Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:49:55 GMT -5
Allstate Arena Rosemont, IL
Our shot opens up to a panning shot of the outdoor view of Allstate Arena. The feed cuts to inside the view and pans around at a shot of Allstate Arena from high up above. We then cut to another panning shot of the venue, showing off the excited crowd.
Geoff Penzer: Hello fans as welcome to the jam packed Allstate Arena here in Rosemont, Illinois! I am your host, Geoff Penzer, and this is the Six year Anniversary Show! In year’s past, we would normally show various highlights from year’s past or bring back some of your favorites for a special guest appearance. But tonight, we will be taking a look back at the storied career of one Cordelia Stevenson! Cordy Stevenson shocked the wrestling world when she announced her retirement a month and a half ago. But before she was calling a career, she wanted one last match against arguably her greatest adversary! That individual, is Chandler Scott. These two great athletes, and as of last night, Hall of Famers, have gone to war over the FGA World Championship! But tonight isn’t about titles or settling personal grudges. It’s about giving the fans one last look at one of the great rivalries in FGA’s illustrious history! That main event should be something to see. But that’s not all we have for you tonight. We’ve got four First Round Matches in the Frontier Lions Cup Tournament! The World Tag Team Championship will be on the line when the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad defends against the 2017 DDT3 winners, The Chaotics! Noelle Smith goes one on one with Ricky Valero! But right now, we’re going to send it to the ring for our opening contest. Melanie, take it away…
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★ Stunray vs. Mark Storm
"Short Change Hero" by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;
YOUR HERO, AND MINE
Boo's echo through the arena as Mark Storm emerges from the mist of smoke, chewing gum calmly as he takes off his shades and stares down at the ring. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the jeers of the audience.
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM!
He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp.
This ain't no place for no hero. This ain't no place for no better man. This ain't no place for no hero To call "home."
At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the boo's coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring.
Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing.
Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm has been singing a different tune after turning his back on the fans two weeks ago. Storm lashed out at the fans, as well as management, for being relegated to the sidelines while “less deserving” wrestlers got all the opportunities that he wasn't afforded. Well Storm gets his chance to back up his claims when he goes one on one with one of the men that he called out in that rant…
The signature guitar riff of “Psycho” by Muse blasts into the excited air and a chorus of boos emanates from the sold out arena. The drums start pounding away as Stunray would normally step through the curtain at this time. However, he's nowhere to be found.
Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds…. STUUUNNRAAAAYYY!!!
"Psycho" continues to play until the music dies down. Suddenly, a disheveled Stunray slowly makes his way through the curtain and down to the ramp.
Geoff Penzer: You know, I thought after being name dropped in Storm’s rant that Stunray would come out here looking to compete and prove Storm wrong. But it looks like I was wrong.
As soon as the bell sounds, Storm goes over to lock up. Instead of engaging, Stunray drops to his back before rolling to the outside. Boos can be heard throughout the arena as Stunray turns and walks up the ramp. Storm shakes his head in disbelief as he watches Stunray get counted out once again. Grabbing a microphone, Storm has one hand on his hips and the other tightly gripped around the microphone.
Mark Storm: Are you serious right now?!
He looks around the arena, an eyebrow raised and is obviously, quite irritated. He then walks over to the ropes and demands that one of the camera crew members pass him over a steel chair. Reluctantly, a member of the crew passes him over a chair, and Storm snatches it away from him, hissing as he plants the chair down in the center of the ring before taking a seat. Boo's in the arena begin to build and Storm has become impatient.
Mark Storm: You people, are going to shut up - and let me speak.
The noise in the arena peaks and Storm shakes his head sideways, disgruntled, disappointment and disgusted by the reaction of the fans. He manages to smile, his smile however fake and sinister and you can see that behind his eyes, there's a sense of injustice.
Mark Storm: This... this is injustice. This, is not fair! This imbecile, this embarrassment manages to get more TV time then one of the best wrestlers in the world. Stunray, a guy who's name is so idiotic - and from the looks of it, doesn't take his job seriously. Whilst me, I take my job very seriously. So seriously that I'm one of the hottest wrestlers in the world right now, the most in demand in ring performer in the world! But nevertheless, management have decided to box me into a cocoon, deciding that they don't want to put their trust in someone who turns up to work everyday. They don't want to put their trust in someone who takes their job seriously. They don't want to put their trust in one of the best wrestlers in the world. No, they'd rather show another idiotic challenge between Peaches and Ashlyn De Luca - who are making the tag team division look like a complete joke, I must add, whilst Dan Herrera and Logan Alexander stand there like the glorified chaperones that they are.
He pauses, sinking his head into his hands and shaking his head disappointingly. He snaps back to reality, bringing the microphone back to his moist lips, and continuing.
Mark Storm: But all of that... that's gonna stop soon. Because like I said a fortnight ago, Mark Storm is done being an afterthought. I will be the ONLY thought that comes to mind when people think of Flashpoint! I am the light at the end of the tunnel. I am your hero and mine, and I promise you that salvation is coming.
"Take Your Place" by The Underachievers plays through the speakers and emerging from the back is Robbie Black, who nods his head as the fans rise from their seats and applaud him.
Geoff Penzer: Robbie Black? He wasn’t scheduled to be here this evening? What is this all about?
Black signals for the music to be cut before walking down the entrance ramp, microphone in hand.
Robbie Black: Ladies and Gentlemen...
At the edge of the ring Black stops himself from entering the ring and leans against the barricade.
Robbie Black: Can I get a hell yeah, if you're sick and tired of listening to Mark Storm's whiny punk ass?!
Robbie Black: Oh I can't hear ya... I said, can I get a hell yeah if you're sick and tired of listening to Mark Storm's whiny punk ass?!
Robbie Black: You hear that Mark? Nobody wants to listen to this pitiful bitchin'. From the sounds of it Mark, you wanna fight. That's what it sounds like to me and that's what it sounds like to them. And if it's a fight you're lookin' for playa, then look no further than me.
Stepping into the ring, Black stands level with Mark and the two having an immense stare down as cheers from the fans reverberate through the arena.
Robbie Black: You wanna show Flashpoint that you the best wrestler on the brand. I wanna show Flashpoint that I'm good enough to hang with the best -
Mark Storm: Robbie, Robbie - I'm gonna stop you right there, because you're making a huge mistake. You can't be serious right now, Rob.
Robbie Black: Oh I'm serious. As serious as I'll ever be... SO how about it?! Mark Storm versus Robbie Black... at FINAL FRONTIER?!
Black extends his hand out to Mark, who takes a step back a little before looking around the arena. He looks back at Robbie, who has a cheeky grin on his face.
Mark Storm: I'll give you your moment. I'll make you famous...
Storm goes to extend his hand but Robbie transitions his hand into a finger gun and points it right at the head of Storm and mouths, "bang". Dropping his mic, Robbie backs away and exits the ring, leaving Storm alone with a glum look, whilst the fans cheer for Robbie...
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:50:16 GMT -5
"NEW BEGINNINGS" 06.26.14
"My slate has been wiped clean." I begin, as soon as I see that my macbook has started to record. I'm seated Indian style on the bed in my Philadelphia home. It's been awhile since I've felt it's comfort to be honest, having spent the good part of the past two months in Cuba and in New York City. I'm dressed as you would expect one to be when they're lounging in their home; a purple #SexSells wifebeater with the lettering etched across my chest, and a pair of gray yoga pants that can't really be seen as the camera is focused upward.
"It kind of feels weird saying that--"I continue, a soft sigh escaping my lips. "--knowing that not too long ago, I was just a win away from becoming the number one contender to one of the biggest prizes in the game. I was literally two wins away from being crowned the next PDW Platinum champion." I hold two fingers up for the camera. "Two wins away from laying claim to one of the most respectable and admirable feats that could be accomplished in this business. And now here I am,"I say this with a sweeping wave of my hand. "--in a brand new company and right back at square one. But you want to know something funny?" I ask, a sly smile forming on my face.
"I don't mind it at all."
"All the wars I've endured and all the scars I've earned along the way are but simple reminders of a time and a place long gone. I will look back upon them with great pride, and in fondness because they have helped mold me into the competitor that I am today and they have laid down the groundwork for the future that I look forward to with great hope and aspiration. I am proud of what I've accomplished so far in this business. I am proud of having set foot in the ring against some of the industry's best and not only surviving, but walking out triumphant on countless occasions. I have done things that most people could only dream of doing, but I don't want anyone to fall under the misconception that I'm content, because the truth of the matter is I am only getting started."
"The journey has just really begun." I say, casually flipping my hair from my face.
"In a business so chock full of ego, I am not afraid to admit that I am a work in progress. For all that I've been through in the short amount of time that I've been in this business, one thing that has made itself abundantly clear to me is that I've still got a lot to learn." I say with. Casual shrug of my shoulders. "I've still got to mature in a lot of ways, and I've still got to come into my own."
"The truth is, I've still got a long way to go." I bite down on my lower lip as I glance off to the side temporarily.
"I haven't always been the most patient person in the world, but when it comes to honing my craft and doing what is necessary to grow, I'll do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to bring out the best in me, because I understand that greatness isn't something that's achieved overnight. It isn't something that you can just wake up one morning and lay claim to, no, it's a long and grueling process. But if there's anyone capable of handling it, then it's me." I say, gently patting my chest. "Some people get a few accolades under their belt and they become complacent. That's just not the type of person that I am. I'm always looking to get better. I'm always looking to raise the bar, and as I embark on this new journey, I intend to do just that. And it all begins with Xavier Daniels at All Star Showdown III."
"I'm excited." I say. It comes out a tad bit bubbly but I can't help it. "The butterflies are fluttering, and I'm nervous." I continue, illustrating the point with hand gestures. "It's a good type of nervous though. I remember having these same feelings right before Cindy and I's first match in PDW. Boy, was I a bundle of nerves." I say, letting out a soft chuckle as I think back to how I'd paced around the house in an anxious fit the night before that match. God it seems so long ago.
"There's just always been something exciting about starting anew to me. Even when I was younger; going to a new school was always an exhilarating experience. A new environment, new faces, new experiences; I always looked forward to them, and truthfully I think it's the same thing here." I stop for a second to gather my thoughts. "I've always been about the possibilities, you know? Not necessarily knowing what awaits you, gives your mind the freedom to roam and wander and conjure up a million of scenarios that you could possibly face as you travel along that new path. New obstacles: but more importantly, new challenges lie ahead, and that's something I look forward to."
"And I know that you will be a challenge, Xavier. I mean, I would be a fool to think otherwise, wouldn't I?" I pose, with my eyebrows arched. "I watched what you did to Mark Storm in Asbury; and I saw what you were able to do against Kevin Hardaway in White Plains. It would be very foolish on my part to overlook you Xavier, because I know that if I make the mistake of doing so, I could very well fall the same way that Storm did; the same way that Hardaway did. You--" I say, pointing my finger towards the camera. "--you fight with a chip on your shoulder. You said it yourself, you always find yourself in the role of the underdog, and some would even say that you are one in this match against me as well."
I shake my head. "I wouldn't." I state with conviction as I poke myself in the chest. "You see Xavier, I know what the people are saying. I know that they see our names on paper, and they think that you beating me is a longshot. They think of the things I've done in the past, and they think that this should be a cakewalk for me. You see, I can't afford to think like that. I can't afford to view you as anything less than the threat that you are. Because as well as I may have done-- as successful as I may have been elsewhere; as I said before, it doesn't really mean much here. As I prepare to step into that ring at All Star Showdown III, I have to understand that I am going against a man that has shown that he is more than capable of getting the job done here in Frontier. In this land of warriors, I am the unproven--" I say, emphasizing the I. "--and in my head that immediately sets me at a disadvantage."
"But that's alright Xavier. I don't intend on being unproven for long. You see, I too fight with that underdog mentality; it's something that's been instilled in me from day one. Fight hungry and fight as if there's always something to prove, even when there isn't. That's the code that I live by, and that is what keeps me driven . It's why I can't be complacent with that from which I came. It's why I strive for more, and it's why at All Star Showdown III, you will get the fight of your life." I say, my chest heaving.
"Win, lose, or draw--" I start, my eyes narrowing a bit. "--you will know that you were in a fight Xavier. Win, lose, or draw; you will respect me. And win, lose, or draw; I will show the world that I belong. How ironic is it that my new journey begins in such a familiar place? Right here--right in the city where it all began and I made a name for myself in this business; the city of Philadelphia." I couldn't help but to smile at the irony of my new chapter starting off with the same setting. "I know you'll be looking to ride your wave of momentum, Xavier; but please understand, that I am no Mark Storm and I am no Kevin Hardaway. No disrespect to them, but I'm a different kind of beast altogether."
"I'm Cordelia Stevenson, and it's quite alright if you don't really know who I am, Xavier; because at All Star Showdown, believe me when I say-- you'll get familiar."
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2018 11:58:14 GMT -5 by FGA Office
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:58:32 GMT -5
The camera shot opens on a close up image of the back of a leather jacket. It has an image of someone sort of resembling Kendall Kingham airbrushed on the back of it-- shrugging their shoulders in confusion-- with the caption "Is it something I said" above the picture. As the camera pans out to reveal the interior of Kendall's locker room backstage at Allstate Arena, she turns around to face the camera.
Kendall Kingham: Oh hey, I see you saw my jacket design. Went a little different this time, a little less punny, more about the fact it seems I'm not getting off on the right foot with El Strrrrav-eat-hoe.
Her lips purse as she tries way too hard to enunciate the luchador's name.
Kendall Kingham: He seems a little quick to take offense at the things I've had to say to him on Twitter, thinking I'm making fun of him, then just not seeming to like the idea of being wished luck. Annnd I've been told I've offended a person or two on occasion back in the day, so it had me wondering.
Kendall Kingham: Maybe there's nothing to it, maybe saying I'm trying to start something with him is just his way he has to get himself fired up. Either way, I can't really worry about it, one of us is gonna have pretty hurt feelings at the end of the night--
There's a slight pause, indicating that she actually is kind of bummed out he didn't take well to her attempt to engage him.
Kendall Kingham:-- because only one of us is advancing in the Frontier Lion's Cup!
Kendall gives a vigorous pump of her arm, perhaps overcompensating a bit for however morose she may have sounded before.
Kendall Kingham: And that, I mean along with this being kind of a do-over on having a first match in FGA is all the motivation I need.
She starts to get a slight bounce in her step as she seems genuinely excited now.
Kendall Kingham: It's hard not to be excited, these big matches like in the FLC are what I came right here to the Flashpoint Zone for! And if it hadn't hit for anyone how big this is, just watching the Hall of Fame ceremony should put it in perspective. I think pretty much everyone came to Chicago, Rosemont, whichever name I'm supposed to use to watch that-- I even think I saw Susan Kent wandering around this week and she's a Vertigo wrestler!
Kendall Kingham: I don't want to follow in any footsteps, I want to make my own, but hearing all these great careers gone over is inspiring, you know? It makes me want to push myself even more to see just how much I can accomplish, how many titles I can win, how many great matches I can have. With all that, it really makes you look ahead to what this, the FLC could do for someone like me-- imagining the different possible matchups.
Kendall Kingham: But I'm not getting any of those if I don't win here, so right now I've got to introduce myself to the Flashpoint zone in style and I've gotta do it by taking down a hungry El Strawveetwo!
Not noticing that she's butchered his name even worse in her excitement, the New Yorker continues on.
Kendall Kingham: Will it be easy? No, but that's why I chose right now to make my move to FGA. I've worked my butt off to get the skills and the experience and the focus all lined up so I'm ready to put it together, not just to get a good win here, a good win there, but to really make my mark. So I'm going out there 100% confident that my masked amigo, or maybe he's not depending what he thinks of me might be good-- really good-- but just like a game of skateypuck that ref's gonna hit the mat for 1-2-3 strikes and he's out!
With that, she dashes out the door in a flourish, ready to make her mark and hopefully set the tone for the other FLC matches to come.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:58:44 GMT -5
The lights in the arena go dark and the following comes to life on the jumbotron with various small town scene in the background as John Mellencamp’s iconic “Small Town” blasts throughout the arena
Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Probably die in a small town Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic that's me
But I've seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town Now she's small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say Look who's in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that's good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And that's probably where they'll bury me
The song ends and the arena lights come back on and there is a young man smiling and waving to the crowd enthusiastically.
Geoff Penzer: And that young man is none other than 19-year-old Sage Clark. Sage will very soon be joining FGA in the ring and we expect big things from him in the future here on Flashpoint. Before we send it to our next match, let's send it to the back where Amanda Johnson is standing by with one of tonight's Frontier Lions Cup competitors. Take it away.
Sage continues to waving at the adoring crowd as the scene fades
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:59:02 GMT -5
Amanda Johnson: Good evening ladies and gentleman, and here I am with a man who’s been impressing the fans week after week. Welcome the great luchador, El Stravito!
El Stravito steps up to Amanda, accompanied by a young brunette woman. El Stravito says a few words to the woman who then turns to Amanda.
Woman: *ahem* That was a lovely introduction, but I think he would rather you say…
El Stravito: EL STRAVITOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
The luchador dramatically holds both arms out as he screeches his name out loud. Amanda Johnson smiles nervously.
Amanda Johnson: I will…keep that in mind! So anyways, I just wanted to get El Stravito’s thoughts on competing for the Frontier Lion’s Cup.
The woman smiles and nods, before looking towards Stravito.
Woman: ¿Qué piensas de la Frontier Lion's Cup?
El Stravito puts his hands on Amanda Johnson’s shoulders.
El Stravito: Oh no! What will El Stravito do???
He laughs before turning to his translator:
El Stravito: ¿Que pienso? Creo que la gente necesita ver a través de mí ser nuevo y ver lo que puedo hacer. Desde que llegué a FGA, me he puesto muy bien con lo mejor que este lugar tiene para ofrecer. No soy arrogante, pero sé de lo que soy capaz. Esta noche será solo otra coincidencia. Make no mistake. Solo quiero ser uno de los mejores aquí. ¡Es por eso que respeto a las estrellas como Cordy Stevenson y Chandler Scott, que espero que tengan un gran partido para los fanáticos esta noche!
The woman turns to Johnson:
Woman: What do I think? I think people need to see through me being new and see what I can do. Since coming to FGA, I have put on great matches with the best this place has to offer. I am not cocky, but I know what I am capable of. Tonight will be just another match. But make no mistake, I just want to be one of the best here. That is why I respect stars like Cordy Stevenson and Chandler Scott who I hope have a great match for the fans tonight!
Amanda nods before she clears her throat.
Amanda Johnson: It seems like you’re a bit more fired up than usual, could it perhaps be the mind games that Ricky Valero and Thy Kingdom Come have played on you and Noelle Smith recently?
The woman turned to give El Stravito the translation but he stopped her.
El Stravito: Valero…
A darker tone came over El Stravito’s voice.
El Stravito: Valero y his perras. His cockroaches. No importa tonight. When I get Lion Cup, then I finish Valero. Ahora tengo que irme…
El Stravito walks away, grabbing the woman by the hand.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:59:22 GMT -5
★★★ FRONTIER LIONS CUP (FIRST ROUND) ★★★ Kendall Kingham vs. El Stravito
The music starts and different colored lights flash around. Once the beat drops, El Stravito rolls out from the curtain and pops up on stage. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on each side.
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a First Round Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from San José, Costa Rica! Weighing in at 185 pounds! He is ELLLL STRAAAAAVIIIIITOOOOOO!!!
El Stravito dances to his music on the ring steps before flipping over the ropes into the ring. Stravito leaps on the top turnbuckle to hype the fans as the music dies down.
The lights drop, and multi-colored ones start strobing around as "Professional Griefers" starts up to the cheers of the crowd. Kendall Kingham emerges into sight wearing her regular gear, sunglasses, and an airbrushed jacket.
Kendall bounces on the balls of her toes before making her way down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way.
Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, new York… KENDALL KIIIINGHAAAAMMMM!!!
She hops up on the apron, runs to an unoccupied corner, and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Raising a fist to a pop from the crowd, she slingshots herself inside, and removes her jacket and glasses as the lights come back on while her music fades.
Geoff Penzer: The first of eight First Round Matches in the 2017 Frontier Lions Cup kicks off tonight! Four matches on Vertigo, four right here on Flashpoint. The winner of this match will face the winner of Evan Envi and Aria Bankowski in the Quarterfinals at Final Frontier. El Stravito has taken exception to some of Kingham’s comments over the past week or so while continuously getting into it with Ricky Valero, Nate Bristow & Tully Barnes. The luchador needs to push Thy Kingdom Come to the back of his mind and focus solely on Kingham if he wants to advance...
The bell sounds as Stravito and Kingham start things off with a lock up. They jockey for position before Stravito sends Kingham to the mat with a quick arm drag. As soon as Kingham gets back to her feet, Stravito runs over to knock her down with a running shoulder block. He then turns and runs into a set of ropes as Kingham gets back to her feet. When he comes back, Kingham leapfrogs over him. Stravito continues to run the ropes. When the luchador returns, Kingham performs another leapfrog. Stravito continues to run the ropes. When Stravito returns, Kingham goes for a hip toss. But Stravito’s able to hop through it before throwing Kingham down with a hip toss of his own. Kingham returns to her feet and immediately goes after Stravito. But it proves to be a bad idea as the luchador throws her down with a japanese arm drag. Then another. When Kingham returns to her feet, Stravito rushes over before knocking her through the ropes and to the floor with a dropkick. Stravito heads to the center of the ring and waves his arms up and down to get the crowd hyped. The sold out crowd begins to buzz with anticipation. While Kingham slowly gets up on the outside, Stravito takes off into the far ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when Stravito flips through the ropes and knocks her down with a rolling suicide dive!
Geoff Penzer: Stravito leaps through the ropes and takes out Kingham with a dive to the outside!
Stravito pulls up Kingham and rolls her back inside. He then rolls himself back in before making the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Kingham kicks out.
Stravito picks Kingham up, places her against the ropes and delivers three knife edge chops before whipping her into the ropes. When Kingham returns, Stravito sets up for a back body drop. Kingham sees it coming. So she stops and hits Stravito with a kick to the face that stands him upright before knocking him down with a Brazilian Kick to the head. She drops down to make the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Stravito kicks out.
Geoff Penzer: Kingham caught Stravito with a well-placed kick to the head. But it only gets two. Kingham’s keys to victory tonight would be keeping the much faster Stravito grounded while utilizing her striking advantage.
Kingham picks up Stravito, places him in a Thai Plum and moves him into the corner before unleashing short elbow strikes to the head. She follows up with knee strikes to the midsection before delivering one last strike to the head. She then takes Stravito and sends him into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Kingham charges across the ring, but she gets knocked back with a boot to the fast. Stravito then quickly hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, bounces up onto the top ropes, leaps off and knocks her down with a missile dropkick. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Kingham kicks out.
Stravito picks up Kingham and goes for an irish whip. But Kingham reverses, sending him into the ropes. As Stravito approaches, Kingham performs another leapfrog while Stravito rolls underneath her. After Kingham lands on her feet and turns around, Stravito doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Stravito comes back, Kingham knocks him down with a crossbody block.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Kingham kicks out.
Kingham picks up Stravito and places him in a front chancery. Stravito tries to slip out of the hold. But Kingham’s able to cinch in the hold tight. Stravito groans as he tries to free himself, but it’s to no avail. The ref asks Stravito if he wants to give up. But the luchador refuses. He begins to overpower Kingham by moving her backwards into the ropes, which causes the ref to enforce a rope break.
Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
As soon as Kingham lets go, Stravito stands up and lights up her chest with knife edge chops. He then sends her into the far ropes with an irish whip. When Kingham returns, Stravito knocks her down with a clothesline. He then brings Kingham back to her feet, scoops her up from the side and hits a pendulum backbreaker. Stravito pushes her over onto her back before stepping on the back of her legs. After locking Kinghams legs in place, Stravito reaches down, grabs her wrists and rocks back and forth until he pulls her into a surfboard stretch. The crowd cheers while Kingham groans. She cringes as Stravito continuously pulls back on her wrists. The ref asks Kingham if she wants to let go. But she refuses. Kingham continues to lay suspended in the air with nowhere to go. Stravito can be heard yelling “¡Grifo!” at Kingham. The ref, meanwhile, continues to check in with her. Kingham continues to turn down the opportunity to quit. Stravito then leans back, pulling Kingham down and pinning her shoulders to the mat.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Kingham escapes!
Stravito picks up Kingham and goes for another irish whip. But Kingham reverses with an irish whip feint into a double knee armbreaker. After Stravito goes down, Kingham pushes him over into the prone position before getting on the back of his thighs. She locks Stravito’s legs in place before grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him back into a Mexican Surfboard.
Geoff Penzer: Kingham returns the favor with a surfboard of her own!
The crowd cheers while Stravito howls in pain. The ref asks Stravito if he wants to give up. Stravito shouts out “¡No!” Kingham then shouts out “¡Sí!” Stravito shouts out “¡No!” again. Kingham then shouts out “¡Sí! ¡Sí! ¡Sí!” before pulling back on the wrists. Stravito continuously shakes his head from side to side when the ref asks if he wants to give up. Kingham then lowers Stravito down to his knees before transitioning into a Surfboard Chinlock. The ref kneels down in front of Stravito and asks if he wants to give up. Stravito responds by wagging his finger at the official. Kingham then takes Stravito by the chin and pulls back over and over. Stravito grunts with each each tug until Kingham finally lets go. While Stravito is on all fours, Kingham reaches down and slowly brings him back to his feet before knocking him into the ropes with a European Uppercut. She then takes Stravito and whips him into the far ropes. When Stravito returns, Kingham knocks him down with a Samoan Spike. She makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO!
Stravito gets his shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Kingham caught Stravito right in the throat! But he was able to get his shoulder up in time! Both of these exciting newcomers have a huge opportunity in front of them. Win and you advance. Win and you come one step closer to possibly getting the Frontier Lions Cup trophy, as well as an Undisputed Championship match. It all started several weeks ago in the various qualifying matches that led them to here. Is this where their path stops or will they continue on?
Kingham picks up Stravito and knocks him back a few steps with another European Uppercut. She then takes the luchador and sends him into the corner with an irish whip. Kingham charges over, but she gets knocked back with a back elbow. while Kingham is dazed, Stravito turns and goes to climb the turnbuckles. But Kingham runs into the corner, grabs Stravito by the ankle and yanks him down. On the way down, Stravito smacks his face against the top turnbuckle. After being turned around, Stravito is sent into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Kingham then runs across the ring before crashing into him with a running European Uppercut. After Stravito slumps down in the corner, Kingham turns and runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she connects with a running facewash. The cheers continue while Kingham drags Stravito from out of the corner before making the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO!
Stravito gets his shoulder up.
Kingham picks up Stravito, gets behind him and goes for a German Suplex. But Stravito counters with a back elbow to the face. Once free, Stravito runs into the ropes. Upon his return, Kingham throws out a Roaring European Uppercut. But Stravito ducks. When Kingham turns around, the crowd cheers when Stravito nails her with a reverse discus elbow to the face before spiking her with a frankensteiner. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO!
Kingham gets her shoulders up.
Stravito picks up Kingham and sends her into the ropes with an irish whip. Instead of coming back, Kingham hangs onto the ropes. So Stravito runs over to attack. But he gets knocked back by a front kick to the face. Kingham then hops onto the apron through the ropes before tackling Stravito down with a slingshot spear. She makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO!
Stravito gets his shoulder up.
Kingham picks up Stravito and whips him into the ropes. When Stravito returns, he slides through Kingham’s legs. When Kingham turns around, Stravito doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before sending her flipping down to the mat with a sunset flip powerbomb.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO!
Kingham kicks out.
Geoff Penzer: Oh, so close! The luchador thought he had her!
Stravito picks up Kingham, moves her into the corner and climbs up onto the middle ropes. He begins to punch her while the crowd counts along.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Kingham slips out from below, hops up onto the middle ropes behind Stravito and delivers a German Suplex, leaving Stravito folded up. Cheers and applause are heard as Kingham crawls over, pushes Stravito down and makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Stravito gets his shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Stravito was folded in half with that German Suplex off the middle ropes! But he still was able to get his shoulder up! Some great fight we’re seeing out of Stravito here tonight...
Kingham picks up Stravito and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner when Stravito hoists himself up instead a seated position, nails Kingham with a front kick to the face and follows up with a Tornado DDT. The crowd cheers when Kingham bounces off the mat before falling back down. Stravito crawls over and makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Kingham gets her shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for the luchador! He can feel it! The Quarterfinals are SO close!
Stravito picks up Kingham and sends her into the ropes. When she returns, Stravito brings her down with a wheelbarrow victory roll.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Kingham kicks out.
After both grapplers get up, Stravito hops onto her shoulders before bringing her down with a hurricanrana. Stravito reaches back and hooks the leg.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Kingham kicks out.
Stravito picks up Kingham and goes for an irish whip. But Kingham reverses, sending him into the ropes. Upon his return, Kingham throws out a clothesline. But Stravito ducks, floats over across her back and brings her down with a crucifix pin.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Kingham gets out!
After both grapplers get up, Kingham throws out another European Uppercut. But Stravito’s able to slip out of the way and reverse into a backslide pin.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Kingham slips out.
Geoff Penzer: Kingham slipped out just in the nick of time! She can feel this match slipping away from her!
As Stravito is getting up off the mat, he gets caught with a Knee Trembler.
Geoff Penzer: Stravito drops to the canvas after getting hit in the side of the head with the Knee Trembler! That might be it for the luchador. But Kingham’s not leaving it up to chance! She’s looking to put him away with another move...
Kingham then pulls him up from behind before bringing him down with an Australian Suplex (low angle Tiger Suplex).
ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!
The crowd cheers when “Professional Griefers” hits the speakers.
Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, KENDALL KINGHAM!
The cheers continue when Kingham gets her arm raised.
Geoff Penzer: Kendall Kingham is victorious tonight, picking up the win over El Stravito in our first proper match of the evening. You’ve got to give it up for Stravito. He came so close to advancing! I thought he had her! But Kingham is the far better striker of the two and she hit him with a well-placed strike out of nowhere! That lead to the Australian Suplex and it was all she wrote from there. Kendall Kingham, our first quarterfinalist here tonight! Who will join her next? Will it be Savannah taylor or will it be NEON? Stay tuned...
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 11:59:41 GMT -5
"THE CUP" 08.24.14
Cyncity picks up Cordy, brings her into the corner and sits her down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Cyncity grabs Cordy and goes for a superplex, but Cordy blocks the move. So Cyncity tightens her grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Cordy blocks the move. Cyncity then lets go and goes to nail Cordy right a right hand. But Cordy blocks and counters with a right hand of her own. She then nails Cyncity with another right hand… and another. While Cyncity is temporarily rocked, Cordy shoves her off the top rope and down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: Cyncity falls to the canvas!
Grayson: Could we see The Beauty School Dropout?
After standing up on the top turnbuckle, Cordy flips off and goes for The Beauty School Dropout. But Cyncity gets her knees up, causing Cordy to crash across them to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: God, that's got to hurt!
Grayson: All that force, only to land on a pair of knees? Yeah, I'd say that hurts...
After both grapplers slowly get up, Cyncity heads over, hops onto Cordy’s shoulders spins around for the Cynderana. But before Cyncity can go for the inverted hurricanrana, Cordy pushes Cyncity up off her shoulders. Cordy looks for another electric chair facebuster. But Cyncity slips down in front of Cordy. When Cyncity turns around, she turns into The Foot Fetish. But Cyncity catches her foot and throws it down. She then spins Cordy around, kicks her in the midsection and goes for The Allure. But Cordy rolls through it and counters with the Glitter Driver to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: How about that counter from Cordy!
Grayson: First, she steals Cindy's spotlight! Now, she's stealing her moves! Unbelievable!
Cordy steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she flips off and connects with The Beauty School Drop to cheers from the crowd. Cordy turns over and drapes her arm across Cyncity for the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!
Fine China blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.
Cruz: Here is your winner and the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner, CORDY STEVENSON!
Cordy slowly gets up and gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.
Clement: Cordy's done it! Cordy's gone all the way! Cordy Stevenson is your 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner!
It finally starts to sink in that she's won. Tears begin to run down Cordy's face as the ref shakes her hand. Cordy then heads into all four corners and raises her arms to cheers and applause from the crowd.
Grayson: What a show off! Your partner, your best friend, is laying in the middle of the ring and you're prancing around cheering? See, Tony was right! Cordy is no friend of Cindy's!
Cyncity slowly sits up in the center of the ring. Once she hears theme music that's not hers blaring throughout the arena, she buries her face in her hands.
Grayson: Poor girl. No cigars for her, huh?
Clement: Would you stop this nonsense!?
After Cordy climbs down out of the last corner, she heads over to Cyncity and extends her hand. Cyncity looks up at Cordy. Cordy motions for her to take her hand.
Grayson: Go ahead, Cindy, smack her hand away!
After Cyncity reaches up and grabs her hand, Cordy helps her back up to her feet.
Grayson: Clothesline her, Cindy! CLOTHESLINE HER!
She then hugs Cyncity as the crowd cheers. She then turns and raises Cyncity's arm to cheers and applause from the crowd.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:00:03 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where Amanda Johnson is standing in what appears to be our designated interview area, glancing at her phone for a moment to check the time before her eyes light up at somebody strolling into view. She waves and speaks a polite greeting before raising her microphone up to her lips and turning to the camera.
Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Evan Envi.
The audience roars with a mixed reaction at the appearance of the Chief as he walks into frame, giving Amanda a hard wink.
Evan Envi: Mands! Sup?
Amanda Johnson: Evan, a little later tonight, you go one on one with Aria Bankowski for the first time ever in the first round of the 2017 Frontier Lion’s Cup. After earning an impressive pair of victories over Logan Alexander and one half of the Tag Team Champions, Dan Herrera, how confident are you tonight?
Evan smirks, rubbing his palms, looking off into the distance.
Evan Envi: How confident am I?
Evan Envi: I’m--
?:We’re more confident than ever, Amanda. Trussst.
Boos resonate throughout the arena before the camera even pans out. Amanda Johnson moves the microphone over a bit as the Queen of Mean, NEON steps into frame, intensifying the reaction. NEON laughs a bit, unable to pretend she can’t hear Illinois.
NEON: Evan is taking on Aria, who is JUST NOW finding her footing in this place-- and barely. Barely. She didn’t beat Ricky Valero two weeks ago… she survived him. Ricky is good, sure, but if it were me the win would’ve been quicker. It would’ve been decisive. It would’ve been something to talk about.
NEON turns her gaze to Evan Envi and smiles faintly.
Evan Envi: Word. I mean, I think Aria’s pretty sick in the ring. Pretty excited to see how she throws down to be honest with you. But… yeah. Y’know. You would’ve done well too.
NEON’s eyes narrow into a glare. Envi’s eyes widen and he finds himself stammering.
Evan Envi: I mean-- killed it. You would’ve killed it.
NEON rolls her eyes at Envi and turns to Amanda, crossing her arms.
NEON: That’s fine though. I did it against Peaches and I’ll do it against Savannah. She’s all alone on this downward spiral, and I’m not here to empathize. I could… but I don’t care. I hope I make it worse. I hope this is worse than rock bottom. I hope this makes it that much harder for her to get out of bed. I will win the Frontier Lion’s Cup.
NEON rolls her eyes and begins to walk away.
Evan Envi: Hrmm…
Evan Envi: I didn’t even say anything!
NEON gives her boyfriend a once-over, narrowing her eyes again to a chuckle from the audience before she walks out of frame. Evan watches her leave and he remains silent until her footsteps fade away. He turns back to Amanda and smirks a bit.
Evan Envi: Impossible, Amanda. Because the Chief is gonna win the Frontier Lion’s Cup. Keep your eye on me.
He turns, disappearing from frame, leaving Amanda alone for a few seconds… before Envi strolls back into frame, tossing a purple #47 hoodie toward Amanda to a pop from Illinois. He winks and turns again, walking down the corridor. Amanda shakes her head with a small laugh, looking at the hoodie as we fade to black.
Last Edit: Jul 27, 2018 12:00:31 GMT -5 by FGA Office
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:00:42 GMT -5
Triple T, "Terrific" Terrence Tillman stands in front of an FGA banner. With a smile on his face he begins to speak.
Triple T: FGA, the stars are aligned, the lights are brighter than they have ever been, electricity is in the air and Triple T is in the building!
Triple T: The 6-year anniversary show. 6 years of trailblazing. 6 years of redefining the sports industry. 6 years of making history and tonight will be no different because tonight Yours Truly will win the FGA 15 Title once again.
Triple T: But in order to do that I have to beat Bryan Stryker. Now Bryan is a great talent. He's an awesome fighter, tough as nails, and the perfect candidate to hold the 15 title. The only problem is, right now that title belongs to me. It was taken from me and I want it back. And to do so, all respect aside, I am going to kick Stryker's ass!
Triple T: The repercussions of this match are huge. Not only does the winner take home the 15 title, getting them one step closer to a title shot, but the match itself falls within the Lions Cup Tournament also getting you one step closer to a title shot. It's a win-win...but only if you win. And with the T-Unit at my back I have no doubt in my mind that I will walk out as champion.
Triple T: Stryker the stage is set, the current FGA 15 champion versus the Premier, top-tier, pound-for-pound best around! I have no doubt that we are about to blow the roof off this place. I have no doubt that you are going to defend that title like a true champion. But I'll be coming for that belt with the same intensity and hunger I had the first day I walked into the LDFC training facility. The same fire in my gut that help me burn through the entire roster of lion's den as well as 3GW is going to incinerate your title reign.
Triple T: T-Unit...do you feel it? Can you taste it? It's our time. It's our moment...It's time to show them how it's done.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:01:05 GMT -5
Backstage at the Allstate Arena, Noelle Smith is heading down to the ringside area, her match with Ricky Valero is coming up soon and she wants to take a few moments to get into the right mindset down by the curtain area. Before she can get there however, she hears Spencer coming down the hall towards her as he calls out to get her attention.
Spencer Burke: Noelle, Noelle just a moment of your time, please?
She stops, he catches up a little out of breath as Noelle patiently waits. He gets it together and holds up his microphone with a slight smile.
Spencer Burke: So Noelle you’ve been very quiet leading up to this match, unusual for you considering this is the Six Year Anniversary Show. Care to share your thoughts about why, and of course how you’re feeling about your match against Ricky Valero…
Spencer’s lips twist to a frown.
Spencer Burke: If you wouldn’t mind that is.
Noelle nods, she sighs just a little before she virtually pastes on a smile.
Noelle Smith: Well it’s true, I haven’t been as active on social media as in the past. I’ve been busy doing a lot of things, as we all do - representing FGA and meeting fans, all that kind of thing. But being honest, it isn’t the busy schedule that’s kept me subdued, it’s just the sense of disappointment, Spencer.
At his somewhat skeptical look she continues.
Noelle Smith: I can’t say that I’m all that upset about not taking Brian Stryker’s title from him - it’s something that means the whole world to him so I got exactly the fight expected, and he retained. On another night, who knows? That’s how wrestling is. But the fact that they chose to not only make our match about his title but that was my shot to get into the FLC too?
Noelle shakes her head, her springy silky curls bouncing as she does.
Noelle Smith: I don’t begrudge the man, but I am very upset about not getting to compete this year in the FLC. I’ve done well in the past…
...: Look everybody, there’s the girl nobody cares about anymore whining that she got her chance to be in the Frontier Lion’s Cup snatched away!
Ricky Valero steps into the picture reeking of his usual arrogant stench. He cracks a devilish grin as his blue eyes meet Noelle’s.
Ricky Valero: Boo hoo, Noelle, really the fans should thank Stryker for making sure that we don’t have to suffer through you almost making it to the end again… I mean how much more heartbreak do you think your three fans deserve to struggle through? Show some mercy for once.
Noelle sighs, her eyes downcast as Spencer gives a reluctant look towards Ricky. He too is ready for the match, the lights shining off his leather jacket and he crosses his arms as he looks expectantly at Noelle.
Noelle Smith: I suppose…
Then her lips curve into a smile and she looks up at Ricky from under her lashes.
Noelle Smith: ...they’re probably twice as happy that you’re not in it either.
Even Spencer looks taken aback at Noelle’s words and the tone they’re delivered in as she steps past him to glare right at Ricky. His expression is blank but his eyes are practically burning as he stares at her.
Noelle Smith: You are pure evil. I should know what that looks like, all things considered. But you? You take the cake! You could be a hero to those fans, you know? But you don’t care.
Ricky blinks, and looks down at his right hand, secure in a brace before his face contorts and he leans in close to Noelle in a manner that makes Spencer take two big steps backwards. His voice is low, dangerously low as he starts to talk to her, looking right into her eyes and not letting her look away.
Ricky Valero: How dare you. How dare you say I don’t care when this is all I’ve cared about my whole life.
Noelle blinks, a glance towards Spencer but Ricky reaches up with his left hand to grab her chin, and shows her his right hand.
Ricky Valero: I could have sat this out, Noelle, if I didn’t care. Nobody would have batted an eye. Look at what that sick sorry son of bitch Owen Gonsalves did to me. A lesser man who didn’t CARE would have sat home and collected a paycheck…
His voice spiked up as Noelle pulled free of his grip.
Ricky Valero: I’m sick to death of people like you, Noelle. People like Owen, like Chandler DNA of FGA Scott, disrespecting me right to my face because no matter how hard I bust my ass it isn’t good enough for them!
His voice is ragged as he pauses, the way his voice sounds shows how truly offended he actually is. Noelle takes a deep breath, and shakes her head.
Noelle Smith: Then don’t be like they think you are. Be better, Ricky. Actions, not…
Ricky Valero: Don’t you ever say that to me. I did more my first year of wrestling than you have your entire career and you want to lecture me about being better? That’s your biggest mistake yet. I mean God do you ever do anything right?
He lightly shoves her shoulder before glaring at Spencer.
Ricky Valero: It’s people like you, that encourage people like her. It has to stop.
With that ominous declaration Ricky stalks off and Noelle blinks, looking a little shaken as the cameras cut elsewhere.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:01:24 GMT -5
★★★ FRONTIER LIONS CUP (FIRST ROUND) ★★★ Savannah Taylor vs. NEON
Neon’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.
The lights suspend again and Neon makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually.
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a First Round Match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! She is “The Queen of Mean” NEEEEEEEOOOOOOONNNN!!!
She runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound.
The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands…
Geoff Penzer: NEON suffered a hard-fought loss to Sadie San Francisco in the Dog Collar Match back at Patriot Games. After recovering from the brutality of that match, The Queen of Mean bounced back and has qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup! She is a long ways away from the Finals. But she could get one step closer to reaching them with a win here tonight. But it won’t be easy because standing across the ring from her is a woman that wants this just as badly...
There was silence; the lights began to fade away slowly. A soft instrumental echoes out across the audience. It starts slowly, a beautiful sound that contrasts the heaviness of the world. Like feathers, it glides among the waiting audience. The lighting fixtures produce a gentle spotlight upon the stage, offset by the occasional flash here and there. As the song continues, a woman’s words begin to come through. Her voice is tender, not raising upon a whisper.
Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.
On the stage, a feminine figure appears. Her head lowered to everything. People cannot make out who it is. As she stands there, the flashes briefly illuminate her figure. It only gives small clues on who stands at the gate. She stands in the spotlight, her shadow cast large and proudly among the stage.
Inside me a light was turned on…
The instrumental picks up again. An electric guitar now joins the progressively exciting instrumentals of before. The singer’s voice suddenly intensifies.
Then I was alive!
In the light, it is revealed that it was Savannah Taylor. She stands at the gate, a robe of obsidian and ivory hues. The hood of it shadows her eyes, but the intensity of the final EXODUS World Champion remains clear as day. She starts off down the ramp, with a serious aura radiating from her body.
Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada! She is the “Las Vegas Siren” SAAAAAAVAAAAANNAAAAH TAAAAAAYYYYYLOORRRR!!!
If you close your eyes your life, A naked truth revealed Dreams you never lived, And scars never healed
Savannah makes her way up the ring steps. She looks out towards the audience for a moment before entering the ring. From there, she heads for a turnbuckle. She stands there, taking in everything. She then lifts her up on top of it. She peers out in nothing, then takes off the hood with a flashy flourish. Her blonde locks fly up in the air. They descend, shaping her face as they famously do.
In the darkness, light will take you to the other side You'll find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes
While she stands in her corner, she closes her eyes and takes a heavy breath. When her bright eyes open, Taylor is completely composed. There is nothing more than the heat of battle awaiting her. She takes off her robe, giving it to a stagehand. She stretches her wrists before devoting her mind to the war upon the horizon.
Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor is all by her lonesome here on Flashpoint. Heather Lasiewicz? M.I.A.! Yun Goeun? A.W.O.L.! Izzy Anders? Fired this past Tuesday after her cowardly attack on Leonard T. Asherman! Throughout the year, Taylor and Anders were as thick as thieves! Throughout the summer, Heroes Never Die dominated when they had the numbers game. But the numbers game is no more because the only number left is one. Savannah Taylor is now on a brand where most of her peers can’t stand here. Will Taylor be able to survive without backup? Can she thrive without timely interference? Can Taylor ascend to the top of Flashpoint by winning the Frontier Lions Cup? We are about to find out...
The bell sound as Taylor and NEON start things off with a snug collar and elbow tie-up. After jockeying for position, NEON moves Taylor across the ring and presses her against the ropes. Taylor then turns to her right and presses NEON against the ropes. NEON turns to her left and presses Taylor against the ropes. Taylor then turns back over to her right and presses NEON against the ropes. The two grapplers continue to switch positions until Taylor turns over and presses NEON up against the turnbuckles. The ref then scurries over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break it up.
Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE.
The ref then gets in between the two and tries to break things up. Once the two grapplers are finally separated, NEON nails Taylor with a sucker punch that knocks her back. NEON moves the ref out of the way and socks Taylor with another right hand that sends her stumbling back towards the center of the ring. NEON throws out another right hand. But this time, Taylor blocks before countering with a punch of her own. Another NEON punch gets blocked before getting countered with a punch from the Las Vegas Suren. Taylor nails NEON with four more right hands before sending her into the ropes with an irish whip. When NEON returns, Taylor throws out the Desert Rose (spinning backfist). But NEON’s able to duck. When Taylor turns around, NEON throws out a discus forearm strike. But Taylor’s able to duck the blow. When NEON turns back around, she gets knocked off her feet with a dropkick. Taylor then hits a second dropkick. She takes NEON and sends her back into the ropes with an irish whip. When she returns, Taylor tackles her down with a Lou Thesz Press. The former Pride Champion mounts herself on top of NEON before hammering away with rights to the face. NEON’s able to dodge out of the way of one of the right hands and uses the opening to roll over on top of Taylor. She then mounts herself on top of the Las Vegas Siren before raining down with wild rights and lefts. Taylor is then able to roll back over on top of NEON. The two grapplers continue to switch positions until they each roll underneath the bottom rope and hit the floor.
Geoff Penzer: These two grapplers have come out of the gates swinging! I am surprised at the level of aggression I’m seeing from these two. You could have sworn these two were enemies with the way they’re going after each other...
Once they get back to their feet, Taylor grabs NEON and goes to slam her face-first onto the apron. But NEON puts her hands out on the apron, blocking the move. After an elbow to the midsection, NEON grabs Taylor by the hair and goes to slam her face-first onto the apron. But Taylor’s able to put her hands out on the apron to block the hold. She then swats NEON’s hands from off of her and goes for an irish whip. But NEON reverses, sending Taylor crashing into the guardrail. Taylor arches her back after it collides with the unforgiving steel. NEON lines her up before running down ringside to attack. NEON picks up speed before sending Taylor flipping over the guardrail and into the crowd with a big boot.
Geoff Penzer: What a boot to the face from The Queen of Mean!
NEON climbs over the guardrail and begins putting the boots to Taylor. She reaches down, picks up Taylor and slams her face-first onto the guardrail. NEON takes her by the hair, pulls her head back and slams her face-first into the guardrail again. The Queen of Mean then chokes Taylor on the guardrail by pressing the back of her neck down across the top of the guardrail. The ref climbs over the guardrail and separates the two. NEON puts her hands up defensively when he motions for her to bring the action back into the ring. NEON nods her head… before totally ignoring the referee, swiping a fan’s bottle of water and throwing it right in Taylor’s face, sending the contents of the bottle all over the place. She then grabs Taylor around the waist before dumping her over the guardrail and back to ringside.
Geoff Penzer: This contest has turned into an all-out brawl! The ref needs to step in and get this action back inside!
After NEON climbs over the guardrail, Taylor gets up and rams her back-first against the rail. After a series of shoulder thrusts, Taylor stands up, swipes a fan’s cup of beer from out of his hands and smashes NEON in the face with it. After placing NEON in a headlock, Taylor proceeds to rake NEON’s face along the guardrail with it. When Taylor lets go, NEON staggers over towards the timekeeper’s area. Taylor remains on NEON’s trail. Just as she’s about to grab NEON, NEON grabs the ring bell. When Taylor spins her around, she takes the bell and swings & releases it like a frisbee at Taylor’s head. But Taylor’s able to duck, sending the bell flying down the other end of ringside. The bell sounds once it rolls along the floor while Taylor tackles NEON onto the table. The crowd erupts with cheers when Taylor mounts NEON, grabs her by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of NEON’s head against the table. Taylor gets down off the table, takes the Queen of Mean and slams her face-first onto the steel steps. After NEON’s face ricochets off the steps, she staggers down ringside. But again, Taylor remains right on her. Taylor slams her face-first onto the apron before rolling her back inside. After Taylor climbs up onto the apron, NEON nails her with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. She then takes Taylor by the back of the neck with both hands and drops down to a knee, guillotining Taylor throat-first across the top rope. Taylor falls back and drops to the apron. While Taylor holds her throat, NEON gets to her feet and runs back into the far ropes. When she returns, she knocks Taylor off the apron and to the floor with a baseball slide. NEON then slips right back to the outside.
Geoff Penzer: Oooooh here they go again!
NEON picks up Taylor and slams her face-first onto the announcer table. The cheers continue as she pulls Taylor back by the hair before slamming her face-first onto the table again. The Queen of Mean then takes Taylor by the hair and drags her on top of the table. After bringing Taylor up to her feet, NEON lifts her up for a sitout spinebuster through the table when Taylor counters with an elbow to the top of the head at the last second. Once Taylor’s brought back down, she doubles over NEON with a boot to the midsection before planting her with a DDT on the table. The table remains in tact to the chagrin of the crowd while NEON bounces off the table before rolling off and hitting the floor. Taylor lays sprawled out on the table. Once she catches her breath, the Las Vegas Siren sits back up. After Taylor turns over and gets back to her feet, NEON quickly reaches up, grabs her by the ankles and yanks back hard. Taylor’s yanked into the air before smacking the back of her head on one of the monitors. Taylor rolls off and falls to the floor and immediately grabs the back of her head with both hands.
Geoff Penzer: Taylor might be hurt after that hard fall!
A portion of the back of Taylor’s head is now red as NEON gets back to her feet. She stands over Taylor before putting the boots to the back of her head. She then picks up Taylor and sets her up for a DDT on the outside when Taylor counters by running forward and ramming NEON back-first into the steel steps.
Geoff Penzer: My God!
The crowd cheers when the top half of the steps go flying before Taylor and NEON land on the bottom half. Taylor again mounts herself on top of NEON and hammers away with right hands to the face. NEON is able to slip out of the way of the last punch, causing Taylor to accidentally punch the bottom half of the steel steps. As soon as Taylor grabs her right hand, NEON uses the momentum to toss Taylor off to the side. The Queen of Mean gets back up, grabs Taylor’s right hand and swings it against the guardrail. Taylor groans before immediately grabbing the hand. NEON then grabs a hold of Taylor from behind and pries her right hand away from her left before biting it. Taylor lets out a wail before using her free hand to punch NEON off of her. She then takes NEON and slams her face-first against the steel ringpost. After doubling her over with a knee to the midsection, Taylor plants NEON with a DDT onto the floor. She then turns NEON over into the prone position, takes her by the hair with her left hand and drags her over on top of the steps. The crowd murmurs as they see Taylor stepping back to clearly set up a curb stomp onto the bottom half of the steel steps.
Geoff Penzer: This is going to end very badly for NEON! The ref has to step in and stop this...
The fans in the first few rows stand up to get a good look at what’s about to happen. Taylor begins to frantically wave NEON up with her left hand while The Queen of Mean tries to push herself up on all fours over the steel steps. Once NEON’s in position, Taylor runs over at her. The ref then quickly jumps into Taylor’s way, resulting in an eruption of boos from the crowd.
Geoff Penzer: Thank God!
Taylor and the ref get into it. While this is happening, NEON gets her second wind. After Taylor moves the ref out of the way to get to NEON, NEON nails her with a throat thrust before rolling her back inside. After NEON rolls back in, she pulls Taylor up and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then climbs up onto the middle ropes, places Taylor in a front facelock and plants her with a DDT. She turns over and makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor gets her shoulder up.
NEON picks up Taylor and whips her into the ropes. When Taylor returns, NEON throws out another discus forearm strike. But Taylor ducks the blow. When NEON turns around, Taylor nails her with a front kick to the face. She then steps back, runs and nails NEON with a yakuza kick, knocking her back towards the ropes. Taylor then turns and runs into the far ropes. Before Taylor can bounce back, NEON darts over and catches her with a forearm strike. NEON delivers three more elbow strikes before turning around and running into the far ropes. When NEON comes back, Taylor grabs the top rope and drops down, sending NEON tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The Las Vegas Siren slips out onto the apron before pulling herself up using the ropes. As soon as NEON gets into position, Taylor knocks her down with an Asai Moonsault! Taylor picks up NEON and whips her into the guardrail. She then runs down ringside before sending NEON flipping over the guardrail and into the crowd with another running yakuza kick! She then reaches over, pulls up NEON, places her in a front facelock and drags her across the guardrail before planting her with an elevated DDT! The raucous crowd buzzes as Taylor marches down ringside before waving up NEON. Once NEON gets into position, Taylor runs down ringside, jumps up and curbstomps NEON down on the floor! While NEON is down in the prone position, Taylor marches over, grabs the protective padding and pulls it back, exposing the concrete floor underneath. She then reaches back over, grabs NEON by the hair with her left hand and drags her over on top of the exposed floor. Taylor heads up the aisle before turning around.
Geoff Penzer: These two grapplers desperately want that Frontier Lions Cup! We’re seeing just how far they’re willing to go to advance!
Taylor can be seen waving up NEON while the fans in the first few rows stand up. After NEON slowly pushes herself up on all fours, Taylor runs down the aisle, leaps up and drives NEON face-first into the exposed floor with another curbstomp! She then picks up NEON and rolls her back inside before sliding back in to make the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
NEON gets her foot on the bottom rope.
Geoff Penzer: NEON just barely got her foot on the ropes and I have no idea how she did it!
Taylor picks up NEON and drags her away from the ropes before pulling her up onto her knees. Taylor nails her with a hard left hand… and another… and another. She then steps back and throws out a roundhouse kick to the head. But NEON ducks, pops up to her feet and throws Tylor down with a Michinoku Driver.
ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor gets her shoulder up.
NEON picks up Taylor and sends her sternum-first into the turnbuckles with a hard irish whip. As Taylor stumbles back, NEON cracks her across the back of the head with a discus forearm strike! After Taylor collapses onto the mat, NEON drops down, pulls her over and makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Taylor gets her shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: How did Taylor get her shoul- wait a minute...
NEON makes the cover again.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
Taylor gets her shoulder up.
NEON mounts herself on top of Taylor grabs her by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of her head against the canvas!
Geoff Penzer: NEON’s mauling Taylor! She’s out of control! Both of them are out of control!
NEON pulls up Taylor by the hair before doubling her over with a knee to the midsection. NEON turns and heads into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Taylor down with a single leg dropkick to the side of the head. NEON gets up and begins to circle Taylor while Taylor remains in the prone position. The former Pride Champion tries to shake out the cobwebs before pushing herself up on all fours. NEON then runs over and connects with a front dropkick to the side of the head, knocking Taylor over onto her back. NEON returns to her feet and paces back and forth while she keeps her eyes locked on Taylor. The Las Vegas Siren tries to sit up, but ultimately falls back down. She clutches her head before slowly turning over onto her stomach. After pushing herself up on all fours and then getting back to her feet, Taylor is sent flying backwards into the turnbuckle after a running front dropkick from NEON. Taylor slumps down in the corner as The Queen of Mean approaches. She stands over Taylor and rains down a flurry of right hands to the head. She then hits Taylor with three front knee strikes to the face before pulling her back up by the hair. NEON then climbs up onto the middle ropes before scanning the crowd. She’s about to rain down more punches on Taylor when Taylor slips out from the bottom, ,grabs NEON’s ankles and yanks her off the ropes. NEON smacks her face against the top turnbuckle on the way down. Taylor slams her face-first onto the top turnbuckle before dragging her away from the corner, grabbing her from the side and driving her face-first onto the canvas with the Blonde Ambition! She pushes NEON over and makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO!
NEON gets her shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Both of these grapplers are throwing everything they possibly can at each other! I did not expect this level of intensity from these two against each other!
Taylor picks up NEON and whips her into the ropes. When NEON returns, Taylor knocks her back with a yakuza kick. After taking a few steps back, NEON runs forward and knocks Taylor back with a big boot. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When NEON returns, Taylor flattens her with the Desert Rose! After NEON turns over and gets up on a knee, Taylor runs over and flattens her again. This time, with a Shining Wizard. Taylor picks up NEON, delivers an irish whip and follows her across the ring. As soon as NEON hits the turnbuckles, Taylor connects with a running corner yakuza kick! NEON slumps down before Taylor pulls her back up. She turns NEON around and lifts her up onto the middle ropes. Taylor then steps out onto the apron, climbs up onto the top rope and places NEON in a three quarter facelock before flipping back and bringing her down with Welcome to Sin City (avalanche shiranui)! She makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
The crowd gasps when NEON gets her shoulder up.
Taylor picks up NEON and goes for a running bulldog. But NEON shoves her off into the ropes. When NEON returns, she flattens Taylor with a discus forearm strike! She then reaches down, pulls up Taylor and sits her into the ropes. When Taylor returns, NEON lifts her up and throws her down with a sitout spinebuster!
ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO!
The crowd gasps when Taylor gets her shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Another close call!
NEON picks up Taylor and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection before heading into the ropes. When NEON returns, she knocks Taylor down with the Lights Out (running scissors kick) to the back of the head. She then pulls Taylor back up before sending her into the corner with an irish whip. NEON runs across the ring before connecting with a running wheel kick, sending Taylor slumping down in the corner. NEON takes Taylor, turns her around and presses her face against the middle turnbuckle before running across the ring. NEON sizes up Taylor before charging across the ring and goes for NE To The Face (running bicycle kick). But Taylor moves out of the way, sending NEON crashing knee-first into the middle turnbuckle. As NEON stumbles back, Taylor doubles her over with a kick to the midsection before bringing her down with The Gamble! She then picks up NEON, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster, leaving her sprawled out on the mat. The crowd buzzes with anticipation when Taylor turns over and slowly pulls up a motionless NEON by the hair. After grabbing a hold of NEON, Taylor smirks before planting her with the Siren’s Song (scissored DDT). She makes the cover.
ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!
The crowd erupts with boos when “Just Close Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena.
Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, SAVANNAH TAYLOR!
The boos continue when Taylor gets her arm raised.
Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor comes away victorious with a win over NEON in the First Round! That was a slugfest! That was a brawl! It was the craziest match we’ve seen from two members of the Flashpoint brand since the draft! Both of them threw everything they could think of at each other. But in the end, Taylor advances to the Quarterfinals, where she will meet the winner of Brian Stryker and Terrence Tillman...
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:01:42 GMT -5
“THE RUMBLE” 05.16.15
Evangelista picks up Cordy and whips her into the corner. She then picks up Sands and whips him into Cordy. She then runs across the ring to attack. But Sands ducks, dumping Evangelista over the top rope…
…. but Evangelista lands on the apron. Sands then goes for a Pele Kick. But Cordy ducks, causing Evangelista to get hit and knocked down on the apron. Back in the ring, Cordy picks up Sands and goes for an irish whip. But Sands reverses, ending with a knee to the midsection. He then jumps up and brings Cordy down with a Fame Asser.
While Cordy’s down, Sands turns and begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once he reaches the top, Sands motions for the Sand Drop. But Evangelista climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and punches him in the midsection. After she climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, Sands returns the favor. The two begin to trade blows before trying to shove the other off the top. Evangelista then grabs Sands and goes for a Battlegrounds Uppercut. But Sands blocks it. After a series of punches to the face, Sands hops up and brings Evangelista down with a hurricanrana off the top to cheers from the crowd.
Kris Cruise: What a move by Sands! Hurricanrana off the top rope!
Stephanie Auger: Sands has waited too long for this opportunity, Kevin! He’s not about to let anyone, not even Evangelista, stop him from getting another crack at that World Championship!
As soon as Sands gets up and turns around, Herrera spears him right in half. He then gets up, runs over and flings Sands over the top rope and to the floor.
J.A. Aldridge: Sean Sands has been eliminated!
Kris Cruise: Sands got blindsided by that spear and that was all she wrote!
Stephanie Auger: He’s not done yet, though....
Herrera goes over, picks up Evangelista and brings her over towards the ropes. He then hoists Evangelista up and throws her down with the Final Word, sending her down to the floor.
J.A. Aldridge: Evangelista has been eliminated!
Kris Cruise: Two down, one to go!
Stephanie Auger: We forgot all about Herrera. But he was lying in wait while Sands, Evangelista and Cordy beat each other up. He’s got one last roadblock in this way. Can Herrera do it?
Herrera crouches down and waves up Cordy. When a groggy Cordy gets up and turns around, Herrera goes for another spear. But Cordy nails him with a high knee lift. She then grabs Herrera and runs towards the ropes. But Herrera reverses, runs and tosses Cordy over the top rope. But Cordy lands on her feet. Herrera sees this so, he runs over to knock her off. But Cordy quickly slides through his legs. When Herrera turns around, he turns into the Foot Fetish, sending him falling over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd cheers as Cordy gets on her knees and repeatedly slaps the canvas.
“If” blasts over the PA as the crowd cheers and applauds the performance they just saw.
J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner of the 2015 Gold Rush Rumble, CORDY STEVENSON!
Cordy gets her arm raised as the crowd explodes in cheers.
Kris Cruise: Cordy’s done it! Cordy’s won the Gold Rush Rumble and the right to challenge for the FGA World Championship! What a match!
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:02:01 GMT -5
Backstage we see Amanda Johnson standing in the interview area alongside the 15 Champion Brian Stryker. The 15 Title draped across his shoulder as he has a determined look in his eyes but that familiar goofy grin on his face as always. Amanda checks her hair one last time as she raises the microphone.
Amanda Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen, the 15 champion himself, Brian Stryker. Brian, tonight your “Quest to Four” comes to an end as you face the former 2 time champ Terrence Tillman, the man Julian Tijerina beat to claim the title himself. Not only that, this is also a Frontier Lion’s Cup match so you could very well lose everything in one swoop. How are you feeling?
Brian laughs a bit as he holds a finger up and shakes it a bit.
Brian Stryker: Couple things first. First, this isn’t the end of “The Quest to Four”. Far from it. This quest ends when I win that Pride Championship and etch my name in FGA history as the first man to ever cash in the 15 championship and first to ever successfully win the Pride Title that way. Then, and only then, will I consider this a success. And then people are gonna realize, when I say I’m gonna do something, I mean it.
As for Terrence. Well he knows what it means to hold this title. He’s done it twice. But twice he has failed to reach that magic number. And for that, he’s gonna try his damndest to keep me from reaching it. Can’t blame him. We all want to be the best. But sometimes, the best is the people you least expect. No one saw me winning this title. No one saw me making it to four successful defenses. No one sees me winning the Frontier Lion’s Cup. No one sees me taking that Pride Title back to Flashpoint. Well It’s all gonna happen soon.
You mentioned that I also can lose my Frontier Cup spot tonight as well. Well that’s fine. I like having stacked decks against me. Everyone else tonight have one thing to worry about. Me? I got two things. I gotta make sure that I not only retain my title and advance to the next round, but I don’t over exert myself and ruin my chances in this tournament. I have a full plate and I love that. It just goes to proving that I am not your average wrestler. That I am a man that does things no one else does.
Amanda Johnson: Any final words for Terrence?
Brian Stryker: Terry? Tonight I end both your dreams. Dreams of reclaim this 15 Title for an impressive third reign, and I end your hopes of winning this cup. It’s nothing personal though. You just had the misfortune of drawing against me. I’m not stopping till I finish this journey of mine and then, an all-new one begins. I’ll rest when I’m dead and I have made my mark on this company. And this match, it’s just another chapter in the amazing story of it all.
Brian smirks as he looks at the 15 Title one more time as he walks off camera with determination.
Post by FGA Office on Jul 27, 2018 12:02:25 GMT -5
The camera pans up to reveal Chandler Scott, who is met with a roar of cheers and screams from the crowd. There’s no interviewer holding the mic. There’s no elaborate setup. It’s just the #FGAce and the camera...
Chandler Scott: This is it. Your swan song. Your last hurrah. Your final match before you ride off into the sunset. It's been a hell of a career, Cordy. Titles. Awards. Records. Adulation. There isn't a day that goes by where some fan doesn't tell you that you're their favorite. I'm sure you can recall dozens of times when an up-and-coming wrestler told you that you were their inspiration. You're a generational athlete that is deserving of all the praise. You've fought for the fans and, in turn, they've rocked with you every step of the way. From the highs to the lows. From the good to the bad. From yours days as a newcomer... to a contender... to a champion... to a legend. A Hall of Famer.
The crowd applauds Cordy's highest honor.
Chandler Scott: I often wondered if I was deserving of this spot here tonight. I often wondered if I deserved to be having your last match with you. But after thinking it over, I get it. I now understand why chose me. For that, I'm thankful. I'm grateful. But I want you to understand something. And hear me very clearly when I tell you this. Don't think you're simply being handed a victory because it's your last match. Don't think that you're getting a storybook ending because you're calling it a career after tonight. You of all people should know how tough of an out I am. And if for some reason you happened to have forgotten? Don't worry. I plan on making sure that you Get Familiar with just who I am and what I'm capable of.
Chandler Scott: This isn't the movies, Cor'. This isn't Disney. This isn't the Hallmark Movie Channel. This scene doesn't end with everything being wrapped in a nice, cute little bow. This doesn't end with you getting your arm raised in victory. This ends with every head in that arena bowing and every tongue confessing that Chandler... Reigns... Supreme. You don't get to hit the buzzer beating jumpshot. You don't get to kick the game winning goal in the shootout. You don't get to hit the walkoff home run. And you damn sure don't get to say that you beat Chandler Scott in your last match. What you will get, Cordy Stevenson, is your ass kicked by yours truly. And I'm sure that's not a very popular thing to say about you, especially on a night like this. But it's all good. Because you know what? I'm going to get my ass kicked, too. You are going to give me the fight of your life. You are going to give me your final fight. And these fans her in Rosemont, Illinois?
The crowd cheers for their hometown.
Chandler Scott: They're in for something special.
The crowd roars with cheers.
Chandler Scott: Last night, Cordy, you were enshrined into the Hall of Fame as apart of its inaugural class. You went down in history as one of the best ever in FGA history. But tonight? You will go down to the best in FGA history. I'll see you soon, chica...
With that, Chandler winks at the camera before walking off.