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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:05:28 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:05:40 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:05:55 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:06:11 GMT -5
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed plays as a video package is shown of various FGA grapplers making their way through various entranceways. The video then switches to various FGA grapplers getting kicked, punched, slammed, suplexed and dropped onto the mat.... Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me... After dramatic slow motion shots of various grapplers flipping off the top turnbuckle, the video switches to the Flashpoint logo as the chorus kicks in.  The video fades to an outside shot of the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, MN. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd... “Solarflare I can see the skies opening I’m almost thereeeee.” The crowd immediately erupts in boos. Pink and purple lights flash throughout the Xcel Energy Center. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine steps out on stage, causing the boos to get even louder. In his pink mink coat, Tony struts down the ramp with a sweet smile on his face. Geoff Penzer: Here he is. The man who made his controversial return at Final Frontier. Well I suppose he made his return months ago, debuting as El Stravito. The Scandalous One blows kisses to the jeering crowd. He forces a cameraman to sit on the ropes for him. Geoff Penzer: Ladies and Gentleman, this is Flashpoint brought to you tonight from the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota. Kicking off the show tonight is a former two-time FGA Pride Champion who once vowed to never step foot inside an FGA ring ever again. Tony stands in the ring, adjusting his coat. He takes off his shades and smirks out to the crowd. Solarflare fades out, enhancing the boos inside of the arena. After a few moments of soaking up the reaction, Tony finally grabs a microphone from ringside. Sunshine Tony: It sounds like you really really missed me! The boos get louder. Tony rolls his eyes and smiles. Sunshine Tony: I’ve always said that my career will end on MY terms. The last time you saw the Scandalous One, I was screwed out of another championship opportunity. I was the KING! You all thought my kingdom crumbled.
Smiling, the Scandalous One circles the ring.
Sunshine Tony: I remember you idiots thinking that Johnny Cannon was carrying me to the top. What happened to Johnny Cannon once I left? That’s right. What happened to Zero McHannon? That’s right. Where’s Cordy? Ghost. These are the people all of you cherished over me. These are the pieces of donkey crap that you people have the nerve to say is better than me…
Tony looks down and cracks another smile.
Sunshine Tony: …and then there’s Chandler Scott. My Fratdaddy sweetheart. The single most naive man in the world. The big bumbling idiot…now don’t get me wrong. All of you are idiots for not seeing through the Stravito gag, quite honestly. Then again, I don’t blame you. It was hard to not be myself. As a matter of fact, I went full method acting for this gig. After I left here, I went to Costa Rica. I made sure my español was nice and tight. I trained to brush up on my lucha skills. What’s crazy is, I showed the world what I was doing every step of the way. I posted it all on my Twitter!
He starts laughing as the crowd chants “please go back!”
Sunshine Tony: But Chandler Scott is the biggest idiot of all. When I came back to this place—that’s been desperately crying out for me since I walked out—I noticed something alarming. The talent pool in this company is dwindling. When the Scandalous One was here, there would be no way possible for someone like Johnny freaking Karma to become the FGA champion. NO LESS it would be even LESS possible for his top challenger to be MOLLY FREAKING REID! I mean what happened to this place when Izzy Anders was the hottest thing about this place in the last year? PATHETIC!!!!!
The booing gets intense. Tony doubles down.
Sunshine Tony: You people better sit there and boo me as if you aren’t relieved that I’m back. You people need me. You need me in a world where a soft ass Jimmy Page plays teddy bears instead of mind games. You need the Scandalous One in a world where some vanilla nobodies like Shootsquad, Shootschool or whatever they’re called…
Geoff Penzer: …Shootcamp…
Sunshine Tony: …can comfortably walking around MY company like they’re the bright future. I AM STILL THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE CONSTELLATION. I AM SUNSHINE!
Tony smiles while holding his arms out. After a few moments of booing, Tony looks back out to the crowd.
Sunshine Tony: There should be a parade going on right now for such an illustrious occasion! I mean, I left my hoes at home because I assumed management would fly some out on their own for me. Where is the champagne? Where are the hors d’oeuvres? I am amazed at the lack of professionalism and fanfare being shown here. Is…it that FGA is losing resources…oh no!
The Scandalous One holds his hand over it’s mouth before making a pouty face.
Sunshine Tony: Did big daddy Tony’s departure lose FGA some money? Do you want the Scandalous One to bring some revenue back into this place? Some mainstream exposure? You miss TMZ in the parking lots of these arenas before and after the shows just to get candids of yours truly? You miss the endorsement deals, the sponsorships? I wonder why? It’s because for as blue chipper as a Chandler Scott looks, outside of this wrestling ring HE IS NOTHING! Most of you are nothing without this ring. If all you want to be is a wrestler, fine. Stay in the high school gym. Stay at the rec centers. Stay working for hot dogs and peanuts. I worked too hard the last four years to make FGA stand out from the rest of the peanut and hot dog companies out there. Me and CINDY PARKERRRRRR put this place on the map. Facts. It wasn’t your darlings. It was us! I know what it takes to make it in the entertainment business as well as the wrestling business. If this show didn’t care about both, we wouldn’t be here tonight broadcasting from FX.
Tony winks at the camera.
Sunshine Tony: Don’t worry. For all of the loving fans who begged for my return.
Booing intensifies.
Sunshine Tony: For all of you peasants in the back who feel threatened by return. For Chandler Scott who wasn’t smart enough to see it coming…you’re welcome sweetie pie.
Sunshine Tony: …and SUCK MY DICK!
Tony drops the microphone as “Solarflare” resumes throughout the arena. The fans boo and throw their thumbs down at the Scandalous One walking up the ramp, blowing more kisses.
Geoff Penzer: What exactly does the return of Tony Carmine mean for the landscape of FGA, especially here on Flashpoint? Nevertheless, that’s just the start of what tonight has in store for you folks. Tonight, we are going to crown our inaugural United States Champion! In a single elimination tournament, eight grapplers will compete in one on one matches. Throughout the night we will have the first round, semifinals and in our main event: the final match, which will determine the first ever United States Champion. Let’s kick off the first round with two people who have been heavily involved in the situation brewing between Tony Carmine and Chandler Scott. Noelle Smith goes up against the man who’s been making her life a living hell, Ricky Valero, right after this!.
★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:06:24 GMT -5
Previously Recorded Fresh off a win in the Young Guns Cup, Kendall Kingham has just arrived to drop her rental car back off in Gothenburg, Sweden. She walks through the parking lot, beaming ear to ear as she records a video with her cell phone. Kendall Kingham: Hey peeps, it's me Kendall checking in from Sweden! I just got done with round one of the Young Guns Cup, won a tough two of three falls match against a really skilled dude and now it's almost back to the USA and the Flashpoint Zone!Her voice perks up in excitement as she utters that last line, which has become something of a catchphrase for her, even if nobody else is down with it. Kendall Kingham: Been a lot of tournaments for me lately, had the FLC, just competed in a tourney match here, and now I'm heading back for my second one night tourney in as many FGA shows, tryna kick off season 3 with a bang. A beat. Kendall Kingham: Well, I mean, there were matches in the FLC before Final Frontier, but you get the point. I would've had to do more than one match that night if I'd beaten Evan. Which I'm not gonna lie, that feeling after kinda sucked. Glad for him, but hearing all the 'you proved you belong' and all that didn't make me feel any less crappy about how I did, even if I did lose to a guy who's really good and won the whole thing. She shrugs as she continues walking. Kendall Kingham: At first I was like, man I gotta figure out how to put this behind me. Not being to move forward and uh, fight through a tough loss, that was a problem for me in the past. But then I went 'wait' and took a different approach and stuff. Decided I'm not gonna beat myself up, I gotta move forward, but I need to remember the mistakes I made so I can learn from them just like I need to remember what I did well here in Sweden. So I'm gonna be seeing if I can watch some matches back before Saturday, but more important I want to remember how good it feels to advance in a hard fought match and how crappy it feels to know you put on a great performance but it wasn't enough and I want to carry those forward into the ring with me. A short nod of her head. Kendall Kingham: Because I've got a really tough first round match with Savannah. The whole 'Heroes Never Die' thing mighta well ... died epicly since she got drafted to the Flashpoint Zone but she's really tough. Agile, good submission game, crafty, some of the strengths of the dude Vinny I just fought but also good in some of the areas I am. Pretty sure I'm gonna the underdog to people against her since she's a former Pride Champion and she got a round further in the FLC than me, but I don't expect her to take me lightly or look past me or see me that way. I think we're both kinda coming in from the same spot because we both got knocked out by the same guy, so we're both super hungry to get back on track and have a decent idea of where that next level we need to reach is. She stops as she approaches the entrance. Kendall Kingham: Still not gonna look ahead of her to who I could face after, but what I will do a little better job of this time is remembering that big picture of what we're fighting for means to me. Hungry as she is to be a Champion again, the chance to not just be the US Champion but the first ever one is something different to me. Because I don't know what it's like to hold a Championship, I've got a big empty section in that accomplishments part of my bio there. And it's not even about needing to fill that in, it's more like -- Kendall crinkles her nose as she tries to think of the right wording. Kendall Kingham: -- I need to know what that feels like. Like, to be a Champion to be a history maker you have to dig down deep and push yourself, right? And each time I go back to the gym or study film to push myself, I do it with the feeling that like, I've never found out just what I'm capable of. Like of how much I need to struggle, of how hard I need to work, how far I need to push my limits to be my absolute best. Don't get me wrong, I'm busting my butt, when I come up short it hurts. But like, when I'm in between matches I can't get rid of this big pit feeling in my stomach that says 'Yo Kendall, your life's kinda empty right now' not because I haven't accomplished enough, not because I haven't made enough money, but because I still haven't figured out just how far I can push myself. A deep breath. Kendall Kingham: And I don't think I can be satisfied until I find that out, that's what I'm fighting for. She flashes a peace sign and the video cuts out. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:06:39 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (1ST ROUND)
Noelle Smith vs. Ricky Valero “Amazing” by Kanye West hits, lifting the fans to their feet in a fit of rage. White and pink strobe lights start to flash throughout the arena. It's amazing I'm the reason Everybody fired up this evening I'm exhausted Barely breathing Holding on to what I believe in No matter what You'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see Ricky Valero emerges from the back amidst a cloud of fog. With that trademark smirk stretched across his face, he scans the arena with hubris. He puts his legs together, extends his arms outward, throws his head back and basks in the building’s negative energy. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the United States Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 227 pounds… RICKYYYY VAAAALERRROOOO!!! It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin', it's amazin' So amazin', so amazin', so amazin', it's amazin' (Let's go) He makes his way toward the ring intentionally ignoring the outstretched hands of front row fans along his route. He circles the ring, before reaching the far corner. Slowly he climbs up the steps and leans his back against the ropes, bouncing against them a few times with his arms wrapped over top of them before slipping into the ring. I'm a monster I'm a killer I know I'm wrong, yeah I'm a problem That'll never Ever be solved And no matter what You'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see Ricky spins around in the center of the ring with his arms extended out, absorbing the crowd's disdain. He walks towards the ropes on the far side of the ring and simply smiles. The music slowly quiets down as Ricky turns and leans against the ropes closest to the entranceway, awaiting his opponent. Geoff Penzer: Ricky Valero, Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes might have lost at Final Frontier. But they got the last laugh when El Stravito unmasked himself as Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine. All those months when we thought that Thy Kingdom Come were bullying Stravito, it was an entire setup orchestrated by Tony Carmine! Valero was in on it the whole time! Not only was Chandler Scott left lying unconscious at Final Frontier, but Valero once again got one over on Noelle Smith! “Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up. Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida… NOEEELLLLE SMITH! She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily. Geoff Penzer: You can bet that Noelle Smith is out for revenge after what happened at Final Frontier. Not only was she embarrassed by the “El Stravito” charade, but she was also humiliated by Valero after Bristow & Barnes tied her arms up in the ropes. Smith is dying to wipe that smirk right off of Valero’s face. The bell sounds as Smith runs across the ring and connects with a front dropkick, sending Valero flying backwards into the turnbuckles! After Valero crumbles from out of the corner, Smith steps out onto the apron, scales to the top rope, jumps off and takes a page out of Valero’s book by delivering Burying The Hatchet (diving double foot stomp)! The cheers continue as she picks up Valero, brings him towards the center of the ring and brings him down with Swing, Set, Match (swinging neckbreaker)! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . THREE! The crowd explodes with cheers when “Lose My Breath” blasts over the PA. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, NOELLE SMITH!!! The cheers continue as Smith gets her arm raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: Just! Like! That! Noelle Smith has beaten Rocky Valero in decisive fashion, advancing to the Semifinals of the United States Championship Tournament! That win has to feel good after all the months of garbage she had to put up from Valero! |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:06:53 GMT -5
Switching gears, the camera opens up in the backstage area of the sold out XCel Energy Center. Immediately coming into focus is the trademark FGA lions head, with the red Flashpoint banner hung right underneath it. Standing off to the side is Flashpoint wrestler Savannah Taylor. Dressed to compete with her black and white robe covering her gear, she has her arms slightly folded as she glances off of the other side. Savannah Taylor: Tonight is a night of new beginnings. Tonight we will see the crowning of the first ever FGA United States champion. Knowing that you are one of the chosen few selected to compete in this one night tournament, that has to be a huge honor. Not to mention putting a huge amount of pressure to make it past some of the best that Flashpoint has to offer. The Las Vegas native pauses for a second before the camera turns to her other side. Where Flashpoint interviewer Amanda Johnson is shown with a microphone in her hand. Savannah Taylor: Was that how you were going to get this show on the road? Was I at least in the correct ballpark? Amanda Johnson: Well….. Savannah Taylor: I knew it. Not only are you beyond predictable, but I proved I can do your job better than you can. But, since you ARE here, out with it. Ask me anything regarding tonight. Amanda swallows a bit. Amanda Johnson: Your first round opponent is hoping to make a name for herself in just a few minutes. Savannah holds her hand up to stop Amanda from speaking any further. Savannah Taylor: Stop. Just…..stop. You were about to insinuate that Kendall was looking to make a name for herself at my expense, weren’t you? Here is a hint for you and everyone else…….that isn’t happening. The only thing that Kendal Kingham is going to get tonight is a lesson in what swimming with the sharks is about. Now I get that Kendall is young…. Amanda Johnson: She’s only four years younger than you. This draws a glare from Savannah. Savannah Taylor: AS I WAS SAYING….I get that she is young and wants to do big things in wrestling. Hell, if you don’t have your sights set on the top, you are in the wrong profession. But I will be damned if I am her stepping stone to fame and fortune. I’ve worked for too long to get where I am today to let some little girl pretending to be a wrestler stop my rise to the top. But hey, all isn’t exactly lost for Kendall. Amanda Johnson: It isn’t? Savannah Taylor: Not at all. See, WHEN she fails in this tournament, she can always put herself in contention to face NEON for the Fifteen championship. It’s more her speed anyway. Amanda Johnson: Looking ahead, the field only gets more intense. You have journeyman Mark Storm… Savannah Taylor: Beat him. Amanda Johnson: Former tag team champion Dan Herrera… Savannah Taylor: Beat him. Amanda Johnson: Noelle Smith and probably the odds on favorite, Brian Stryker. The final name that came from Amanda’s mouth caused Savannah to smirk slightly. Savannah Taylor: I’m not surprised that people are quick to label Stryker as the favorite. I mean, he’s ONLY the winningest Fifteen champion in history. He’s only the first one to cash in for a Pride championship match. He’s only the one who failed miserably in his quest to become Pride champion. But that was then and this is now. What is that tired cliche? New year, new me? I don’t care what kind of middle school gym class motivational posters that Brian Stryker has on his walls. He and i WILL meet in the finals and it will be just like the last time we met. It will end with my hand raised in victory and him looking up at the lights, wondering just how badly he messed up. This is MY championship, and there isn’t a person alive and walking this Earth that is going to take this moment away from me. Savannah gives one final look at Amanda before she flips her hood up, covering her blond tresses. Amanda stands ther watching her walk away as the cameras shift focus elsewhere. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:07:08 GMT -5
"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; There’s a chorus of boo’s that commence, echoing 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 boos of the audience. Geoff Penzer: Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm has been rubbing people off the wrong way over the last couple of months, with a new found attitude and perspective of the ways things are operating here on Flashpoint. 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." Geoff Penzer: He’s been relentlessly vocal claiming that for the majority of 2017 he was pushed to the side in favor of other talent. But enough is enough, and Storm has since decided to turn on the fans, calling them hypocrites because whilst they cheered him on and supported him for several months - they supposedly preferred the other talent that was ‘pushed ahead’ of him. 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 cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring. Storm grabs a microphone from one of the crew on the outside. Walking over to the centre of the ring, Storm remains calm and composed - despite the volume in the arena picking up a little. He licks his dry lips, and waits patiently for the thunderous boos to die down. But they don’t. Mark Storm: Your Hero, and Mine. Boo’s continue to rain down on Storm, who smiles arrogantly. He soaks it in, spreading out his arms and nodding his head in approval of the crowds reaction. Mark Storm: Go on, go ahead. Show me who you really are! Every single one of you in this arena, pathetic. A couple months back you were cheering my name! But turns out, that was all pseudo. That was all fake! Now you’re showing me who you really are! Scum. He runs his fingers through the his newly shaven hair. A new look for Your Hero and Mine, who isn’t prepared to talk whilst the arena is still reverberating with jeers. Mark Storm: Scum, you may be. But even you, the scum of the world deserve your first ever Frontier Grappling Arts United States Champion, to be someone who can elevate that title, to the top. And that someone, is me. But apparently Hadley Herrera doesn’t think it should be. No, she’s played the favoritism card once again and shown clear bias by booking her blood, her relative, against me. Dan Herrera. Someone who once meant something but has since become irrelevant. Someone who doesn’t deserve to be in contention for the United States title. Someone who’s repeatedly been carried around by the likes of Cordy Stevenson and Peaches. And it makes me wonder… when was the last time Dan Herrera did anything by himself? A wave of “oo’s” follow from the crowd at Storm’s remark. Mark Storm: The thing is about Dan Herrera is that he’s co-dependent. He can’t do anything without someone else holding his hand. He’s had his held since he first step foot into this company and hasn’t let go since. But he calls himself “The Man”... “The Boss” but I don’t see why. All I see… is the bitch. Another wave of oo’s echo from the crowd. Mark Storm: The bitch who’s been leaching off the coattails of others and using their strength to his advantage! You’ve created quite the tag team portfolio for yourself Dan but that’s all you have. For all the years that you’ve been here, that’s all you have to show. And now you’re getting a shot at the United States title? Where the hell did that come from? Oh yeah… your sister, who just happens to be the general manager. I’m a lot of things, Dan. I’m your hero. And I’m also mine. But there’s one thing I’m not, and that’s a kiss ass. You on the other hand, you kissed some serious ass to get yourself into this tournament. ...Spoken...
"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!" When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out onto the top of the ramp to the cheers of the crowd in attendance. Many of them happy to see him, hopefully to stop this tirade by Mark Storm from continuing any further. Dan rubs his bald head, smirking as he pulls a microphone out from the back of his pants. He lets the audience continue to cheer as he walks back and forth for a second. Mark Storm looks visibly annoyed but Dan doesn’t bother speeding things up, only hoping to annoy him further. My knuckles have turned to white.
There's no turning back tonight.
Kiss me one last time Dan looks back towards the sound staging area of the ramp and nods to the entrance man. "Dangerous Business Since 1979" fades out and Dan looks down the ramp, the amused look on his face completely wiped away now. He points down the ramp at Mark Storm now. Dan Herrera: I understand that you think you know what you’re doing Mark. But you don’t. You have no idea. You come out here spouting off at the mouth about both me and my half-sister as if you have any idea of what goes on in her head feeling as though you know the consequences of your actions. But I’m telling you Mark, you have no idea. You’ve put yourself in line for one hell of a beating and it all could have been avoided if you’d just shut your mouth and come to the ring and /TRIED/ to take what you think you so deserve. Dan cuts his death stare off from Storm down in the ring, letting his finger down in the process. He takes a few steps back and forth looking down to the metal grating of the ramp for a second before continuing. Dan Herrera: You see, you and I have never faced. So I’m going to give you a little bit of leeway here. But believe me, you don’t deserve it. You want to talk about my history. You want to talk about me not meeting expectations in my time in FGA. Well let me tell you a little bit about history, son. I’ve been here a long damn time and so have a few others. So let’s go ahead and name some of them off shall we? Chris Bond. Dom Harter. Chandler Scott. Jimmy Page. Johnny “FGA World Champion” Karma. You notice anything about all those names? All have been champions in this company. All have fought their hearts out for this company over a very long period of time. And you know what gets you this far in your career in one place? Grit. Strength. Determination…. Dan pauses for emphasis. Dan Herrera: Skill. I’m so tired of that played out line of thinking that I somehow have my hand held through my career. If that were true, anyone and everyone you seem to think did so would still be here fighting instead of me. I’d be the one at home on my couch watching this broadcast. I’d be the one in another company going where I was paid to fight people I felt were more on my level. But no, I’m here in FGA with the best in the world fighting my ass off every show and winning championships and accolades. Not that the credit belongs to only myself, but I’m damn sure not being carried or babied by anyone on this roster or behind the scenes. Dan looks around at the crowd for a moment, a small smile cracking his rough demeanor for a second as he hears cheers breaking out. Just as fast his face goes back to it’s stonewall state. Dan Herrera: Have I had all the success in my career here as some of the other names I’ve mentioned? … Not really. But some of those names were built on big wins fighting against me. You do understand that I’ve stood where you have not and regardless of win or loss, I earned that right to stand there because I’m one hell of a wrestler. The type of wrestler that doesn’t take too kindly to being called a… Dan air quotes as he speaks. Dan Herrera: “Bitch”. The truth is, you sound scared. You’re out here talking about what should be yours in this US Championship tournament but all you can talk about is Dan Herrera. Nevermind the fact that I’m the one in your immediate way. But you talk about how I don’t deserve this. You say I’ve never done anything in my career. Yet here you are so worried about why Hadley would put me in this match instead of focused on winning it. And it’s plain as day to see why exactly that is Mark. Dan is staring down the ramp once again at Mark Storm. He puts a hand on his bald head and pulls it to the side cracking his neck. Switching hands with his microphone, he cracks his neck to the other side before point back down the ramp at Mark Storm. Dan Herrera: You know damn well why I’m in this tournament. You know damn well I’m every bit the competitor that you wish to discredit me from being. And you know that putting me in your path put a roadblock in front of you that you very well may not be up to getting through. You’re not mad I’m in this tournament. You’re mad that you didn’t get an easier route than “The Boss”. Well if you weren’t scared before you damn well better be now. Because you poked the bear and now the bear’s gonna maul you. You can stand there and keep spouting off at the mouth about me Storm, but I’ve got all the fuel I need to make sure you don’t walk out of this arena victorious tonight. I’ll see you later tonight… With that, Dan walks over handing his microphone to the entrance man. As Storm stands in the middle of the ring shaking his head with a smirk on his face. The camera heads back to another part of the arena as the feed turns black. |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:07:23 GMT -5
The view switches to backstage with a smiling Amanda Johnson standing in front of a Flashpoint backdrop.
Amanda Johnson: Frontier Grappling Arts and the Flashpoint brand are always looking to add new talent, and we have recently signed a wrestling coming off a year-and-a-half hiatus. He will be familiar to anyone who remembers the now-defunct companies Visionaries of Wrestling, New Edge Wrestling, or Total Extreme Wrestling. It is my pleasure to introduce Patrick Jones.
Jones casually steps into view wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and plain light grey t-shirt with an appreciative smile and nod towards Amanda then reaches out to gently move the microphone towards his own mouth.
Patrick Jones: Thank you for the introduction…and reminder that nowhere I have competed is still in business.
The jovial tone shows that PJ has not taken offense and is actually amused by the factoid.
Amanda Johnson: Luckily, FGA has been operating since 2011, so you should be safe from having another unemployment issue due to your employer going out of business. Was that part of why you chose FGA when you decided to get back into wrestling?
Patrick Jones: Absolutely. Anyone who knows my history knows that I don’t tend to work for more than one company at a time, and I don’t tend to jump from company to company. My goal was to find a place that I could trust as steady employment and that treats their wrestlers fairly. I actually reached out to some people I’ve worked with in the past who are still competing to see how their current situations are. FGA was one of the first names mentioned.
Amanda nods along as Patrick explains his decision before moving right on to the more important question.
Amanda Johnson: Of course, those of us here already know how good of a company FGA is and how well-run Flashpoint specifically is, but what should our viewers who are seeing you for the first time know?
PJ pauses and looks into the camera for a moment while he contemplates the question. Then he turns back towards the interviewer with a playful grin.
Patrick Jones: I could run through any number of clichés about heart, determination, integrity, or whatever, but it’s simpler than that. What you see is what you get when it comes to me. I didn’t dress up...
Jones motions at his simple attire.
Patrick Jones: Not out of disrespect or anything like that but just because I’m not fancy or flashy. When I get in the ring, don’t expect to see a ton of high flying flips or convoluted maneuvers. I guess that’s the best way to describe me. Simple…with strong ideas about right and wrong.
The inclusion of his moral ideals causes PJ’s eyes to take on a steelier look even with the smile on his face.
Amanda Johnson: I think I speak for many of our fans when I say that I cannot wait to see what you can do in the ring. Thank you for your time and welcome to Flashpoint.
Jones acknowledges her with a nod again as he turns and walks back out of view.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:07:41 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (1ST ROUND)
Savannah Taylor vs. Kendall Kingham 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: The following contest is schedule for one fall and it is a first round match in the United States Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan, New York… KENDAAAAALL KIIIINGHAAAAAM!!! 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: Kendall Kingham gave eventual Frontier Lions Cup winner Evan Envi a run for his money in the Quarterfinals. But she came up short, bringing her winning streak to an end. But if there were ever a night to start up a new winning streak, now would be the time. Kingham’s got all the tools to win this tournament. But can she put it all together over the course of one evening? 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…. SAAAVANNAAAH TAAAAAYLOOORRRR!!! 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: Another grappler capable of winning this tournament is Savannah Taylor. Taylor also lost to eventual winner Evan Envi in the Semifinals of the Frontier Lions Cup. Taylor knows how to win championships. She’s a former Pride Champion and she held that belt for most of the summer. A popular talking point over the past two years is that Taylor couldn’t win the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Then it was that she couldn’t hang onto the Pride Championship without interference from Heroes Never Die. Final Frontier didn’t result in her desired outcome. But tonight is a chance for her to redeem herself, just like the grappler standing across the ring from her. This should be a good one! The bell sounds as Taylor offers a handshake to start things off. Kingham is taken aback by the gesture. She goes to shake Taylor’s hand when she quickly hears boos coming from the crowd. A confused Kingham turns to the crowd and points at Taylor, which gets even more boos from the crowd. When Kingham turns back to Taylor, the Las Vegas Siren motions to forget about the crowd. Taylor puts her hand out and offers up another handshake. Kingham looks down at the hand, then back up at Taylor’s face. Kingham takes a deep breath before slowly inching her way over towards Taylor. She reaches out… and shakes Taylor’s hand. Taylor smirks before kicking Kingham in the midsection. The boos continue as Taylor delivers clubbing strikes across the back. She then takes Kingham, runs and tosses her over the top rope. After Kingham pulls herself up on the apron, Taylor runs over and connects with a yakuza kick, knocking Kingham off the apron and to the floor. Geoff Penzer: The naivete of Kingham was on display there. She should have known better than to trust the likes of Savannah Taylor! Taylor drops down to the mat before rolling to the outside. She pulls up Kingham before slamming her face-first onto the apron. After shoving Kingham back inside, Taylor rolls back in and puts the boots to Kingham. She then pulls Kingham up, moves her into the near ropes and delivers three stinging chops to the chest. Taylor takes Kingham by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. But Kingham reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Taylor returns, the crowd cheers when Kingham throws her down with a japanese arm drag. The cheers continue when Kingham delivers two more japanese arm drags before transitioning into an arm bar. The ref gets down and asks Taylor if she wants to give up. But the Las Vegas Siren refuses. After battling back to her feet, she moves Kingham into the ropes before shoving her off into the far ropes. When Kingham returns, she slides between Taylor’s legs. When Taylor turns around, Kingham grabs her by the wrist and delivers an arm wrench. Kingham then delivers two more arm wrenches before sending Taylor shoulder-first to the canvas with an arm wringer. Kingham drops down, pulls over Taylor and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Taylor kicks out. Kingham picks up Taylor, delivers another arm wrench and transitions into a hammerlock. The hold doesn’t stay on for long as Taylor uses her free arm to nail Kingham with a back elbow to the face. Once she’s free, Taylor runs forward into the ropes. When Taylor returns, she goes for another yakuza kick. But this time, Kingham catches her foot. After swinging Taylor’s leg away from her, she grabs Taylor from behind and delivers a hammerlock belly to back suplex. The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Taylor kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall from Kingham. She didn’t get the one two three. But she did get to apply more damage to the arm of Taylor. Kingham picks up Taylor and whips her into the ropes. She then runs into the corner and connects with a European Uppercut. After throwing Taylor out of the corner with a hip toss, Kingham hoists herself up onto the middle ropes before raising her arms up and down to fire up the crowd. Once Taylor returns to her feet and turns around, Kingham knocks her down with a diving European Uppercut! The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor kicks out. Kingham picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses, sending Kingham into the ropes. When Kingham returns, she sees Taylor setting up for a back body drop. So Kingham counters with a single arm DDT. She then steps onto the back of Taylor’s thighs, reaches down to grab her wrists and rocks back and forth before pulling Taylor into a Mexican Surfboard! The crowd cheers while Taylor howls in pain. The ref asks Taylor if she wants to give up. When she refuses, Kingham applies even more pressure. Kingham continues to keep the hold applied until she shifts Taylor down, pulling her shoulders to the mat for a pin… ONE!
. . TWO!
. . TH-NO! Taylor slips out. After both grapplers return to their feet, Kingham rushes at Taylor. The Las Vegas Siren then takes Kingham and tosses her through the ropes. Instead of falling to the floor, Kingham lands safely on the apron. When Taylor turns around, Kingham goes for a slingshot spear. But Taylor counters with a DDT! The boos continue as she pushes Kingham over and makes the cover. Geoff Penzer: Taylor with one hell of a counter! This could be it right here! ONE! . . TWO! . . Kingham gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Kingham and delivers three knee strikes to the midsection before knocking her down with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Kingham gets her shoulder up. Taylor pulls up Kingham and whips her hard into the corner before running into an adjacent set of ropes. As Kingham staggers out of the corner, Taylor catches her on the rebound and brings her down with a running bulldog. The boos continue as she pushes over Kingham and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Kingham gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Kingham and goes for an irish whip. The crowd cheers when Kingham reverses and sends Taylor into the ropes. When Taylor returns, Kingham goes for a back body drop. But Taylor slips down from behind, spins Kingham around towards her and blasts her with the Ultimecia (spinning backfist)! While Kingham is dazed, Taylor turns her around, grabs her from behind and brings her down with Blonde Ambition (forward russian legsweep)! Instead of going for the corner, Taylor heads into the corner and waves up Kingham. As Kingham slowly begins to pick herself up off the mat, Taylor runs from out of the corner, leaps up and drives her down with a curb stomp! The boos continue as she pulls Kingham over and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . THR-NO! The crowd cheers when Kingham gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Kingham’s not out of it just yet! Taylor picks up Kingham and whips her into the corner. After running into the corner and blasting her with a yakuza kick, Taylor turns the dazed Kingham around before sitting her down on the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. She then steps out onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. She goes for Welcome to Sin City (Avalanche Shiranui) when Kingham fights her way out of it. She then slips out, stands up on the top ropes, grabs Taylor and delivers an avalanche German Suplex! Taylor rotates throw the air and lands stomach-first on the mat! Geoff Penzer: Taylor’s down! Taylor’s down! Savannah Taylor is down after a huge avalanche German Suplex from Kendall Kingham! My Goodness what a move! With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Both grapplers slowly return to their feet. Taylor nails Kingham with a right hand. Kendall responds with a punch of her own. Taylor delivers another right hand. Kingham responds with another punch of her own. Taylor throws out another right hand. But Kingham blocks and counters with a punch of her own. She the cuts Taylor off and delivers another punch. Kingham goes to throw another punch when Taylor blocks. She then counters with a punch of her own. The boos continue as Taylor throws out the Ultimecia. This time, Kingham ducks. When Taylor turns around, Kingham nails her with three European Uppercuts before knocking her down with a discus European Uppercut. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . TH-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Kingham picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses. Kingham is sent towards the ropes. But instead of bouncing into the ropes and coming back, Kingham knocks Taylor down with a springboard European Uppercut! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Kingham picks up Taylor and lifts her up over her shoulders. She then turns and brings Taylor down with a canadian backbreaker drop. After Taylor bounces off of Kingham’s shoulders, Kingham steps out onto the apron and waves her arms up and down to hype up the crowd. Once Taylor returns to her feet and turns around, Kingham tackles her down with a slingshot spear! She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . THRE-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Close call for the former Pride Champion. Kingham pulls up Taylor, places her in a Thai Plum and delivers short range elbows, knees and uppercuts to the head. While Taylor is rocked, Kingham pulls back before throwing out a Samoan Spike. At the last second, Taylor reaches out and grabs Kingham’s wrist with both hands. Taylor keeps Kingham’s hand held back until Kingham doubles her over with a boot to the midsection and follows up with a double knee armbreaker. Kingham then brings Taylor back to her feet before knocking her back down with a Samoan Spike! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Kingham heads into the corner and waits for Taylor to get up. Kingham looking for the Knee Trembler. The FGA newcomer begins to move around anxiously while Taylor tries to get back to her feet. Instead of returning to a vertical base, Taylor rolls to the outside. The crowd boos as Taylor slams the brakes on the match. But the boos soon turn to cheers when Kingham rolls to the outside. Taylor does a double take and sees Kingham approaching from behind. So she takes off around the ring. But Kingham is hot on her trail. After lapping the ring, Taylor rolls back inside. After Kingham climbs up onto the apron, she goes to step through the ropes when Taylor lunges forward, grabs her and brings her down with The Gamble (corkscrew neckbreaker)! The boos continue as Taylor pulls up Kingham, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster. She then turns over, pulls Kingham back to her feet and plants her again. This time, with the Siren’s Song (Scissored DDT)! The boos continue as 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 as Taylor gets her arm raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor looked like she was seconds away from losing this match. She then did the smart thing and rolled to the outside. She knew that Kingham would follow her around the ring. The Las Vegas Siren laid her trap and unfortunately for Kingham, she fell right into it. Savannah Taylor advances to the Semifinals! |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:07:59 GMT -5
Sitting on a bench by himself in the locker room, Robbie Black has his head down and hands together, he sighs heavily before leaning back against the set of lockers. He’s in deep thought, perhaps reflecting over his loss that came at Final Frontier to Mark Storm. Though valiant and honorable in battle, it wasn’t enough to put away the self proclaimed “Hero”. Robbie Black: Damn. He said, burying his head in his hands and leaning forward. Robbie Black: I’m not angry. I’m not mad, either. I’m just … He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Robbie Black: Disappointed. Allowing himself to breath, he looked back up and offered a glum face to the camera, trying to smile but he couldn’t allow himself to do so. Just then the door of the locker room opens and in walk Triple T. He sits down on the bench next to Black seemingly ignoring him and the camera. Suddenly he looks up. Terrence Tillman: Oh my bad bro I didn’t know you were doing something here. I’m just getting ready for tonight. Lord knows I need to do something. I’m back to square one again. Not where I expected to be at the end of 2017. It’s...disappointing...you know? Robbie Black: Nah it’s good man. I’m literally on the same boat. I don’t even know why I’m here tonight, I ain’t even got a match. He chuckled ever so slightly, but quickly returned to a face of glum. Terrence Tillman: Heh, me neither. I’m sorry man, I’ve been so focused on myself I don’t think we have ever fully met. You’re Robbie Black right? I remember when you signed with LDFC. You’re pretty good my man. Robbie Black: Yeah man, I was there with you… Peaches, Shintaro… seems like you guys got out the otherside a little more lucky than I did. Terrence Tillman: It would look that way, but here we are...together...hating our current position. It’s not always about what you’ve done. It’s about what you’ve done lately. But I’ve watched you man. You are damn good in the ring. I'm’ a fan of your work out there. Robbie Black: Yeah man, I’ve always been a fan of yours too, seriously man! Terrence Tillman: I appreciate that man. Especially right now with the way I’m feeling. But real talk. Living in the past aint’ the way to be. If this is going to be your year you have to claim it right now. That’s what I have to do...and that what you have to do. Nodding his head, Robbie thought for a couple of seconds. Robbie Black: Yeah man… I guess you’re right. And you know what… it is going to be my year, and yours - I believe that too. Thanks for the kind words man, it’s appreciated! He rose from his seated position and so did Tillman, with the two embrace each other with a fist bump, nodding their heads at one another. Black then made his way out of the locker room, the doom and gloom all seemed to have oozed out of him after that pep talk and he had new hope again. The scene faded to black gradually with the last shot being of Tillman, also looking a lot happier than earlier. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:08:23 GMT -5
Backstage Amanda Johnson is seen walking into the garage of the arena where Brian Stryker has been stationed for most of the show so far. He is sitting on the hood of his own car as he glares at the ramp down into the building as if waiting for someone. Amanda taps him on his shoulder as Brian looks over at her from the side of his eyes.
Amanda Johnson: Brian? A word?
Brian Stryker: Yes?
Amanda Johnson: Well the first obvious question. Why are you back here in the garage?
Brian Stryker: That’s a simple answer. I’m waiting for someone.
Amanda Johnson: Who?
Brian Stryker: Julian Tijerina.
Amanda Johnson: And why is that?
Brian Stryker: Well since he was so “gracious” to welcome me back to Vertigo by jumping me and ruining my chances at winning the Pride title cause he’s a little bitch who can’t do it face to face, thought I’d welcome him to Flashpoint personally. You know, to show him we’re gonna have SO much fun together here.
Brian looks at his watch and shakes his head.
Brian Stryker: Bitch ass doesn’t even have the balls to show up. Figures.
Brian hops off the hood of the car shaking his head.
Amanda Johnson: What about tonight? There’s a tournament to crown the first US champ in Flashpoint history and you are facing BROOKFORD. What are your thoughts on being involved in a historic night?
Brian Stryker: Frankly? I earned it. I’m proud to be given a chance to be the first US champion and let’s be honest, I’m gonna win it all. And when I do the US title will be better than the pride. It’ll be better than the Mid-Atlantic and why’s that? Because I’m gonna be the first champion. And this isn’t me being the conceited man I can be. Now this is a fact. Me holding that title would be the best thing for it. All you have to do is look at what I did for the 15 championship. I made that title worth something. I put my heart and soul in that belt and made it a piece of gold that’s worth holding and carrying. And when I win the US title? I plan to make America Dad Again.
Amanda Johnson: Speaking of the 15 title, how do you feel about the person to carry the title after you? Neon?
Brian stops as he exhales a bit and rubs his head.
Brian Stryker: Not thrilled to be real. Look Neon, while capable as a wrestler, also doesn’t have the best track record. I don’t want my legacy left in that title and the title itself tarnished just when it’s picking up steam. Let’s just say if I have to, I’m willing to reclaim my gold and having to start from scratch on bringing that prestige back to the title. Cause we all know no one can do it quite like me. Now if you excuse me, I got a match to prepare for.
He looks back at the entrance ramp to the garage and shakes his head. He walks past Amanda muttering something about “Little bitch ass is a coward.” Amanda taps the mic against the hand a few times as the camera fades out.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:08:41 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (1ST ROUND)
Mark Storm vs. Dan Herrera ...Spoken...
"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!" When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches! Weighing in at 200 pounds… DAAAAAN HERRRREEEERRAAAAA!!! My knuckles have turned to white.
There's no turning back tonight.
Kiss me one last time As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin. Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm had some strong words for Dan Herrera early tonight. You can bet that the Bossman, nor GM Hadley Herrera, were thrilled with Storm’s comments. Storm’s coming off a win after a competitive match with Robbie Black at Final Frontier. But Herrera isn’t in the mood for his games, especially after coming up short in the World Tag Team Championship match. "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: And his opponent, from New York, Brooklyn! Weighing in at 225 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: The career of this well-traveled vet is once again on the upswing. Storm and his fellow Dogs of War have been wildly successful in recent weeks and months. Storm is trying to replicate that same success here in FGA. Three wins here tonight will notch him his first championship in FGA. Storm and Herrera circle the ring as soon as the bell sounds. The two grapplers make their way towards the center of the ring. They motion for a lockup until Storm turns his head away from Herrera and holds his hand up at him. The boos continue when Storm turns his head back to Herrera and turns his hand into a finger gun. Storm smirks at Herrera until Herrera quickly grabs him by the wrist and performs an arm wrench. The cheers continue when Herrera performs another arm wrench before repeatedly yanking on the arm. Storm is brought down to a knee. After returning to a vertical base, he rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of his own. But he’s quickly met with a straight punch to the face. Herrera then turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he runs over Storm with a running shoulder block. Geoff Penzer: Herrera just ran right through Storm! Herrera reaches down, picks up Storm and whips him into the corner. Herrera rushes in to attack. But he gets countered by a back elbow to the face. Storm then turns and goes for a springboard moonsault into a sitout inverted DDT. But Herrera catches him across his shoulder. The crowd cheers as Herrera turns and goes for a running powerslam out of the corner. But Storm is able to slip down and push Herrera off into the ropes. When Herrera returns, Storm brings him down with a japanese arm drag and transitions into an arm bar. The boos continue while Storm taunts Herrera. The ref kneels down and asks Herrera if he wants to give up. But he refuses. He then turns over, battles back to a vertical base and moves Storm over into the ropes. While Storm is pushed up against the ropes, the ref heads over and gives both grapplers until a count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… As soon as Storm lets go, Herrera grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Herrera throws him down with a back body drop. Storm returns to his feet, only to get returned to the mat with a lariat. After receiving another lariat, Storm gets doubled over with a kick to the midsection. Herrera then lifts him up and holds him in place before falling back to deliver a vertical suplex. The cheers continue as Herrera turns over and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Storm kicks out. Herrera picks up Storm, moves him into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then brings Storm from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Herrera throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He hooks the leg… ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Storm gets his shoulder up. Herrera picks up, places him in a front facelock, turns and brings him down with a hangman’s neckbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Storm gets his shoulder up. After delivering a russian leg sweep, Herrera turns and heads into the ropes. When he comes back, he goes for a leg drop. But Storm rolls out of the way. After Herrera turns over and gets back to his feet, Storm doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection. He then hooks both of Herrera’s arms before delivering a butterfly suplex into an armbar. The crowd boos as Storm tries to hyperextending the arm. Luckily for Herrera, he’s right near the ropes. So he scoots himself over and puts his right foot on the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Storm breaks the hold. He brings Herrera back to his feet and wrenches the arm before sending him into the ropes with an irish whip. When Herrera returns, Storm brings him down with a hip toss. He then carthweels over, claps his hands and nails Herrera in the face with a basement dropkick. The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Herrera gets his shoulder up. Storm brings Herrera back to his feet and hits him with repeated high kicks to the chest before going for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Storm into the ropes. When Storm returns, Herrera sets up for a back body drop. Storm sees it coming, so he easily hurdles over Herrera. When Herrera stands back up and turns around, he gets caught with a pelé kick. While Herrera is dazed, Storm returns to his feet and rushes back into the ropes. When Storm returns, he goes for an open palm strike. But Herrera ducks and counters with a Samoan Drop. The cheers continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Herrera cut off Storm’s momentum with that Samoan Drop, but it only gets two. One of these two grapplers will go on to the Semifinals, where Savannah Taylor awaits... Herrera picks up Storm, delivers an irish whip, follows Storm into the corner and connects with a running clothesline. He then takes Storm, whips him across the ring, follows him into the opposite corner and connects with another running clothesline. Herrera follows up with multiple shoulder thrusts to the midsection before delivering a Tornado DDT. He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Herrera picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Herrera doubles him over with a punch to the midsection. He then lifts him up from the side before throwing him down with the Final Word (pumphandle slam)! The cheers continue as he drops down and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Herrera picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Herrera throws out a lariat. But Storm ducks and runs into the far ropes. Upon Storm’s return, Herrera throws out a discus elbow strike. But again, Storm is able to duck before continuing to run the ropes. When Storm comes back, the crowd cheers when Herrera takes him down with a spinning heel kick. He then steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once Storm gets back to his feet and turns around, Herrera stands up on the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks him down with a missile dropkick! He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: The high risk connects, but it doesn't get the win as Storm gets his shoulder up just in time! Herrera picks up Storm, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning him around and sitting him down on the top turnbuckle, Herrera goes to lift him up for the Walking Papers (Muscle Buster). But Storm hangs onto the ropes. Herrera repeatedly tries to yank Storm off the top turnbuckle. But Storm hangs on for dear life. After Herrera lets go of Storm, Storm nails him with a front kick to the face. He follows up with another front kick that knocks Herrera back. He then slips down to the canvas before charging over and throwing out a big boot. But Herrera catches his foot. The crowd cheers as Herrera shakes her head at Storm before swinging his leg away from him. He then quickly grabs Storm from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Storm’s able to roll over Herrera’s shoulder and land on his feet. When Herrera turns around, Storm hits him with two alternating palm strikes, then a shoot kick to the thigh, then a spinning back fist, followed by a discus clothesline that knocks Herrera down! He then brings Herrera back to his feet, lifts him up onto his shoulders, hoists Herrera up even higher and then throws him down with an elevated sitout powerbomb! ONE! . . TWO!
. . TH-NO! Herrera gets his shoulder up. Storm heads into the corner before giving Herrera a finger gun taunt. As Herrera returns to his feet and turns around, Storm runs out of the corner and cracks him in the face with a bicycle knee. A dazed Herrera drops down to a knee while Storm runs into the ropes. When he returns, he blasts Herrera in the back of the head with another running bicycle knee! The boos continue as Storm reaches down, slowly peels him off the mat and turns him around before scooping him up across his shoulders. Storm then heads to the center of the ring before delivers the Dystopia (GTS). He makes the cover. ONE!
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. . THREE! The crowd boos when “Short Change Hero” hits the speakers. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, MARK STORM! The boos continue as Storm gets his arm raised. Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm advances after defeated Dan Herrera in what was a hot first round matchup. Storm was just the better man here tonight. Peaches heads into the ring and slowly helps Herrera to his feet. Storm stops celebrating for a moment and heads over to Herrera. Both men stare each other down before Storm extends his hand for a handshake. Herrera looks down at the hand, then back up at Storm’s face. He shakes his head from side to side before smacking Storm's hand away from him. The crowd cheers at Herrera’s refusal to shake hands with Storm. Storm just smirks before turning his offered hand into a finger gun. He points it square at Herrera’s face… only to slowly turn to is right and aim at Peaches! Peaches gives him a confused looked. But things become clear when Liam Richardson III slides in, hooks Peaches’ from behind and throws her down with a release tiger suplex! Geoff Penzer: What the hell! That’s Liam Richardson the Third! What is he doing here!? He was drafted months ago, but he’s never appeared in the ring until just now! Herrera goes to attack Richardson when Storm turns Herrera back towards him, lifts him upside down and plants him with a Tombstone Piledriver! Richardson picks up Peaches, scoops her up across his shoulders, runs forward and delivers a fireman’s carry slam. He then springboards onto the middle ropes before flipping back and connecting with a moonsault. Richardson then reaches down, peels Peaches from off the canvas and holds her in place. While Richardson continues to keep Peaches held in the air, Storm picks up Herrera and lifts him up across his shoulders before delivering the Dystopia! Richardson soon follows, planting Peaches with Four Our Majesty! (modified brainbuster). The crowd erupts with boos as the two men stand tall over Peaches and Herrera... ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:08:58 GMT -5
‘Lik Down’ hits the PA and the crowd immerses itself in a chorus of boos as the new FGA 15 Champion makes her way out holding her title loosely around her right arm, which is outstretched and she looks around with her signature glare. She walks down the ramp soaking in the response from the crowd, breathing in and exhaling as she does so. She climbs into the ring and motions for a microphone to be handed to her and one of the ringside assistants reciprocates this.
The music stops but she lingers for a moment letting the crowd continue their reaction before lifting the microphone to her mouth;
NEON: “Wow, it feels really good inside to listen out and hear all the praise and the joy in the audience and amongst my peers, all happy to see the Queen of Mean finally take her place; fulfil her self-fulfilling prophecy - I am a CHAMPION.”
NEON ferns an emotional response before reverting back to her usual arrogant demeanour, biting her lip as she does so;
NEON: “All I have to say is. . . I told you so.”
NEON laughs, pointing in the direction of particular fans who seem particularly upset with the statement;
NEON: “I have been around for a few years on and off to varying degrees of success, all with it’s heavy share of hate and disbelief but I listened to the only person who mattered and that is ME.”
NEON: “. . . and now, look at me. What a vision. I bet everybody didn’t see it coming too and it feels really sweet to be able to wave this in the face of everybody who told me I wasn’t going to get here and now they really really know that NEON is that bitch.”
NEON raises her Championship high in the air and walks around the ring waving it in front of all the fans, shouting ‘I told you so’ at them as she does so;
NEON: “Now as I coast here comfortably on my little champion’s perch looking down upon all those people who mocked me and said it was laughable that I said that this was going to happen - people seriously still have the nerve and the balls to feed interviewers with lies and slander and even more negative comments.”
NEON scoffs and starts speaking in a sarcastic tone;
NEON: “They say that all I’ll do is taint the legacy of the 15 Championship and that when they held it, it was held in such high regard and how much better of a champion they were than me.”
As she speaks she waves her arms but she stops and a single finger flies up to motion for the audience to pause;
NEON: “Those are the kind of statements that are where the people should really be pointing and laughing. Rest assured that now NEON is in possession of this Championship, you will never have to endure the same stale, boring reign that you had to with Mr. Choke Brian Stryker. Somebody who choses to waste his time with afterthoughts like Julian Tijerina.”
NEON takes a break and lets the audience boo her some more before raising both arms level with her side, provoking the audience to boo even louder than before;
NEON: “Stryker, I heard what you had to say loud and clear. You’re talking about somebody who has provided this industry with some of the most exciting matches in recent memory from start to finish. Somebody who has faced challenges and doesn’t waste time with absolute non-entities and somebody who will when give her opportunity to trade this shiny little toy of mine in for a better one, push through whoever is in her path and won’t choke when it really counts.”
A devious smile forms on her face and her eyes dart towards whichever camera is closest to her, she squints them to signify and intensity which partners with a serious tone of voice;
NEON: “. . . because you see, heart and soul means nothing without pure raw talent and that is where you and I differ. I may not have had the best track record but who cares? I have had the raw talent to remain relevant despite all my setbacks and all my misfortunes. I have the raw talent to be a household name no matter which company I step into and I have the raw talent to be CHAMPION.”
She raises her Championship once more into the air and grins from ear to ear before returning to the intense manner that she adopted previously;
NEON: “So, I invite everybody and anybody to flood me with as many negative comments as they want because I have a message; I really like it where I am right now and I’m not moving an inch backwards. The world can crash, burn and envelope itself in chaos and madness but the one thing I can make you very aware of is that NEON REMAINS.”
She drops the microphone to the floor and her face doesn’t falter from the intensity that she ended her statement with, before she exits the ring, walking up the ramp with an army of angry fans shouting at her in the background as the segment fades to black preparing for the next.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:09:11 GMT -5
The scene cuts backstage. Brookford is standing in the interview area without anyone present to ask him questions. The crowd is jeering him. Brookford’s arms are crossed. He stares into the camera with an intensity that is borderline murderous.
BROOKFORD: I was getting a little annoyed. Why isn’t my phone ringing? Why aren’t any of you tossing your money down for me to take care of your problems? Pride is a funny thing. Maybe you feel you are too good to ask for help. Let pride lead to your downfall, see if I care. Something happened to soothe this savage beast. I learned I was gonna take part of a tournament to crown a United States Champion.
BROOKFORD: Being champion in this business comes with perks. Higher position on the card. But most importantly... a championship bonus. I don’t give a crap about the prestige of a title. That’s for your die hard wrestling nerds. All defending a title means to me is a chance to kick someones ass, you nerds are gold whores. When you think about it, this tournament plays into that same desire for the rest of you to validate your entire existence. I am gonna kick three peoples asses in one night to show not only why I am gonna solve the problem of the title being vacant, but also, I’m spiking my asking price. Should have begged for my services earlier. No more discounts.
Brookford rolls his eyes.
BROOKFORD: BRAIN STRYKER... so you won a couple awards. Big deal. Not impressed. Those awards aren’t gonna save you from the ass kicking I’m about to rain down on you. The fans approval ain’t gonna prevent the inevitable apocalypse that’s coming your way. Cause the way I see it, you are the first person with name value I have faced since arriving on the scene. Your name doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to me. To the fans. To the people in the locker room? Means a hell of a lot. Mopping the floor with you increases my stock, get what I’m saying Brain? You’re a means to an end. A stat on my resumé. More importantly than that, one of three victims tonight. The best you can hope for is if I end this match early, time is money. And I have a United States Championship to win.
BROOKFORD: Brain, get it through your skull, I am the Alpha. I am the King of this Jungle. And I am... a problem you ain’t gonna be able to solve, boy!
Brookford scowls. He walks off saying what he needed to say. The camera then slowly pans over to Sage Clark, who is clearly annoyed by Brookford's arrogance.
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