Jessie Pederson: She seemed pretty upbeat about the match. She recognized the hard work that she had to put in to get to this point. She admitted that Mark Storm gave her one hell of a fight. I don’t get how you look at that interview and see a person who’s in over her head.

Chris Madison: When I chased Molly Reid for this championship, it was my only priority. Me, in Savannah’s world, I’m just a footnote of what’s to come. She’s more concerned about running around doing Izzy Ander’s dirty work for her, than focusing on the opportunity standing right in front of her. Johnny Karma, Cordy Stevenson, these are the kind of talents that could snatch that opportunity from her hands and force her to the shelf for an extended period of time. If she’s going to take a serious stab at taking this belt from me, she’s going to have to stop being Izzy’s pawn, and be Savannah Taylor…

Jessie Pederson: She said she’d be watching your match against AMIRA, scouting your strengths and weaknesses…

Chris Madison: Savannah has a pretty good idea of what she’s up against at All-Star Showdown six. It was only two and half months ago when she and Izzy teamed up against Molly Reid and I. The two of them couldn’t figure out how to beat me then, and she won’t be able to figure out how to beat me now. Last time she took the easy road, cracked me in the head with a chair, and called it quits. At All-Star Showdown, that won’t win her the Pride Championship.

Madison reaches down and picks his duffle bag back up from the ground, swinging it behind his back as it dangles from the shoulder strap. He walks off camera, leaving Jessie Pederson and Frankie Morrison standing side by side.

Frankie Morrison: Hope that covered everything you intended on asking him.

Morrison smirks as he buttons his sports coat closed, following behind his client as the feed cuts away.

[The Mason]

We cut to a clip of the trainer’s room, seemingly moments after the show in a segment that is marked AFTERBURN EXCLUSIVE in the lower left-hand corner. At first, the on-hand doctor is the only face visible, looking down at his subject with a look of concern. Finally, a voice comes from the presumed medical bed, out of frame.

???” …wh… what’s the prognosis, Doc?

The camera pans out, revealing the doctor’s name to be “DR. KHATRI.” The man sighs a bit… and the camera pans out more, revealing the flat, stiff, stoic Evan Envi.

Doc: Nothing seems broken. Nothing seems torn, but I’d obviously like to send you elsewhere as soon as possible for some x-rays and most certainly a concussion test. Do you have a long history of them?

Evan Envi: Believe it or not, no. The Chief stays well-protected, dangit. Maybe two or three in the past. I’m lucky, no? But I guess it depends, really, on what you consider a “history”, Doc.

Evan tries to sit upright, but cries aloud, grabbing at his ribs, face immediately turning red.

Evan Envi: GAHHH, JESUS! WHERE’S MY LAWYER, DOC?! I ALMOST GOT MURDERED OUT THERE ON LIVE TELEVISION AND I HAVEN’T EVEN FILED MY POLICE REPORT! OW! JEEEEAAYYYSUS!

Envi lies back down on the bed and the doctor’s eyes widen. He grabs for a tablet and begins to furiously type something, but seems startled as the door pops open. Another paramedic stops in the doorway, eyebrows raising.

Medic: Sorry, I waited. I thought he’d be gone--

Evan Envi: IS THAT FRANK?! IS THAT MY LAWYER?! FRANK, IS THAT YOU!? FR--!

Envi sits upright again, wincing in pain, but his eyes widen as he looks toward the doorway. Noelle is with the medic, and for the tiniest fraction of a second there is a whiff of concern on her face and then she realizes he’s squawking full volume and rolls her expressive eyes.

Noelle Smith: If you were that worried about it mayyyyyybe you shouldn’t have dragged me by my hair up to the balcony! What happened to you was sheer self-defense.

She turns to the medic and heaves a sigh.

Noelle Smith: Just check me in the hall, I don’t even want to be breathing the same air as him. I’m going to be all bruised up for the wedding!

Evan Envi: You’re… absolutely insane.

Holding a hand to his ribs, he makes an audible noise, indicating legitimate pain before covering it with a grunt, pulling himself to the edge of the medical bed to stare directly at Noelle Smith.

Evan Envi: I was lost. I asked you where the ring was out there and you ignored me-- PLENTY of fans heard me. And then, knowing exactly what your plan was, you led me to that balcony. Poor, innocent, unsuspecting me. And you tried to ruin me, you psycho! THE DOCTOR SAID I’LL PROBABLY NEED A BODY CAST!

Doc: ...I don’t--

Evan cries out in pain.

Doc: Yes. Body cast. Very bad.

Behind Evan’s back, the doctor makes a gentle shrug toward Noelle and the medic before turning his back, going back to his tablet. Noelle’s hands lift and she gently massages her temples before she takes a deep breath.

Noelle Smith: Nobody. Nobody, Evan… would ever believe you.

She drops her hands and she stares at him intently.

Noelle Smith: On camera, everyone, and I mean everyone saw you grab me by the hair and pull me up those stairs, helpless, right up to that balcony. Maybe? You need a total neurological checkup if you honestly believe you didn’t know what you were doing out there.

She narrows her eyes, though her tone stays soft.

Noelle Smith: If you were so lost, like some poor innocent little lamb out there that you didn’t even know where the ring was? I don’t know, maybe you’ve got a tumor or something.

She turns and starts to move out into the hall.

Noelle Smith: It would be a real shame if you fail to get that thoroughly checked...

For a moment, Evan’s eyes widen. He starts to turn to his doctor, but his gaze falls downward and he stops himself. Evan stifles a breath, shaking his head, looking back at Noelle.

Evan Envi: You’d better freaking hope, yo. That’ll be what saves you. But… you… taking all of this away from the world…

Envi gestures toward himself. His whole body.

Evan Envi: That’s an unforgivable and inescapable punishment. You’re paying for this, Noelle. Tell her how much it costs, Doc.

Doc: Oh. Ohoho. I don’t think you want the final figure. A body cast would cost--

Evan Envi: OWWWW! DOC!

Doc: --a lot of money! A body cast is largely expensive. Unfortunately. I mean-- sadly. Yes. Sadly.

The doctor mouths an apology toward Noelle for the absurdity of the situation before hurriedly turning away again, back to his tablet. Noelle pauses with her hand on the doorway, clearly feeling her own strains from the match, but there’s a tiny, tiny hint of a smile before she schools her expression.

Noelle Smith: It’s a good thing you have insurance, right Evan? I mean, that is, if your assistant filed the necessary new forms for the new year.

She pauses, and brings a hand up to her lips before she drops it and scoffs at him. Envi’s face grows white and his eyes drift elsewhere for a moment as he ponders it.

Noelle Smith: I’m not paying for anything for you, not ever again. Except flowers for your own… inevitable… if you don’t get checked that is.

For a split second she gives the doctor a return look of sympathy, but quickly enough that Evan might not catch it. Envi’s eyes return to Noelle.

Evan Envi: Get her out of here, doc. Groupie is contagious.

With that, Envi lies back down on the medical bed, murmuring something under his breath about “insurance” and “Trumpcare” while aggressively waving Noelle off.

Noelle Smith: Someday you’ll learn Evan, that no matter how hard you try to convince people I’m a groupie? They’ll realize the truth. It’s just words from a bitter, hollow, has been. You? Don’t get to define me.

She rolls her eyes as she turns to leave.

Noelle Smith: Give him the extra good treatment, Doc. You know the one.

Noelle slams the door behind her and once in the hall laughs as she thinks of how he’ll react. Evan takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, groaning as we fade-- taking precaution and slapping at the approaching hand of the doctor.

[Dan Herrera]

Backstage, the members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are standing by with Spencer Burke; Dan still looks visibly peeved by the result of his triple threat match earlier tonight where Kimmi Keister stole the victory out from under him. Peaches doesn’t look best pleased either, but Spencer is all smiles as he stands between them.

Spencer Burke: I’m here with the members of The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. Guys, tonight we witnessed what may have been the shock of the night when Kimmi Keister emerged as the winner of your triple threat match--

Peaches: That’s an understatement, Spence, an’ you know it.

Spencer Burke: --but the referee’s decision is final. Dan, how are you feeling about what happened tonight?

Dan Herrera: Feeling? Numb. Because despite getting what should have been the win, some obscure rule that doesn’t make sense to me has granted Kimmi Keister a win over both me and Elon? Someone explain to me how I can get the first two counts, but her putting her arm over me gets her the last one? Where’s the other two counts for her? I’m confused and frustrated to say the least. Believe me, I could be wrong about this and I have every belief in the referee’s capabilities, but I need to look up this rule so next time I’m not screwed by it.

Herrera shakes his head in dismay. His nostrils flaring slightly as he places his hands on his head.

Peaches: Like I said before, I’m proud of what Dan accomplished earlier tonight. ‘Cause Kimmi might be goin’ round sayin’ she won, an’ they’re gonna be the next FGA World Tag Team Champions--

Dan scoffs, raising his head as he tries to recompose himself.

Peaches: --yeah, I ain’t buyin’ it either. An’ I ain’t ‘bout to believe that she knew what she was doing when she put her shoulder on Dan. ‘Cause Dan had laid her out. An’ he laid out Elon Elysian - how you doin’ provin’ how important you are to the team, by the way, Elon?

Dan Herrera: Let's not take any cheap shots. The fact is that Kimmi is the official ‘winner’ tonight. It doesn’t matter how much work I did, it doesn’t matter who I laid out, or that I had Elon pinned. What’s done is done. I’ll let the sleeping dog lie because I’m not one to make a fuss but I’m one to move on and make sure it never happens again. And Kimmi, you better believe that you should go out tonight and celebrate this ‘win’, because I can tell you without a doubt that you will NOT be getting one over on me or Peaches again. You can count on that.

Spencer Burke: I understand there’ll be another triple threat match on the next Vertigo: Emery Elysian versus Peaches versus Kalli Keister--

Peaches and Dan look at one another, smiles appearing on both of their faces as they hear the news.

Spencer Burke: --and I take it from the looks on your faces that’s good news.

Peaches: Best news I heard all day, Spence.

Dan Herrera: That’s just what the doctor ordered. Kalli won’t get as lucky as her sister. Emery won’t fare any better than his little brother. And we’ll be one step closer to becoming the next FGA World Tag Team Champions.

With that the members of The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad bump fists and head off down the hall, leaving Spencer Burke behind as the scene comes to an end.