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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:09:30 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (1ST ROUND)
Brian Stryker vs. BROOKFORD “I’m Bad" by LL Cool J plays as Nate BROOKFORD waste no time making his appearance known. He power walks down to the ring not bothering to savor the less than pleasant reaction from the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope, he pops up. 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 Manhattan, New York! Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is the “Problem Solver” BROOOOOOKFOOORRRRRRD!!! Opting to head over to the turnbuckle nearest the announce table, he leans back with his arms crossed. The ref checks Nate for any foreign objects as the man who wants to be referred to as BROOKFORD keeps his eyes locked on the entrance awaiting his prey for the night. Geoff Penzer: Tonight presents a huge opportunity for Brookford. The man from Manhattan, New York has quietly put together a small winning streak. But three wuns here tonight not only puts Brookford on the match, ptu it puts him down in his history as the first-ever FGA United States Champion! "The following beat down has been brought to you by Dark Horse Protection. Dark Horse Protection: Protecting your ass, cause we need root beer money." "Yeah, I've made my mistake I've seen my heart cave in I got my scars I've been to hell and back again" Dark Horses by Switchfoot starts to play as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back as the fans start singing the bridge. "Born for the blue skies We’ll survive the rain Born for the sunrise We’ll survive the pain" He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms as the crowd sings the chorus. "We’re singing… Hey, you can’t count us out We’ve been running up against the crowd Yeah, we are the dark horses We’re singing… Wait! It’s not over now We’ve been down but we’ve never been out Yeah, we are the dark horses" Stryker sits himself on the top turnbuckle as he waits for the ref to start the match. Melanie Sierra: And is opponent, from Maui, Hawaii! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is “The Dad of Professional Wrestling” BRIIIIIAAAAAN STRYYYYYKEEERRRR!!! Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker is pretty much the reason that this tournament is even taking place here tonight. Stryker was due for a Pride Championship match on Vertigo after having four successful 15 Championship matches and cashing in the belt. However, Stryker was attacked prior to the match by Julian Tijerina and Serpent’s Touch. Vertigo GM Brandon Macdonald felt that Stryker was in no shape to compete and forfeited the match on his behalf. Flashpoint GM Hadley Herrera could no longer trust sending any of her talent over to Vertigo. Thus, she created a new secondary championship for the Flashpoint roster, the United States Championship. Stryker was screwed out of his chance at the Pride Championship. He was defeated in the Quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup by Savannah Taylor. Is tonight the night that things start to finally turn back around for Stryker here in FGA? BROOKFORD begins stalking Stryker around the ring after the bell sounds. The veteran Stryker keeps his distance as he knows that if BROOKFORD gets his hands on him, it spells bad news for him. BROOKFORD slowly inches himself over towards Stryker while Stryker continues to play keepaway. Unfortunately for Papa Stryker, he ends up backing himself into the corner. BROOKFORD sees this and immediately goes to pounce on Stryker. But Stryker dives out of the way, causing BROOKFORD to crash into the turnbuckles. After turning BROOKFORD around, Stryker lights up his chest with knife edge chops. He then goes for an irish whip, but BROOKFORD uses his free hand to hang onto the top rope. So Stryker squats down to try and whip BROOKFORD across the ring. But again, BROOKFORD blocks it. The Problem Solver then grabs Stryker and tosses him into the corner before nailing him with vicious backhand chops to the chest. He then takes BROOKFORD and whips him into the opposite corner. BROOKFORD runs across the ring to attack. But BROOKFORD knocks him back with a boot to the face. After shaking off the blow, BROOKFORD charges back into the corner. This time, Stryker catches him with a back elbow to the face. While BROOKFORD shakes off the blow, Stryker turns, slingshots himself out onto the apron and connects with a springboard dropkick. The crowd cheers as BROOKFORD stumbles backwards. Stryker returns to his feet, rushes over and connects with a running dropkick that knocks BROOKFORD back a few more steps. After Stryker returns to his feet, he runs into the far ropes. When he returns, he delivers a running hurricanrana, sending BROOKFORD through the ropes and to the floor! Geoff Penzer: Stryker finally takes Brookford off his feet! When BROOKFORD pulls himself up using the edge of the apron, Stryker rushes over, grabs the top rope with both hands and goes for a high angle body press. But BROOKFORD turns and casually walks away while Stryker crashes onto the floor. Geoff Penzer: Stryker crashes and burns on the outside! BROOKFORD marches back over, yanks up Stryker and tosses him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he gets to his feet, rushes over and nails Stryker with a punt kick to the ribs. The kick sends Stryker rolling across the ring. Stryker gets up on one knee next to the ropes. BROOKFORD then runs over and nails him with a shoot kick that knocks Stryker back up to a vertical base. The Problem Solver then delivers a palm strike before palming Stryker’s face and shoving him into the corner. BROOKFORD lights up Stryker’s midsection with hard slaps to the ribs before slapping the taste right out of the former 15 Champion’s mouth. The boos continue as he takes Stryker and goes for an irish whip. The boos turn to cheers when Stryker reverses, sending BROOKFORD into the corner. Stryker runs across the ring to attack. But BROOKFORD ricochets out of the corner and runs him over with a running shoulder block! BROOKFORD stands over Stryker, reaches down, grabs him by the neck with both hands and yanks him back up to his feet. He then quickly hooks both of Stryker’s arms before blasting him with a series of trapping headbutts. Once BROOKFORD lets go, a groggy Stryker drops down to a knee. The boos continue as BROOKFORD turns and runs into the ropes. When BROOKFORD returns, Stryker quickly brings him down to a knee with a low dropkick to the leg. Stryker then following up with a spiking hurricanrana! The cheers continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TW-NO! BROOKFORD shoves Stryker off of him. After getting shoved off of BROOKFORD, Stryker lands on his feet! Stryker does a double take at the power of BROOKFORD. While the Problem Solver is getting back to a vertical base, Stryker turns and runs into the ropes. Upon his return, BROOKFORD tries to take his head off with a clothesline. Stryker’s able to duck, float across BROOKFORD’s back and tries to bring him down with a crucifix. But BROOKFORD counters with a Samoan Drop! He reaches back and hooks the near leg for the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . T-NO! Stryker reverses into a grounded crucifix for the pin… ONE! . . TWO!
. . BROOKFORD slips out. After both grapplers return to their feet, BROOKFORD rushes at Stryker and nails him with repeated forward palm strikes to the chest that move Stryker backwards into the corner. From there, BROOKFORD caps off the attack with a back elbow. He then sends Stryker slumping down in the corner with Mongolian chops. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, BROOKFORD charges into the corner and hurls himself at Stryker with a cannonball. But Stryker slips out onto the apron, causing BROOKFORD to crash into the turnbuckles to cheers from the crowd! Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home! Stryker slips back inside and crawls towards the center of the ring while BROOKFORD pulls himself up in the corner. When BROOKFORD turns around, Stryker runs into the corner and connects with a back elbow to the face, followed by a CCS Enzuigiri. He then brings BROOKFORD from out of the corner and goes for Stryke 2 (leg-hook saito suplex). But BROOKFORD counters with pointed elbows to the back of the head. He then grabs Stryker by the wrist and goes for a short-arm elbow smash. But Stryker ducks. When BROOKFORD turns around, Stryker grabs him by the wrist and connects with the First Stryke (arm twist/hook kick combo). While BROOKFORD stumbles back, Stryker turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, the crowd boos when BROOKFORD throws him down with a sitout spinebuster! ONE! . . TWO!
. . T-MO! Stryker gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Stryker just barely get his shoulder up after that spinebuster... BROOKFORD pulls up Stryker and nails him with a lunging headbutt, sending Stryker stumbling backwards into the ropes. Stryker tries to shake out the cobwebs when BROOKFORD marches over and whacks him with a hard slap that immediately drops him to a seated position against the ropes. BROOKFORD then takes advantage of Stryker positioning and nails him with several facewashes before turning and running into the far ropes. When BROOKFORD returns, he connects with a running big boot, knocking Stryker through the ropes and down to the floor hard. The crowd boos while Stryker lays a mangled mess on the floor. Geoff Penzer: Stryker’s in a real bad way here. I know the ref is sensitive about stepping in and stopping this, considering what happened on Vertigo a few weeks ago with one of the referees and GM Macdonald. But this match may need to be stopped... BROOKFORD paces back and forth while the referee starts his count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV- The crowd cheers when they see Stryker slowly pulling himself up using the edge of the apron. Stryker shakes out the cobwebs as he slowly pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes. BROOKFORD then marches over and goes to attack. But Stryker ducks and nails him with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection. With BROOKFORD doubled over, Stryker goes for a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as BROOKFORD swings his arms wildly. Once he regains his balance, he lunges down and goes to tomahawk chop Stryker in the head. But Stryker slips out of the way, causing BROOKFORD’s hand to hit the mat hard. After shaking his hand, BROOKFORD turns around and is met with multiple elbow strikes from Stryker. The former 15 Champion then goes for an irish whip. But BROOKFORD reverses, sending him into the corner. BROOKFORD runs into the corner to attack. But Stryker hoists himself up and counters into a Tarantula! The crowd cheers while Stryker pulls back as much as he can. The ref then gives him until the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Stryker lets go. While BROOKFORD staggers towards the center of the ring, Stryker comes up from behind and brings him down with the Overdose (straight jacket shirnaui)! He then follows up with a running Shooting Star Splash! ONE!
. . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. Stryker pulls BROOKFORD up in a seated position before nailing him with a hard shoot kick to the face that flattens him on the mat. The cheers continue as Stryker steps over BROOKFORD, marches into the corner and connects with a springboard moonsault! Instead of making the cover, Stryker rolls forward, heads back into the corner, scales to the top turnbuckles, flips off and crashes on top of BROOKFORD with a corkscrew moonsault! But again, Stryker’s not done. Stryker heads back into the corner, where he gets hit with “PAPA STRYKER!” chants. Stryker nods before delivering a springboard Phoenix Splash! He hooks the leg. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . TH-NO! The crowd boos when BROOKFORD gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: How did Brookford survive all of that!?!? Stryker steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle while BROOKFORD turns and gets back to his feet. When BROOKFORD turns around, Stryker leaps off for a diving crossbody. But BROOKFORD catches him in mid air and counters with a spinning side slam! He makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Stryker gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Stryker showing some heart here tonight! That would have ended most men! BROOKFORD slowly peels Stryker off the canvas. Stryker looks to barely be able to hold himself up when out of nowhere, he blasts BROOKFORD with five right hands to the face! He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Stryker returns, he throws out a running clothesline. But BROOKFORD ducks and counters with a t-bone suplex.!The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . THRE-NO! The crowd cheers when Stryker gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Another close call for Stryker! BROOKFORD pulls up Stryker and goes for a brainbuster. Stryker then immediately hooks one of his legs around one of BROOKFORD’s to block it. So BROOKFORD goes for another brainbuster. This time, Stryker drops down to a knee. So BROOKFORD lets go before nailing Stryker with a hard knee lift that knocks him down. The boos continue as BROOKFORD reaches down, yanks Stryker off the mat and lifts him up for a brainbuster. But Stryker’s somehow able to slip down from behind. He then quickly grabs a hold of BROOKFORD before bringing him down with Stryke 2 to cheers from the crowd! Geoff Penzer: Brookford is down! Brookford is down! Stryker rolls out onto the apron before pulling himself up using the ropes. He then scales to the top turnbuckle as BROOKFORD tries to pick himself up off the mat. Stryker then leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to the back of the head, sending BROOKFORD tumbling down to the canvas. With BROOKFORD sprawled out on the mat, Stryker marches across the ring, steps out onto the apron and calls for the Air Stryke (SHooting Star Press). Geoff Penzer: Stryker's got Brookford right where he wants him! He’s second away from advancing to the Semis against Noelle Smith! Stryker climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle when the reigning 15 Champion NEON makes her presence known at ringside. Geoff Penzer: What the heck!? The crowd erupts with boos when NEON barks insults at the former 15 Champion, which causes Stryker to hop down and turn his attention to her. Both Stryker and the ref yells at NEON while NEON continues to yell back at Stryker. Geoff Penzer: She has no business out here! She’s not in this tournament! This tournament isn’t for a shot a her title! Get! Her! Out of there! This exchange between Stryker and NEON continues untl BROOKFORD rushes up from Stryker, quickly reaches over the top rope, wraps his arms around Stryker’s midsection and hoists him back into the ring with a German Suplex from off the apron! Geoff Penzer: MY GOD WHAT A SUPLEX! Stryker remains folded up on the mat until BROOKFORD marches over and yanks him back up, The Problem Solver then delivers a sitout full nelson atomic drop before quickly transitioning into the LIGHTS OUT (half nelson choke with bodyscissors). Stryker reaches out to the ropes while NEON leans forward and smirks at the former 15 Champion. She takes her newly won 15 Championship, adjusts it on her shoulder and rubs the center plate with glee while BROOKFORD slowly chokes out Stryker. Stryker continues to keep his arm stretched out until it eventually goes limp. Upon seeing that Stryker out cold, the ref taps on BROOKFORD to break the hold before calling for the bell. The crowd boos when “I’m Bad” hits the speakers. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, BROOKFORD! The boos continue when BROOKFORD gets his arm raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker was moments away from winning this match when NEON stuck her nose where it didn’t belong! How dare her!? ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:09:47 GMT -5
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Greg Samuel vs. Ria Escárcega “Who Dat Boys” plays while Ria Escárcega circles the ring. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… RIIIIIAAAA ESSSSSSCAAAARRRRRCEEEGAAAAA!!! Escárcega is immediately met with boos from the crowd. As Danny Brown’s “Rolling Stone” hits, Greg Samuel casually strolls out from Gorilla wearing his ring attire and a gray hoodie with the hood up, hands in the pocket. Samuel is looking at the ground, but makes a point to look up and gauge the audience, pensively. He then takes a deep breath with a far stare at the ring, removes his hands from his pockets, shakes his arms around and hops left and right on the balls of his feet. “The Maine Attraction” proceeds to pace down the ramp, focused on the ring. Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Kingfield, Maine! Weighing in at 224 pounds! He is “The Maine Attraction” GREEEEEEEG SAAAAAMUUUUUEELLLLL!!! Upon reaching the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and quickly gets back to a vertical base. Samuel then walks to the corner on the far right side, grabs the top rope on each side of the turnbuckle and places his head on the turnbuckle. After a few seconds of focusing, he stands tall and shakes the top rope a few times before releasing, turning to face the center of the ring and takes off his sweatshirt. Geoff Penzer: Greg Samuel has been a veteran of this industry for nearly ten years. He’s well-traveled. He’s wrestled all over. But the one thing that has always eluded him has been a World Championship. He’s looking to correct that and finally add a World Championship to his resumé here in FGA. The bell sounds as both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. Samuel quickly places Escárcega in a side headlock. Samuel tries to cinch in the hold. But before he can, Escárcega slips out and reverses into a hammerlock of her own. The crowd boos as she taunts the veteran before spinning him towards her and catching him in a side headlock. Samuel then shoves Escárcega off into the ropes. When Escárcega returns, Samuel leapfrogs over Escárcega. She continues to run the ropes. When she comes back, Samuel turns and drops down to the mat. Escárcega hops over him before continuing to run the ropes. When Escárcega returns, Samuel throws her down with a release northern lights suplex. The crowd cheers as he knocks her down with a pair of lariats before delivering an irish whip into the corner. The Maine Attraction rushes over to attack. But Escárcega knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. While Samuels shakes off the blow, Escárcega heads out of the corner before bouncing into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Samuel down with a dropkick. Escárcega returns to her feet, turns away from Samuel and goes for a standing reverse somersault senton. But Samuel rolls out of the way, causing Escárcega to land back-first on the mat. The cheers continue as Samuel picks up Escárcega, grabs her from behind and delivers a release German Suplex. He then pulls Escárcega back up before whipping her hard into the turnbuckles. As Escárcega staggers out of the corner, Samuel grabs her and throws her down with a T-Bone Suplex. The cheers continue as Samuel brings Escárcega back to her feet and then brings her down with the Fatal Attraction (Reverse STO). He makes the cover… ONE!
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. . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Rolling Stone” hits the speakers. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, GREG SAMUEL! The cheers continue as Samuel gets his arm raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: Greg Samuel makes short work of Ria Escárcega, getting the dominant win in his FGA debut. We’ll keep an eye out for what’s next for him on Flashpoint... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:10:06 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area where a cameraman moves through the corridors toward a partially-opened dressing room door, following the sound of voices. The cameraman stops just outside of the unmarked locker room door. ???: ...and if we’re gonna run this like we said we were going to, then you need to be on your game like I’m on mine. You don’t need to threaten Johnny Karma. Dom did that. Molly did that. Don’t be an idiot. You need to break him down. Hurt him. The cameraman dares move to an angle that allows us to see in the room, revealing the “Queen of Mean” NEON to thunderous boos… though the reaction grows mixed as Evan Envi appears in frame, standing in front of her, a fist over his mouth, arms half-crossed as he listens. NEON: Christ’s sake… figure something out. Or should I? The final three words earn a groan and another chorus of boos from the audience. NEON pivots and marches toward the door without warning. The cameraman gasps and backs up a bit, but NEON glares at him as she rips the door open, stepping out into the hall. The FGA 15 Champion looks prepared to go off on the cameraman as she comes closer to the lens, scowl on her face… but her face softens into a smirk, shaking her head as she gives the operator a once-over, simply scoffing before she turns on her heel and walks away, marching down the corridor. The camera operator breathes a small sigh of relief before pulling himself back toward the now-open door of the locker room. Evan Envi approaches the doorway, in the middle of a long, exasperated sigh before he catches a glimpse of the cameras, stopping abruptly and allowing a small smile to cross his face. Evan Envi: Sup, guys? ???: Evan! Evan turns his head with a raised brow, but a smile crosses his face as Amanda Johnson walks into frame, mic in hand. She spares a glance over her own shoulder in the direction that NEON left before looking back toward #47. Amanda Johnson: I feel like it’s been a moment since we last spoke and a lot has gone on since then, so… belated, but congratulations on your victory. Evan Envi: Appreciated, man. I told you what it was gonna be and this is where we’re at now. 2018 is the year that I prove to myself that I belong at the top of this mountain Johnny Karma’s out here carvin’ his face into right now. Tonight… tonight’s the first time I’ve ever stood alone in the ring with the FGA Undisputed Champion-- any FGA World Champion period. And that was lost on me for a little bit, especially when I first went out there. It was. Amanda Johnson: So now that that moment has passed, how are you feeling? Envi raises his eyebrows and gives his head a slight shake before sighing. Evan Envi: It’s different. I didn’t feel that until I was out there but… it’s different. He turns toward Amanda, a serious look crossing his face as we pan in a bit. Evan Envi: I go out there, I say what’s on my mind-- and in my heart, in my mind I really do feel that we’re existing in a time that we can look back at and say this is where Johnny Karma’s luck ran out. There is a mixed reaction at the comment, but Envi shakes his head again after the comment, taking another small breath. Evan Envi: But when I look at Karma… I know for a fact that he doesn’t believe that. Karma’s not the kinda guy to take me lightly, but Karma-- in his heart and in his mind-- doesn’t believe that I’m going to take the Undisputed Championship away from him. He doesn’t feel that. Not even a little bit. And looking into his eyes, I get that one hundred percent. But my job isn’t to change his mind in the meantime. Envi looks down the corridor for a moment and then back to Amanda. Evan Envi: My job is to make Johnny Karma wonder at which point did it all go wrong? Envi gives the interviewer a wink and she nods a bit before asking her next question. Amanda Johnson: After he prevailed in what many critics are calling an absolutely classic encounter at Final Frontier against Molly Reid, aren’t you realistically, a little bit intimidated by the prospect of a one-on-one match with the reigning Undisputed Champion? Evan looks at Amanda for a long, quiet few seconds before he looks down, shifting his feet for a moment, then back at her. Evan Envi: Being in the ring with the Undisputed Champion is intimidating because this is where I’ve choked so many times in the past. I’ve gotten so close. I’ve literally had World Championship gold in my hand before having my feet swept out from under me. Amanda, it’s taken me eleven years to do what some of my colleagues have done in less than two. Clearly there’s some missing puzzle piece that I haven’t been able to find, but people like Johnny Karma? They’ve got it. Took him a minute too, but he’s there. Carvin’ his face into the top of that mountain. Sooo… Evan shrugs. Evan Envi: Yeah. Johnny Karma is intimidating. But right now-- he is my greatest obstacle. So he should be intimidating. I should have to push myself to be at his level. The FGA Undisputed Champion should be competing at a peak level every time they’re in the ring and Johnny Karma does that… so I’m gonna do that too. Count on that. Amanda nods again and raises the mic to her own lips. Amanda Johnson: Well. Good luck with everything, Evan. I’m sure we’ll be speaking very soon. Evan Envi: Of course, man. Evan holds out his fist, allowing the interviewer to give him a soft fist bump with a smile before Evan turns, expression fading into one of determination as he marches off down the hall in the direction that NEON had departed moments ago, leaving us to fade to black on Amand Johnson. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:10:45 GMT -5
We cut to a place that’s a reasonable distance from the ringside area to find Hadley Herrera in her office, close enough to the arena that she can hear the crowd but not so close that the noise is deafening and affects her judgment - and stepping out of said office is Shintaro Majima, who turns and gives a respectful nod to Flashpoint's GM for her time, although between Majima and Hadley is his partner Mark Bisley, and as we can hear he hasn't quite finished his conversation
Mark Bisley: ...of course, as we’re the current top contenders for the tag team championships, it would make perfect sense for the pair of us to be present on your show. I mean, can you imaging how ridiculous it would look if we spent the next few shows only appearing on episodes of Vertigo to issue one challenge after another, even though it would take at least a week before anyone could reasonably respond?
With the realisation that his partner hasn't quite finished, Majima turns and looks behind him with a slightly impatient look on his face, but Bisley keeps on going...
Mark Bisley: Obviously you have plenty of things on your plate this evening, as the show hasn't finished and you have a trophy to award to one particularly fortunate individual later this evening, so we wouldn't want to take up any more of your time.
Having finally finished saying his piece, Bisley steps out into the corridor to reveal he's keeping himself warm on this bitterly cold evening with a Minnesota Wild hoodie to rep the main tenets of the Xcel Energy Center, the sight of which draws a slight cheer from the crowd who seem at least partially tolerant of local boy Bisley - although, sadly, Shintaro Majima is not following suit as he wears a quilted technical jacket
Mark Bisley: So now that we've had a word with Ms Herrera about that memo I sent regarding locker room discipline on her brand, what are you thinking of doing for the rest of the evening? Stake out a spot behind the curtain to watch the last couple of matches, or find a monitor so we can watch it while retaining full access to the catering facilities?
Looking past Bisley to a spot somewhere down the corridor, Majima has another suggestion
Shintaro Majima: I do not think our evening is finished yet.
Unsure about his partner’s comment, Bisley gives him a puzzled look
Mark Bisley: How so?
Rather than answer the question directly, Majima simply nods in the direction of that same spot further down the corridor, and once Bisley turns around he sees the two members of The Chaotics walking in their direction with a certain amount of purpose in their step
Seeing this, Bisley turns towards Majima and mutters under his breath
Mark Bisley: You could’ve just told me they were headed this way…
Resigned to the confrontation that’s about to happen, Bisley unzips his hoodie down to the waist in order to give himself a little more freedom of movement while looking in The Chaotics’ direction wearing the expression of somebody who has just been rudely interrupted. As the Tag Team Champions approach, Ashlyn De Luca raises a hand, shaking her head a little.
Ashlyn De Luca: What the hell, Bisley? Is that a fighting stance? Are you about to hit me?
Ashlyn shakes her head. Scoff.
Ashlyn De Luca: He was gearin up to hit us, Logan.
Logan glances to his partner and then looks towards Bisley.
Logan Alexander: Hmmm… I think I’d give him the benefit of the doubt on this one. Although I’d say he is ready to fight if need be… Of course, I don’t see why that would be necessary here and now.
He smiles politely at Bisley. Ashlyn puts on an obviously-forced-grin as she looks at the pair.
While not lowering his guard just yet, Bisley lessens the tension by just turning in Majima’s direction
Mark Bisley: Oh look, they’ve learned that humour exists. Maybe if they try really hard they might even grasp how to use it properly!
Turning back in The Chaotics’ direction, Bisley looks in Ashlyn’s direction with the expression of an elementary school teacher facing a disruptive pupil that thinks flatulent noises are the height of comedy. Ashlyn glances toward her partner with a small shrug before Bisley goes on.
Mark Bisley: But if we’re going to talk about things that are funny, isn’t it funny how the pair of you seem to have forgotten the nasty habit that members of the Flashpoint locker room have picked up where they attack us from behind for no reason? Would you like to crack wise about that one, Ashlyn? Maybe suggest a case of mistaken identity where I was briefly mistaken for Johnny Karma, who apparently has it written into his contract that multiple people should jump him from behind at least once a month?
Bisley looks over to Majima
Mark Bisley: What do you think?
Majima ever so slightly turns his head to look over to Bisley, before returning his attention to The Chaotics, particularly looking in Logan’s direction
Shintaro Majima: I think somebody capable of giving credit to an opponent would use this moment to congratulate us for our victory.
After making his statement, Majima folds his arms and looks in Logan’s direction as if to say he’s waiting to hear it. A fleeting look of surprise actually crosses Logan’s face as he looks at Shintaro. He blinks a couple of times and then looks at Ashlyn.
Logan Alexander: Who tipped him off?
Ashlyn just shakes her head, brows raised, subtly proclaiming innocence. Logan then looks back towards the two members of Smart Style.
Logan Alexander: I was intending on congratulating the two of you when the moment presented itself. I’m sure you’ll find that hard to believe.
He smirks slightly.
Logan Alexander: I do still have to say that your gauntlet match was loaded with shenanigans, but even without them, I’m not sure that the result would have been different. You two had the best draw for it and you did your job. So, congratulations on getting back to the big dance again.
Ashlyn De Luca: Sick job, guys.
He then steps forward and extends an open hand towards both members of Smart Style, inviting either one of them to shake it.
Looking at the extended hand, Bisley turns towards Majima and shrugs, although Majima isn't quite finished making his point
Shintaro Majima: I counted one attempt at a compliment and two attempts at trying to dismiss our victory.
Majima looks over to Bisley, who nods in agreement
Shintaro Majima: If you are going to offer us a hand, do so in good faith.
Majima awaits a response, while Bisley cannot help but smirk at his partner giving Logan a piece of his mind. Ashlyn frowns and reaches forward, pulling Logan’s arm down. He glances to her, then back to Smart Style. He shrugs and relents, stepping back from them.
Ashlyn De Luca: Didn’t wanna shake your nasty ass hands anyway. Tired of all these conditions for a goddamn handshake these days, man. Look--
Ashlyn steps forward and uses her middle and index fingers to point toward the members of Smart Style with one hand, the other gripping her FGA Tag Team Championship.
Ashlyn De Luca: You know-- you guys keep bitching about Logan not giving you enough credit like he’s your daddy, neglecting you or some [BEEP]. You guys know you’re good. Every team in the Gauntlet knows you’re good. We know you’re good, but the thing is… you guys are actually trash human beings. I’m still a little heated about gettin jumped at the 6 Year Anniversary to be real but you don’t see us bitchin about it to anyone that’ll listen. We took care of it. You know what you do see?
Ashlyn raises her championship belt, looking right at Bisley.
Ashlyn De Luca: These. This. At your expense, every step of the way. And you know what? We’re gonna keep winnin, out of spite. Tonight we’re gonna fight Bristow & Barnes and we’re gonna win. Then in the near future we’re gonna put these on the line against you. And we’re gonna win.
Ashlyn leans forward a bit, lowering her voice.
Ashlyn De Luca: Again.
After listening to Ashlyn’s response, Bisley turns to Majima and offers his hand as he says
Mark Bisley: Hello, Dan Herrera, my name’s Peaches.
Turning back towards Ashlyn, while withdrawing his handshake from an unmoved Majima, Bisley looks deeply unimpressed
Mark Bisley: Oh, wait, neither of us are members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, which means you didn’t retain those titles “at our expense” at Final Frontier - you merely retained them at the expense of Flashpoint’s auxiliary commentary team.
With a roll of the eyes, Bisley continues while Ashlyn’s head tilts back in silent, frustrated laughter.
Mark Bisley: I’m sure you were fully aware of what happened at Final Frontier, Ashlyn, so there’s no reason for you to lie. I mean, only somebody riddled with insecurity would have to stoop so low as to try and pass off such blatant fabrication as fact - let alone think they could get away with it.
Shintaro Majima: Yet I am not surprised they thought they could do so.
Mark Bisley: I’m sure you’re prepared for Bristow & Barnes, but there’s a difference between them and the team standing in front of you: you’re not putting those titles on the line against them tonight, but you certainly will be against us a few weeks from now. One of your matches has stakes, the other doesn’t. Would you like to guess which one?
A long groan escapes De Luca’s mouth the moment Bisley stops speaking.
Ashlyn De Luca: Jesus Christ. You are soooo extra.
Logan Alexander: Clearly the match with Bristow and Barnes has higher stakes. We’ve already proven we can beat you two.
He smirks back at Bisley.
Logan Alexander: You two have yet to prove you can get the job done yourselves though. The best you did was a draw when you proved that you lacked focus and let Dan and Peaches distract you at ringside. Doesn’t say much when the best you’ve done in three tries is ‘at least we didn’t lose that one too’.
He snorts slightly.
Logan Alexander: You’re both absolutely right that we didn’t beat you at Final Frontier. Instead, you showed that your presence there was as meaningless filler.
Ashlyn De Luca: Damn, Logan, let em live!
Logan Alexander: You stuck your noses into something that didn’t involve you in November and then you two were nowhere to be seen when we won that match at Final Frontier. Much like when Dynamic Duos came to a close, you boys were just an afterthought to everyone in the arena while we were the ones with our hands raised. Again.
He looks over at Ashlyn and nods slightly, then returns his focus to Mark and Bisley.
Logan Alexander: So, yes while you’ve got another match against us coming up soon enough, yet you’re both still making excuses and trying to shift blame. The bottom line is, you two are oh for three against us. It doesn’t matter how you two came up short. What does, is the fact that when you two have been put in the ring with us and have the chance to prove that you can beat us you haven’t. So by all means try and talk your way around it Mark… At this point, that’s the only thing you’ve proven you can do well against us.
Upon hearing Logan’s response, Bisley firmly raises a finger - only to leave it pointing in the air for a few seconds without following up with anything, until he simple starts wagging his finger in Logan’s face
Mark Bisley: You really need to work on that temper of yours, Logan, as it's making you say some very silly things when you get angry.
Lowering his finger, Bisley continues
Mark Bisley: From the outset we have said you got lucky, once, and what has proven this to be wrong? The second time you faced us in the ring you failed to get the job done, even though you claimed you would, and instead you got sidetracked into a fight with somebody who wasn't even a part of the match. And once again at Final Frontier you claimed you would defeat us handily, and what happened? Even with you and the auxiliary commentary team focusing so much time and effort into attacking the pair of us, you couldn't get the job done in spite of claiming it was a matter of time - and since you’re so happy to defecate on what other people do from a great height like a pigeon with a desperate need to overcompensate for something, that “win” at Final Frontier you’re clinging to only happened because Dan Herrera had a choice of female competitors who need to learn when to butt out of things that don’t concern them and he picked the wrong one.
Bisley looks directly at Ashlyn after the last comment, whose mouth hangs open a bit in a half-smirk mixed with amusement and bitterness.
Mark Bisley: I believe that’s Ashlyn’s cue to make another obnoxious, snarky comment that adds nothing to the conversation.
Folding his arms and letting a smirk cross his face, Bisley can’t wait for the visibly irate Ashlyn to respond - but instead Majima chimes in
Shintaro Majima: This is what I mean by saying you cannot bear to give somebody credit. First you attempted to claim you were giving us credit when you clearly did not, and it did not take long for the mask to slip and you began throwing out the usual insults that only make you look as bitter as you do foolish. Your match tonight does not have any stakes at all, as you will not worry that one mistake will cost you those titles, and yet you try to say that the match has more at stake than when you will be facing us with those titles on the line. If that is what you believe, then you are not deserving champions.
Ashlyn steps forward, prepared to say something else, but Logan Alexander clears his throat softly. Ashlyn looks back toward her and Logan simply offers a soft, indistinguishable glance. Ashlyn stops-- and Majima moves past the pair, his shoulder bumping Ashlyn as he does. Ashlyn’s eyes don’t follow Majima, but rather close as she suppresses whatever anger is visible on her face. She turns, looking at Bisley who seems just as prepared to continue the conversation, standing his ground... but making sure to flash another smarmy grin to the upset De Luca. Reluctantly, Bisley moves his feet, following his partner down the corridor as the champions remain behind.
Ashlyn De Luca: …[BEEP].
The stray response earns a subdued chuckle from St. Paul before we fade to black on the Tag Team Champions.
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:11:03 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (SEMIFINALS)
BROOKFORD vs. 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a semifinal match in the United States Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida… NOOOOEELLLLLE SMIIIIITH!!! 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: The Semifinals of the United States Championship Tournament are about to get underway. Noelle Smith advanced to the semis earlier tonight with an absolutely dominating win over Ricky Valero. That had to feel amazing after months and months of abuse from Valero. She now finds herself standing across the ring from the much larger Brookford. But what’s going in Smith’s favor is that she was able to defeat Valero in short order. Even though Brookford dominated his match at points against Stryker, Stryker took the fight to Brookford as well. In fact, you could argue that if it weren’t for NEON, Brookford wouldn’t even be in the Semis. Smith is clearly the fresher of the two. Having that much stamina left will definitely help her as she tries to use her speed and agility to get past Brookford. “I’m Bad" by LL Cool J plays as Nate BROOKFORD waste no time making his appearance known. He power walks down to the ring not bothering to savor the less than pleasant reaction from the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope, he pops up. Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Manhattan, New York! Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is the “Problem Solver” BROOOOOOOKFOOOOORRRRRDDD!!! Opting to head over to the turnbuckle nearest the announce table, he leans back with his arms crossed. The ref checks Nate for any foreign objects as the man who wants to be referred to as BROOKFORD keeps his eyes locked on the entrance awaiting his prey for the night. Geoff Penzer: Brookford got an upset victory over Brian Stryker in one of the earlier first round match. But as I stated earlier, Smith was already the faster and more agile of the two. She’s now also the fresher of the two. That is a huge advantage for Smith going into this one... The bell sounds as BROOKFORD immediately tries to cut off the ring as he did earlier in the night against Brian Stryker. The faster, more agile and fresher Smith is able to keep her distance from the larger BROOKFORD. The Problem Solver remains unfazed and continues to keep a laser-like focus on Smith. Smith ends up backing herself up against the ropes. BROOKFORD takes advantage and lunges over at Smith. But she’s able to move out of the way. When BROOKFORD turns around, the crowd cheers when he gets met with multiple chops to the chest. Smith then takes BROOKFORD and goes for an irish whip. But BROOKFORD reverses, sending Smith into the ropes. When Smith returns, BROOKFORD sets up a back body drop. Smith sees it coming, so she hurdles over him before continuing to run the ropes. When BROOKFORD stands up and turns around, Smith slides through his legs. When BROOKFORD turns around, Smith pops up to her feet and nails him with alternating shoot kicks to the leg. She then follows up with a low dropkick to the leg, knocking BROOKFORD down to one knee. Smith gets back to her feet and nails BROOKFORD with repeated forearm strikes to the face before turning and running into the ropes. When Smith returns, the crowd cheers when she knocks BROOKFORD down with a front dropkick to the face. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . BROOKFORD shoves Smith off of him. After getting shoved off of BROOKFORD, Smith lands on her feet. She then turns and runs into the ropes while BROOKFORD gets back to his feet. When Smith returns, she executes a running hurricanrana, sending BROOKFORD through the ropes and to the apron. While BROOKFORD pulls himself up using the ropes, Smith runs into the corner and connects with a triangle dropkick, knocking BROOKFORD off the apron and to the floor! Geoff Penzer: Brookford’s been knocked to the outside in the early goings of this contest... When BROOKFORD returns to a vertical base, Smith motions for a vaulting body press to the outside. BROOKFORD quickly turns away like he did against Stryker earlier in the night. But instead of crashing to the floor, Smith lands safely on the apron. When BROOKFORD turns around, he gets caught with a back kick to the face. The crowd cheers when Smith follows up with an Asai Moonsault. But BROOKFORD catches her across his shoulder! He then runs forward and tries to lawn dart her into the ring post. But Smith slips down from behind and shoves BROOKFORD forward, causing him to smack his face against the steel post. The cheers continue as Smith struggles to push BROOKFORD back inside. She then rolls back in and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. Smith brings BROOKFORD back to his feet, brings him down with the Flip Trip (snapmare takedown) and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. Smith picks up BROOKFORD, moves him into the corner and delivers another series of chops to the chest. She then goes for an irish whip. But BROOKFORD reverses, sending her into the corner. BROOKFORD charges across the ring to attack. But Smith turns him around with a boot to the face. While BROOKFORD is dazed, Smith quickly hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, wraps her arms around BROOKFORD with an inverted facelock and brings him down with the Beauty Mark (diving somersault inverted facelock jawbreaker) to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! Smith struggles to push him over before making the cover. Geoff Penzer: The Beauty Mark! Smith is seconds away from advancing to the finals... ONE!
. . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos when BROOKFORD gets his foot on the bottom rope. Geoff Penzer: How was that not a three count!? Smith struggles to drag BROOKFORD away from the ropes before making the cover… ONE!
. . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. Smith picks up BROOKFORD and nails him with a shoot kick to the chest, then a forearm strike. She then hits BROOKFORD with another shoot kick, followed by a forearm strike. After an enzuigiri dazes BROOKFORD, Smith turns and runs into the far ropes. When Smith returns, the crowd boos when BROOKFORD turns her inside out with a lariat! Geoff Penzer: My God! BROOKFORD marches over, snatches up Smith off the mat by the hair and throws her across the ring. After Smith tumbles across the canvas, she starts to get back to her feet. When Smith turns around, BROOKFORD charges across the ring and nails her with a big boot to the chest that sends her stumbling backwards into the corner. The Problem Solver marches into the corner and nails Smith with alternating slaps to the midsection before rocking Smith with an open palm strike to the face. BROOKFORD follows up with repeated back elbows to the midsection. The last elbow sends Smith slumping down in the corner. BROOKFORD performs a series of facewashes before marching back across the ring. He then turns, runs back across the ring, hurls himself at Smith and squishes her with a cannonball! The boos continue as he drags Smith from out of the corner before making the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Smith gets her shoulder up. BROOKFORD yanks up Smith and sends her staggering across the ring with a kesagiri chop. He then marches over, grabs Smith by the hair, brings her into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then quickly grabs Smith from behind and goes for a release German Suplex out of the corner. Smith quickly wraps her arms around the top rope and hangs on for dear life. BROOKFORD tries to yank Smith off the ropes before going for another release German Suplex. But again, Smith hangs onto the ropes. Smith then nails BROOKFORD with repeated back elbows to the face, breaking the hold. As BROOKFORD stumbles back, Smith slingshots herself onto the apron before knocking him down with a springboard flying knee to the face! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. Smith picks up BROOKFORD and whips him into the ropes. When BROOKFORD returns, he gets caught with a spinning heel kick. The crowd cheers as BROOKFORD stumbles back before slipping through the ropes. After BROOKFORD pulls himself up using the ropes, Smith marches over and connects with a roundhouse kick that knocks him off the apron. While BROOKFORD tries to shake out the cobwebs, Smith turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she leaps through the ropes for a suicide dive. But BROOKFORD catches her in mid air before countering with a spinning side slam! Geoff Penzer: NOOOOOOO! BROOKFORD peels Smith’s motionless body off the floor before rolling her back inside. He then rolls back in before making the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Smith gets her shoulder up. BROOKFORD picks up Smith and delivers a snap suplex. The boos continue as he pulls Smith back up, grabs her from behind and delivers a release German Suplex. BROOKFORD then picks up Smith, doubles her over with a hard knee to the midsection and follows up with a pumphandle powerslam. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Smith gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Smith gets her shoulder up again! BROOKFORD picks up Smith and whips her hard into the corner. Smith howls in pain before crumbling from out of the corner. The Problem Solver marches over, yanks Smith back to her feet and whips her hard into the opposite corner. Smith groans as she collapses face-first on the mat. The boos continue as BROOKFORD makes his way back over towards Smith. He grabs Smith by the hair, drags her back towards the center of the ring and pulls her up from behind. BROOKFORD goes for another release German when Smith counters into a wheelbarrow victory roll! ONE!
. . TWO! . . BROOKFORD kicks out. After both grapplers return to their feet, BROOKFORD knocks her down with a short-arm elbow smash. BROOKFORD reaches down, grabs her by the wrist, yanks her back to her feet and knocks her down with another short-arm elbow smash. The Problem Solver reaches down, grabs Smith by the wrist, pulls her back up and then throws out a discus elbow smash. But Smith ducks. When he turns around, the crowd cheers when he gets caught with a pelé kick. While BROOKFORD is dazed, Smith slowly returns to her feet. She then turns to run into the ropes. But BROOKFORD reaches out, grabs her by the back of the tights and yanks her back into his clutches. He throws out a release German Suplex. But somehow, Smith is able to land on her feet! When BROOKFORD turns around and got back to a vertical base, Smith lunges forward and nailed him with a jumping knee strike to the midsection that drops BROOKFORD down to a knee. Smith pulls BROOKFORD back up, places him in a Muay Thai Clinch and nails him with repeated knees to the face before rocking him with an uppercut elbow. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Smith returns, she turns BROOKFORD around with a single leg dropkick. Smith gets back to her feet before running into another set of ropes. Upon her return, she turns BROOKFORD around with another single leg dropkick. Smith then steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. She then flips off and knocks BROOKFORD down with a flying spinning heel kick! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . BROOKFORD got his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Noelle thought she had him! Smith picks up BROOKFORD, doubles him over with a spinning back kick to the midsection and sets him up for the Swing, Set, Match (swinging neckbreaker) when BROOKFORD spins through it, hooks both arms and bashes Smith with trapping headbutts before knocking her down with a spinning backfist punch. The boos continue as BROOKFORD picks up Smith and goes for a sitout full nelson atomic drop. But before BROOKFORD can hook the other arm, Smith slips down into a seated position. When BROOKFORD reaches down to grab her, she rolls back and kicks him in the face. Smith gets back to her feet before running into the ropes. When Smith returns, the crowd boos when BROOKFORD clobbers her with a discus elbow smash! BROOKFORD motions to pick up Smith when he sees Sage Clark making his way down ringside. Geoff Penzer: Sage Clark? The All American climbs up onto the apron and points an accusatory finger at BROOKFORD. The Problem Solver quickly marches over to the ropes and goes to snatch Clark when Clark jumps down to the mat. BROOKFORD continues to yell at Clark until he turns around. The crowd cheers when Smith doubles him over with another spinning back kick to the midsection, nails him with a buzzsaw kick and then follows up with the Swing, Set, Match! 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: Noelle Smith advances to the finals of the United States Championship Tournament after some questionable interference by Sage Clark. I don’t know what possessed Clark to come out here and interfere in Brookford’s match. But I can tell you right now that that decision doesn’t bode well for his long-term health... ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:11:26 GMT -5
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (SEMIFINALS)
Mark Storm vs. Savannah Taylor 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a semifinal match in the United States Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada… SAAAAVANNAAAAAH TAAAAAAYLOOORRRR!!! 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: This right here is the third meeting between Mark Storm and Savannah Taylor. At All-Star Showdown V two years ago, Storm defeated Taylor. However, this past Summer on an episode of Flashpoint, it was Taylor that defeated Storm to become the #1 contender to the Pride Championship. We all know what happened from there. Can Taylor get past Storm to get one step closer to another championship? "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 her 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: Mark Storm advanced earlier tonight by defeating Dan Herrera. But in a shocking twist, it was the arrival of Liam Richardson the Third, as well as the alliance between both Storm and Richardson, that still has this crowd buzzing. What does this meaning going forward for both men? Where do they see themselves in the early months of 2018 here on Flashpoint, besides Storm as the inaugural United States Champion? How will the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad respond to what happened earlier tonight? The bell sounds as Storm and Taylor make their way towards the center of the ring. Taylor is taken aback when Storm extends his hand for a handshake. She steps back and folds her arms while she eyes Storm. Taylor reluctantly unfolds her arms and goes in for a handshake when once again, Storm turns the handshake into a fingergun taunt. The crowd boos. Taylor smirks until she quickly grabs Storm by the wrist wrenches his arm and follows up with the Blonde Ambition! She pushes him over and makes the cover. Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm’s cockiness may have just cost him this match! ONE!
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. . T-NO! Storm kicks out. Taylor picks up Storm, delivers an irish whip, follows him into the corner and connects with a yakuza kick. She then takes Storm, delivers an irish whip, follows him into the opposite corner and connects with another yakuza kick! Taylor takes him, delivers an irish whip, follows him back into the previous corner and connects with a third yakuza kick!! She then takes Storm, delivers an irish whip, follows him back into the opposite corner and connects with a fourth yakuza kick!!! She then takes Storm, turns him around and struggles to lift him up onto the middle ropes. While Storm is still dazed, Taylor heads out onto the apron, scales up onto the middle ropes, places Storm in a three quarter facelock, flips back into the ring and brings him down with Welcome to Sin City! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . THRE-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Taylor’s pulling out all the stops in the opening minutes of this match! Taylor picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. As soon as Storm bounces off the ropes, Taylor blasts him with a yakuza kick, sending him through the ropes and to the floor. Taylor steps out onto the apron while Storm tries to sit up. But he quickly falls back down. The ref sees this and heads to the outside. While the ref attends to Storm, Taylor continues to set up for an Asai Moonsault. After Storm slowly returns to his feet, Taylor goes for an Asai Moonsault. But Storm pulls the ref towards him, causing him to get knocked down with the Asai Moonsault! Geoff Penzer: Storm just pulled the ref in the way! Storm rolls into the ring while Taylor checks in on the ref. Your Hero and Mine heads into the far ropes while Taylor still attends to the referee. Once she returns to her feet and turns around, Storm knocks her down with a somersault senton! Geoff Penzer: Storm wipes out Taylor with a huge dive to the outside! Storm picks up Taylor and rolls her back inside. After bringing Taylor back to her feet, he moves her into the center of the ring and delivers two alternating palm strikes, followed by a shoot kick to the thigh, followed by a spinning backfist to the face. He then throws out a discus clothesline. But Taylor cuts him off with the Ultimecia. She drops down and makes the cover. But she quickly realizes that the ref is still out of it. So she brings Storm back to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Taylor goes for a Lou Thesz Press. But Storm counters with a flapjack. Storm then brings Taylor off the mat and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection. He hoists her up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb when Taylor counters with repeated punches to the head. After slipping down in front of Storm, Taylor rocks him with a roundhouse kick. Storm staggers a bit until Taylor doubles him over with a kick to the midsection and plants him with a DDT. She turns over and makes the cover. But once again, there’s no referee. Taylor rolls to the outside and shakes the ref by his shirt collar before slapping him across the face. After the ref slowly begins to come to, Taylor turns and goes to climb back up onto the apron. It’s here that she gets doubled over by a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Storm goes for a vertical suplex back into the ring when Taylor slips down from behind and counters with a russian leg sweep. After dragging Storm into position, Taylor steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. From there, Taylor leaps off and goes for a Frog Splash. But Storm rolls out of the way, causing Taylor to crash onto the canvas. He then grabs Taylor while she’s down and delivers a deadlift vertical suplex. He turns over and makes the cover. The referee slowly rolls back inside. Once he looks over and sees Storm covering Taylor, he makes the count. ONE! . . . . T-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Taylor and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd gasps when Storm lifts her up across his shoulders for the Dystopia. Before he can hit his finisher, Taylor nails him with multiple elbows to the side of the head. After slipping down from behind, Taylor shoves Storm forward, sending him crashing into the referee. The official knocks heads with Storm, flips through the ropes and smacks his head on the outside. While Storm stumbles back, Taylor knocks him down with a running hip attack. As Storm gets up on a knee, Taylor runs back over and flattens him with a Shining Wizard. She makes the cover. But she quickly realizes that the referee has once again been knocked to the outside. Taylor gets up, walks over to the side of the ring and peers over the top rope to see the ref out cold. Before Taylor can turn around, Storm grabs her from behind and delivers an inverted exploder suplex. He pulls Taylor over and makes the cover. But there’s no referee. That is, until a second official races down the aisle. He then slides in to make the count. O-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Taylor and delivers a vertical suplex lifted and dropped into a neckbreaker slam. He turns over and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Taylor gets her shoulder up. Storm pulls up Taylor, grabs her from the side and delivers a backdrop suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Taylor, hooks one arm from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Another close call for the Las Vegas Siren! Storm picks up Taylor, hooks both arms from behind and goes for a Dragon Suplex when Taylor counters with a wheelbarrow victory roll. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. After both grapplers return to a vertical base, Taylor runs at Storm when he counters with a tilt-a-whirl Tombstone Piledriver! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: That wasn’t three!? How was that not three!? Storm picks up Taylor, lifts her up and then throws her down with a sitout face slam. He then turns over and hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Where is Taylor getting this fight from!?!? Storm pulls up Taylor and is about to lift her up for an elevated sitout powerbomb when Taylour counters with a standing double leg takedown before flipping over into a jacknnife pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm bridges up, turns over and follows up with a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! . . TWO!
. . THRE-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Taylor and lifts her up for a powerbomb. As soon as she’s lifted up onto Storm’s shoulders, Taylor counters with a hurricanrana. Once Storm returns to his feet, he rushes over at Taylor. But Taylor counters with a roundhouse kick, doubles him over with a kick to the midsection and brings him down a DDT. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Storm gets his shoulder up. Taylor picks up Storm and whips him into the corner. She then heads across the ring, hurls herself at Storm and connects with a running hip strike. Taylor takes Storm, places him in a headlock and brings him down with a running bulldog. She then heads into the corner and waits for Storm to get in position. Once Storm gets up on all fours, Taylor runs from out of the corner, jumps up and brings him down with a Curb Stomp. She then steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle and waits for Storm to get up. Once Storm gets into position, Taylor flips off and goes for Dancing Mad (diving somersault hurricanrana). But after Taylor lands on Storm’s shoulders and flips back, he blocks the move, leaving Taylor hanging upside down. Storm shakes his head before lifting Taylor back up onto his shoulders, hoists her up even higher and throws her down with an elevated sitout powerbomb! ONE!
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. . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: How much closer can you get!?!? Storm picks up Taylor, scoops her up across his shoulders and goes for the Dystopia. On the way down, Taylor catches Storm’s knee. She then takes his leg and swing it away from her. When Storm comes back, Taylor doubles him over with a hard knee thrust to the midsection before bringing him down with The Gamble. She then heads out onto the apron before climbing back up to the top turnbuckle. After Storm slowly returns to his feet and turns around, Taylor flips off and brings him down with Dancing Mad! 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 breaks the tie with Mark Storm as she defeats him tonight on Flashpoint! She now advances to the finals, where she will meet Noelle Smith for the United States Championship! ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:11:43 GMT -5
★★★ TAG TEAM MATCH ★★★
The Chaotics vs. Bristow & Barnes As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds… BRISTOW & BARNES! Now inside the ring, they cross paths and perch up on the ropes on the opposite of the ring, one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, taunting the fans as they await their opponents. Geoff Penzer: Bristow & Barnes are looking to get themselves back in the tag title mix. A win here tonight over the champions in non-title action would vault them near the top of the contenders list. Of course, it’s the team of Smart Style who currently occupies the #1 contenders spot after winning the Tag Team Gauntlet over on Vertigo this past week. The lights in the arena slowly fade to darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, back turned toward the ring. As the lights in the arena begin to systematically brighten, it becomes clear that the figure is Ashlyn De Luca. The arena plunges into darkness once more, earning a cheap pop from the live audience for theatrics-- before all of the lights scream to life, casting a blinding glow down on the pair at the top of the ramp. While Ashlyn De Luca now faces the ring, arms still above her head, our camera swing to reveal Logan standing with his back to hers, arms held out straight to the side. Ashlyn lowers her arms, pointing a two-handed “finger gun” toward the camera with a smirk, though she abandons it as she and the hooded Logan Alexander abruptly part, marching toward the ring with a purpose. Melanie Sierra: And their opponent, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of a cool 368 pounds! They are the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions! Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander, THEEE CHAAAAAOOOOOTIICCCCSSSS!!! Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience while Logan walks to the ring apron, stepping inside. Ashlyn ever-so-faintly smiles into the audience again before rushing to the barricade. Our hard camera takes over, with Ashlyn leaping onto the barricade, arms wide as she screams back out into the raucous audience. Behind her, Logan mounts the bottom-and-middle ropes, arms held to his side in a similar pose. Ashlyn drops from the barricade, sliding into the ring beneath the ropes and Logan, hopping to her feet on the opposite side of the ring, screaming out into the other side of the audience as they rise to their feet. Logan drops down from the ropes and bumps forearms with De Luca in the center of the ring as they pass each other, mounting opposite corners to look out into the masses. The Chaotics remove their hoodies, tossing them simultaneously into the crowd as their music fades. Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics successfully defended their Tag Titles against Smart Style and the former champs, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, at Final Frontier. The Chaotics want to keep the momentum rolling as they head towards a clash with the Smart Style at “2018: A New Odyssey”. The bell sounds as Bristow & Barnes rush over to attack The Chaotics. But The Tag Champs duck the running clothesline attempts. When Bristow & Barnes turn around, Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander take them off their feet with a pair of dropkicks! Bristow rolls out onto the apron while Barnes stays inside the ring. The Chaotics pick up Barnes as Bristow pulls himself up using the ropes. They then deliver a hard irish whip, sending Barnes crashing into Bristow to cheers from the crowd. Barnes stumbles back towards the center of the ring while Bristow falls to the outside. Back in the ring, Alexander delivers an inverted atomic drop on Barnes and holds him in place. De Luca bounces into the ropes, comes back and knocks him down with a stiff lariat. Both De Luca and Alexander then head into opposite corners while Barnes begins to stir in the center of the ring. Just as he gets up on a knee, The Chaotics rush from both sides and connect with the Double Tap (superkick from Alexander to one side of the head, spinning heel kick from De Luca to the other). The cheers continue as Alexander picks up Barnes and whips him into the ropes. When Barnes returns, The Chaotics deliver the C5 (flapjack into a leaping sitout facebuster)! De Luca makes the cover… ONE! . . TWO!
. . THREE! The crowd explodes with cheers when “Deadcruiser” blasts over the PA. Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners, THE CHAOTICS! The cheers continue as De Luca and Alexander get their arms raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics keep their momentum rolling as they run right through Bristow & Barnes in tag action! As dominate as that performance was, they know that the team of Smart Style will not go down as easily... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:11:59 GMT -5
Previously Recorded - AfterBurn for Final Frontier: Night Two Amanda Johnson is roaming the halls of the Times Union Center in Albany, New York after Final Frontier: Night 2 has concluded. The Flashpoint interviewer and the cameraman continue to walk until they come upon the locker room of Chandler Scott. Amanda gives a polite knock before entering the room. In front of them sits Chandler Scott, who is undoing the tape around his wrists. Amanda motions for the cameraman to follow her inside. The interviewer makes her way over to Scott and sits down on the bench next to him. Amanda Johnson: I'm here right now with Chandler Scott. Chandler, what are your thoughts are what just happened in the ring? Chandler doesn't acknowledge or presence. He continues to keep his head down and continues to undo the tape around each wrist. Chandler Scott: ... Amanda Johnson: ... um, how are you feeling right now? Chandler continues to ignore Amanda's questions. He clears his wrists of he tape before reaching down and untying his boots. Chandler Scott: ... Amanda Johnson: ... Can you tell us where Noelle Smith is and what's she's going through? Chandler Scott: ... Amanda sighs. Amanda Johnson: How about your thoughts on the shocking return on Ton- Chandler quickly slaps the microphone out of Amanda's hands, sending it flying across the room. Chandler Scott: ...Leave...Amanda takes her cue and quickly exits the room. The cameraman, however, remains focused on Chandler while he puts his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. He lets out an exhausted sigh. Chandler's concentration is soon broken when "STRAAAAAAVIIIITOOOOOOOOOOOOO" is soon shouted outside of his locker room. Upon hearing the phrase, Chandler quickly leaps up, nudges the cameraman out of his way and opens the door. He heads into the hall. Chandler scans the surrounding area. But there's no sign of Tony Carmine anywhere. Annoyed, Chandler heads back into the locker room and slams the door shut, sending the name plate on the door falling to the floor... |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:12:12 GMT -5
Our scene shifts to Amanda Johnson, who is sitting a coffee table in front of a black backdrop. Sitting across the table from her is Chandler Scott. The mood is much different from the last time that they spoke. The mood isn’t light, however. Far from it. But unlike last time, her interview subject isn’t stewing with anger and frustration. Amanda begin the interview… Amana Johnson: Joining me at this time is Chandler Scott. Or should I say a much calmer Chandler Scott. Chandler, welcome. Chandler flashes her a faint smile. Chandler Scott: Thank you for having me. Amana Johnson: Well, there's really no point in beating around the bush. So let's get right to it, shall we? Final Frontier. What did you think was going to happen at Final Frontier? Chandler exhales. Chandler Scott: What I thought was going to happen is exactly what did prior to me and my two teammates getting our hands raised. Ricky Valero ran his mouth for months on end but never pressed the issue with me. Him, Bristow, Barnes... they had no problem flexing their muscle against... Chandler gives an annoyed sigh... Chandler Scott: Stravito. Chandler rolls his eyes. Chandler Scott: They had no problem trying to intimidate and bully Noelle three on one. So I came into the picture and evened the odds. Both times I did, what happened? Chandler takes his index and middle fingers and moves them back and forth next to each other. Chandler Scott: He ran with his tail tucked between this legs. That told me everything I needed to know about Ricky Valero. I knew that at Final Frontier, he would find out the hard way why he should have left well enough alone. And that's what happened. I got him in the center of the ring, put on the Scott Lock and he tapped out. The music played. The three of us got our hands raised. That should have been the end of things. That should have been us leaving 2017 on a high note. Amana Johnson: But that's not how 2017 ended, did it? Chandler smirks before shaking his head. Chandler Scott: Heh... of course not. Amana Johnson: Yourself... Noelle Smith... "Stravito", you were all celebrating in the ring until Stravito double crossed you. You and Noelle, to be exact. How did that feel? Chandler rubs his chin. Chandler Scott: How did it feel? It felt like a kick to the balls. Chandler smacks himself on the forehead. Chandler Scott: Oh wait, that’s exactly what happened. Chandler gives Amanda a stern look. Chandler Scott: The next thing I know, I get a hard knee to the face and then... that's it. Total blackness. Lights out. I don't remember anything else that happened after that. What I remember next is being helped to the back and then being told that it was Tony. It was Tony Carmine the whole time. All of these months, it was that son of a bitch masquerading as El Stravito. Amana Johnson: To be fair, none of us saw it coming. Chandler waves off Amanda's attempt at trying to comfort him. Chandler Scott: It doesnt' matter. I should have saw it coming. Because this is what he does. This was just another stunt in the long list of stunts. From him claiming that he was old, fading away and dying on his deathbed when he fell and bumped his head two years ago... to his grand walkout on FGA after Cordy Stevenson bent him over her knee and spanked him for the fourth time... to him claiming to be some Master Shinobi or whatever the f*ck. This is what he does. He thought this company would go belly up without him. As if he was the straw that stirred the drink. As if he the end all, be all. As if this company had put all their eggs in his basket. But this company didn't go under without him, did it? Amana Johnson: No. Chandler Scott: This company didn't struggle without him. This company didn't die without him. While he continued to take his little potshots, this company continued to flourish without acknowledging his goddamn existence. What did 2017 see? FGA heading into new countries. FGA running bigger and better arenas. FGA expanding not just its roster to its largest size to date, but also its TV programming. With the addition of Flashpoint, FGA was now running two successful shows. No longer did you have to wait two weeks for your FGA fix. Your were getting greatness week in and week out... Chandler smirks. Chandler Scott: ... without Tony Carmine. Of course, that didn't sit well with Baby Tony, now did it? Of course not. FGA, succeeding... without him? FGA flourishing... and the spotlight's not on him? Oh no, that little petulant child couldn’t have that. Chandler Scott: So he donned the mask. He played his part. He played the long con. And guess what? He got what he wanted. Not only did he get the attention that he so desperately craved with that grand reveal at Final Frontier, he also got his revenge from the year prior, when I pinned him in the center of the ring to retain the World Championship. His goals were twofold. The big reveal would have no doubt put the spotlight on him. But he intentionally buddied up to me. He intentionally made me his target. To stick it to me after all this time. He could have gone after Cordy, Karma, or anyone, really. But I was his goal. His endgame was attacking yours truly. He's been bitter and tight ever since the Five Year Anniversary Show. He got one over on me at Final Frontier. Good for him. He can tee-hee and kee-kee all he wants after a job well done. He can cackle at the top of his lungs, roll over onto his back and kick his feet in the air all day after pulling off that con. But guess what, Amanda? Now, the other shoe is about to drop. Now he has to deal with what comes next. He chose his actions. He doesn't get to choose the consequences. Amana Johnson: Dare I ask what those consequences are? Chandler Scott: I know he's in this building or will be in this building at some point tonight. Now I could roam every hall, kick down every door, and turn over every table until I find him. I could search high and low, snatch a hold of him and ring his neck until he's blue in the face. But I'm not going to do that just yet because that would be playing into his game. He wants me to be unstable. He wants me to act irrationally. Instead, I've gone straight to the top. I've gone to the one person that can make things happen and that's GM Herrera. So instead of beating him down here tonight and snuffing out his comeback before it even starts, I'm going to get my hands on him at the next pay per view. The next Flashpoint-exclusive event, titled... Grapple Kingdom 2. And even though the event has the world "grapple" in its name, there will be no grappling in that match. It won't be the two of us trading holds in some technical masterpiece. It's going to be a fight. And it's going to be a fight that he’ll quickly regret starting. Amana Johnson: What happens at Grapple Kingdom 2? The camera slowly fades in on Chandler. There isn't a hint of a smirk on his face. He looks Amanda right in the eyes as he tells her... Chandler Scott: ... I’m going to beat the f*cking sh*t out of him. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Aug 24, 2018 8:12:41 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT (FINALS)
Noelle Smith vs. Savannah Taylor 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is your main event of the evening and it is for the FGA United States Championship! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada… SAAAAVANNAAAAH TAAAAYYYYLOORRRRR!!! 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 wrestled to a time limit draw against Fujiko Mine in the Quarterfinals of the 2016 Frontier Lions Cup. Just a few weeks ago, she lost to Evan Envi in the 2017 Frontier Lions Cup. Can Savannah Taylor win in the finals of her third singles FGA tournament? “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 her opponent, from Orlando, Florida… NOOOEEELLLLE SMIIIIITTHHHH!!! 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: Noelle Smith ran through Ricky Valero in the Quarterfinals and went on to defeat Brookford in the Semis. She is one win away from finally getting gold back around her waist here in FGA. Both of these competitors are former champions here. Smith, a former Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. Taylor, a former Pride Champion. One of these two grapplers will be leaving this ring with a title around their waist! One of these grapplers will make history tonight by becoming the inaugural FGA United States Champion! Here we go! The bell sounds as Taylor and Smith make their way out of their respective corners. Smith claps her hands while she circles the ring. The crowd quickly takes their cue from Smith and begins to join in with the clapping. The two finalists size each other up before making their way towards the center of the ring. They motion for a lock up when Taylor ducks under, goes behind Smith and applies a waist lock. Smith reaches down, pulls Taylor’s arms from around her waist and does a standing switch before applying a waist lock of her own. Taylor then nails Smith with a back elbow to the face, breaking the hold. After performing a standing switch of her own, she nails Smith in the lower back with a forearm strike. The boos continue as she takes Smith, turns her around and whips her into the corner. Smith arches her back as soon as it collides with the turnbuckles. Taylor runs over into the corner and throwing out a running hip strike. But Smith moves out of the way, causing Taylor to crash back-first into the corner. After a rope-assisted gamengiri, Smith hooks Taylor arm and throws her out of the corner with a hip toss. Smith holds her lower back before climbing up onto the middle ropes. Once Taylor returns to her feet and turns around, Smith brings her down with a diving crossbody. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Taylor kicks out. Smith picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Smith returns, she sees Taylor setting up for a back body drop. So she stops and places Taylor in a front facelock. The crowd cheers upon seeing Taylor set up for Swing, Set, Match. Before Smith can hit the move, Taylor immediately runs forward and moves Smith into the ropes. The ref scurries over and gives Smith to the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… As soon as Smith lets go, Taylor doubles her over with a hard shoulder thrust to the midsection. She the takes Smith, turns and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. After stepping out onto the apron, Taylor begins to wave up Smith. Smith slowly turns over and gets up on all fours. When Smith returns to her feet, Taylor knocks her back down with an Asai Moonsault! Geoff Penzer: The high risk once again pays off for the Las Vegas Siren here tonight! The boos continue as Taylor picks up Smith, grabs her around the waist, rams her back-first against the edge of the apron and then rolls her back inside. Taylor rolls herself back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Smith gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Smith, delivers an atomic drop and follows up with a russian leg sweep. She makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO!
. . Smith gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Smith, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle before hanging her in the Tree of Woe. The boos continue as Taylor kicks away as Smith before applying a foot choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Taylor breaks the hold. After making her way over into the opposite corner, Taylor runs across the ring, leaps off and connects with a hesitation dropkick to the face. After Smith falls down out of the corner, Taylor turns her over and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . Smith gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Taylor. Taylor picks up Smith, places her in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog. But Smith shoves her off into the ropes. When Taylor returns, Smith knocks her down with a jumping calf kick. Taylor returns to her feet and gets returned to the mat by another jumping calf kick. Smith holds her lower back as she grabs a hold of Taylor. She whips Taylor into the ropes. When Taylor returns, Smith knocks her down with a back elbow to the face. After Taylor gets up and turns around, Smith runs over and knocks her down with another back elbow. Smith picks up Taylor and moves her back across the ring with shoot kicks to the chest. After the last kick knocks Taylor into the ropes, Smith takes her and whips her into the far ropes. When Taylor returns, Smith knocks her down with a flying forearm smash. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Taylor kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Smith is on fire after turning this contest around! Smith picks up Taylor, places her in a Muay Thai Clinch and moves her into the corner before delivering alternating knee strikes to the face. She then releases the hold, steps back and nails Taylor with a Muay Thai front kick to the face. Smith reaches over, grabs Taylor and sends her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. She then runs across the ring to attack. But Taylor ducks and dumps her over the top rope. Instead of falling to the floor, Smith lands safely on the apron. When Taylor turns around, Smith catches her with another rope-assisted gamengiri, knocking her back. While Taylor is still dazed, Smith begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once she gets one foot on the top turnbuckle, Taylor runs into the corner, runs up to the middle ropes and nails Smith with a punch to the face. Smith answers back with a punch of her own. Taylor then nails Smith another punch. Smith comes back with another punch of her own. The two grapplers then grab each other by the backs of their necks with their left hand while trading fists with their right hands. The exchange of blows continues until they slow down and eventually stop. Smith catches her second wind first and nails Taylor with a forearm strike… then another… and another. Smith then hits a forearm strike, sending Taylor down to the canvas. Smith steps up onto the top turnbuckle with her other foot before crouching down. She waits patiently as Taylor begins to stir on the mat. After turning over on all fours, Taylor begins to slowly pick herself back up. Once she turns towards the corner and looks up, Smith stands up, leaps off and goes for a flying crossbody block. But Taylor rolls out of the way, causing Smith to crash onto the canvas! While Smith remains face-down on the canvas, Taylor steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as she leaps off and crashes down across Smith’s back with a Frog Splash! Taylor rolls her over and makes the cover. Geoff Penzer: Taylor with a Frog Splash on Smith’s hurt back. This could be it right here... ONE!
. . TWO! . . TH-NO! The crowd cheers when Smith gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Smith, brings her into the corner and lifts her up onto the middle ropes. After stepping out onto the apron, Taylor climbs the ropes, reaches back, places Smith in a three quarter facelock, flips back inside the ring and brings Smith down with Welcome to Sin City! The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Smith gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Smith is not done yet! She still has plenty of fight left in her! Taylor pulls up Smith back to her feet, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster! She turns over and makes the cover. ONE!
. . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Smith gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Again, Smith gets the shoulder up! Taylor is looking around in disbelief and I can’t say I blame her! I thought it was over, too! Taylor brings Smith back to her feet and lifts her up for another brainbuster. On the way up, Smith knees her in the head. After slipping back down in front of Taylor, Smith throws out a roundhouse kick. But Taylor swats it away before bashing Smith with a forearm strike to the face. She then turns and runs into the ropes. Upon her return, Smith knocks her down with a spinning heel kick! The crowd cheers as Smith pulls herself over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO!
. . Taylor gets her shoulder up. Smith picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses, brings Smith down with a drop toe hold and quickly transitions into the Ace of Spades (double leg Muta Lock). The ref gets down and asks Smith if she wants to give up. But Smith declines. She reaches out for the ropes, but she’s nowhere near them. Taylor then begins to apply more pressure by repeatedly yanking back on the neck. Smith wails as she remains trapped in the hold. The ref continues to ask her if she wants to give up. But Smith refuses every opportunity to quit. As the crowd starts to rally behind Smith, she slowly begins to pull herself across the ring. The further Smith gets, the louder the crowd gets. Taylor shakes her head in disbelief that Smith is making her way across the ring. She then reaches out… and grabs the bottom rope. Cheers and applause can be heard in support of Smith. But the cheers quickly turn to boos when Taylor refuses to break the hold. The ref then gives her to the count of five to break the hold. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Taylor reluctantly lets go. She then takes Smith and tosses her out onto the apron. After stepping out onto the apron, the crowd gasps when Taylor pulls up Smith and tries to lift her up for a brainbuster on the apron. But Smith blocks the move. So Taylor tries to muscle Smith up for another brainbuster. But again, Smith blocks the move. So Taylor lets go and nails Smith with a right hand. Smith comes back with a punch of her own. Taylor then nails Smith with another right hand. Smith answers back with another punch of her own. Taylor throws another right hand. This time, Smith ducks and counters with a punch of her own. She nails Taylor with another punch… and another… and another. The crowd cheers when Smith doubles Taylor over with a kick to the midsection before delivering the Swing, Set, Match off the apron and to the floor! Geoff Penzer: Taylor’s down! But so is Smith! While both grapplers remain motionless on the outside, the ref starts his count. ONE! TWO!
THREE! FOUR! Smith turns over on all fours! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Smith pulls herself up using the edge of the apron before rolling herself back inside! EIGHT! NINE! TE- Taylor rolls back in at the last second! Geoff Penzer: Taylor just made it back in! Taylor slowly turns over on all fours. When she gets up on her knees, Smith blasts her with a buzzsaw kick to the head. Smith nails her with another buzzsaw kick, then a third for good measure. She drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd boos when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Smith picks up Taylor and whips her into the ropes. She goes for a hurricanrana. But she throws it out too early, allowing Taylor to hook her arms around the top rope. The crowd boos when Smith falls and lands hard on her back. While the ref kneels down and attends to Smith, Taylor staggers into the corner and immediately begins untying the rope behind the top turnbuckle. Geoff Penzer: What in the world is Taylor over there doing? Taylor continues to untie the rope until she rips off the pad, exposing the steel turnbuckle. The ref turns around and sees Taylor with the pad in her hand. So he gets up and admonishes Taylor for exposing the top turnbuckle pad. But Taylor pays him no mind. She then does a double take when Smith runs over and connects with a front dropkick, sending Taylor flying backwards into the corner! The crowd cheers when Taylor smacks the back of her neck against the exposing turnbuckle! While Taylor writhes in pain in the corner, Smith heads over, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches her while the crowd counts along. crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TE- Taylor grabs Smith, takes a few steps out of the corner and falls back, hotshotting Smith throat-first across the top rope. The crowd boos as Smith crumbles to the mat. Taylor then drags her over to the center of the ring before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THRE-NO! The crowd gasps, then cheers when Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Smith got her shoulder up? She got her shoulder up! Taylor pulls up Smith and goes for a brainbuster when she lowers Smith down before holding the back of her neck. Once Smith starts to come to, Taylor quickly stands upright and blasts her with a roundhouse kick. While Smith is dazed, Taylor grabs her, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster! Taylor returns to her feet, lifts up Smith’s leg, turns her over and applies the Heartless Angel (Stretch Muffler). The ref asks Smith if she wants to give up. When Smith refuses, Taylor pulls back on the hold. Smith howls in pain while she’s trapped in the hold. The ref continues to ask her if she wants to give up. Smith continues to decline. She then begins to pull herself across the ring. But Taylor is having none of that. So she drags Smith back towards the center of the ring and applies a kneeling Stretch Muffler. Taylor applies as much pressure as she can while she’s got Smith pinned down in the center of the ring. The ref drops back down and asks Smith if she wants to give up. But Smith still refuses. After putting her palms down on the apron, she slowly pushes herself up, causing Taylor’s right leg to slip off her back. Taylor shakes her head in disbelief as Smith again makes her way towards the ropes. The crowd cheers Smith on. She’s almost made it to the ropes. Smith reaches out. But Taylor drags Smith all the way back to the center of the ring! While keeping the Heartless Angel applied, Taylor begins to repeatedly stomp away at the back of Smith’s head. Smith cringes after each stomp to the back of the head. The ref gets down and asks Smith if she wants to give up. Smith continues to refuses. So Taylor continues to stomp away. Smith tries her best to weather the storm. But her body eventually goes limp. Once the ref determines that Smith is unconscious, he moves Taylor off of Smith before calling for the bell. The crowd erupts with boos as “Just Close Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner and now, the neeeeeeeeeewwwwwww FGA United States Champion, SAVANNAH TAYLOR! The boos continues as Taylor is handed the United States Championship. Taylor kisses the belt before raising it over her head. Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor has done it! She is the now the inaugural FGA United States Champion after defeating Noelle Smith here in the Finals! Smith wasn’t pinned. She wasn't submitted. But after being knocked unconscious by those stomps to the back of the head, the referee had no choice but to call for the bell. While the ref attends to Smith, Taylor heads to the outside, walks backwards up the ramp and holds the US Title over her head while the crowd continues to boo... ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena to signify the reigning and defending champion of Frontier Wrestling Arts, the man they call Johnny Karma, is about to make his entrance As Bonham's intro reaches it's crescendo and Jimmy Page (not that one) does his work, Karma walks out at the top of the ramp with Cherry Baum by his side and the title draped over his shoulder before he comes to a halt and raising the title high in the air for a moment to a roar of approval from the crowd, before entrusting the belt to Cherry as he hands it to her to place over her shoulder as they begin their walk toward the ring Once the pair reach ringside, Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron as Cherry follows him and hands him the title, at which point Karma turns to face the audience and slowly raising the title high into the air once more to let everyone know who's the champ, before he steps through the ropes that Cherry has been perched upon to climb into the ring Once inside the ring, Karma unfastens the top button of his shirt as Cherry goes to fetch a couple of ring mics, and once Cherry returns and hands Karma a mic Karma looks out into the St Paul crowd as his music fades out, wearing a proud expression on his face as he holds the F WA World Championship title as close to his heart as the basic anatomy of his shoulder region allows, and once he has a moment of quiet he raises the microphone to his lips so he can speak Johnny Karma: ...has anyone checked to see if Dom Harter's recovered yet? Karma looks over to Cherry, and the two exchange a few words that the mic doesn't pick up Cherry Baum: Based on what went down on Vertigo, I don’t think he’s doing too well right now. Johnny Karma: From the very moment that I won this title, all I've heard is how it will be a matter of time before The New Murder took hold of it and began to rule this company. But here's the problem with that plan: you've had two bites of that particular cherry, and both times the result's been the same. That's why I'm stood here with the title right now, while over on Vertigo neither Dom nor Molly Reid had a title to hold between the two of them. Karma can't help but pat the title for emphasis Johnny Karma: Now that I think a little harder, it seems that a lot of Dom Harter's proclamations for Final Frontier failed to happen. Lowri Moss didn't curl up and die at the thought of facing Dom Harter, she dug deep and overcame everything he threw at her, while Jimmy Page withstood everything and every one Chris Bond threw at him to take him out. At the risk of sounding remarkably like a trombenik, I'll have to say that it wasn't the finest evening in The New Murder's history. As the crowd cheer, Karma gestures for them to tone it down just a little Johnny Karma: You know, as easy as it is to brag after the fact, there's no denying that on the night Molly Reid showed why she got to be in a position to challenge for the title. She brought everything she had to the match, and there's no denying there were a couple of moments where a hair's breadth was the difference between her winning and losing, so while there's some satisfaction in giving Dom Harter an essay's worth of words to choke on that's no reason to dismiss what she brought to the table or write her off as a contender. No, she reminded me that the stakes are so much higher for me right now and if I'm standing across the ring from somebody to defend the title, that means they earned the right to be there and I have to earn the right to... Karma trails off as “Can You Feel It?” blasts onto the PA system without warning, prompting a loud reaction from the Xcel Energy Center. The familiar violet-colored lights strobe throughout the arena before the camera pans to the ramp, revealing Evan Envi, dressed in his tights and a purple #47 jersey despite not being scheduled for competition. Geoff Penzer: A… subtle interruption. Envi moves to the edge of the ramp, looking out into the audience with a smirk as the mixed-- albeit mainly supportive-- reaction of St. Paul continues. Flashing the double “V” sign, he backs up and turns his attention back toward the ring, grinning a bit as he eyes its occupants, briskly walking down to ringside. Geoff Penzer: And here comes the winner of the 2017 Frontier Lions Cup, the number one contender to the Undisputed Championship, the Chief-- Evan Envi! Envi lingers on the apron for a moment, glancing first at Cherry Baum and then finally at Johnny Karma, a broad smile crossing his face before he steps over the middle rope and into the ring, moving between Karma and Cherry toward the opposite side of the ring, rising to the middle turnbuckle to raise his arms in the air, mic in one hand, a “V” signal in the other before he glances back to Karma over his shoulder and hops down to the apron, slowly making his way toward the center of the ring as his music fades. The audience applauds at the sight of champion and challenger, beginning a dueling chant within seconds. ”FORTY-SEVEN!” ”JOHNNY KARMA!”
”FORTY-SEVEN!” ”JOHNNY KARMA!”
”FORTY-SEVEN!” ”JOHNNY KARMA!”
”FORTY-SEVEN!” ”JOHNNY KARMA!” Envi smirks out at the audience, a satisfied half-smile working its way across his face. He turns back to the Undisputed Champion and raises the mic toward his lips. Evan Envi: Sorry. I was trying to wait until you were done, but dudes in the back heard you take a long pause or a deep breath or somethin and they hit my music, and I-- ever the professional-- had to make my way out here. And I know… I know you were in the middle of saying something, and I tried to tell dude in the back that, but he was like nah, it’s fine, go, but… Envi takes a breath and raises a hand toward Karma. Evan Envi: Imma let you finish. He shortens the raised hand to a raised index finger, motioning for Karma to hold on “one moment.” Evan Envi: ...in one second-- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF SAN PAOLO, MINNESOTA, PLEASE ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE 2017 FRONTIER LIONS’ CUP WINNER... it’s your boy, MEEEEE! A thunderous-- mainly positive-- reaction erupts throughout the arena again and Envi rushes past Karma and Cherry, leaping onto the turnbuckles again, raising the mic in one hand and the signature “V” in the other, soaking up the energy of the audience. Envi looks back over his shoulder toward Karma again, eyes widening in realization before he steps down from the turnbuckles and moves forward, gesturing toward the champion. Evan Envi: Sorry. Hello, friend. Evan’s simple gesture evolves into an extended hand, waiting for a handshake as he looks toward Johnny Karma. With Evan standing there with his hand extended, Karma looks from Evan, to his hand, and then over to Cherry Johnny Karma: I really need to start doing interviews via satellite to stop this sort of thing from happening… Turning his attention back to Evan, Karma keeps him hanging for a moment longer as he sizes up his future opponent - before he reciprocates Evan’s earlier gesture by holding up a finger in a “give me a moment” gesture. Envi raises a brow, but keeps the small smile on his face, hand still extended as the Undisputed Champion goes on. Johnny Karma: So as you may have noticed in the past minute or so, you’re not alone in the ring right now. After all there’s you, there’s me, there’s Miss Baum, and there’s... Rather than labour the point, Karma merely taps a finger against the faceplate of the title that’s resting on his shoulder to make sure he’s clear enough without having to beat the point to death for the sake of beating a point to death Johnny Karma: But I wouldn’t want to leave you hanging, so… Karma firmly grips Evan’s hand as he accepts the offer of a handshake Johnny Karma: ...congratulations on your Frontier Lions Cup victory, Evan, and I’m sure that you understand everything that comes with it. As he releases Evan’s hand, Karma makes sure to keep and eye on him just in case he goes for a cheap shot, although the cheap shot is not forthcoming. Evan takes a step back, using both hands to hold the mic as he nods to himself, seeming to ponder something. Evan Envi: I do indeed… He takes a deep breath and looks at Karma, smile returning to the challenger’s face. Evan Envi: And I’m not gonna lie-- there were points during the match where I figured the person standing across from me in the ring right now would be Molly Reid. I thought the New Murder was finally gonna make good on their word and secure the Undisputed Championship and I mean… I prepared myself for that. But you proved me wrong. Everyone that doubted you looked stupid at the end of the day, myself included, so congratulations, sir. Legit, I shouldn’t have doubted you. Should’ve known better. His eyes drift toward the championship and then back up to Karma. Evan Envi: And at Final Frontier, at the conclusion of Night Two, standing there still the Undisputed Champion… in that moment you were the baddest dude in wrestling. Fact. The audience applauds the praise, but Envi doesn’t allow the moment to exist on its own for more than a few seconds. Evan Envi: But this… this right here? All of this… Envi points out toward the arena, earning a cheap pop from the Minnesota crowd. He performs a half-turn before slowly turning back to Karma, arm still extended to gesture toward the champion and the championship belt. Evan Envi: This moment we’re existing in… this is the very beginning of the end of your championship reign. Envi’s lowered tone as he says it, earning an audible ”OOOOH…” from the audience. Waiting a moment for the crowd noise to die down, Karma looks at Evan and he doesn't seem impressed as he raises the mic to his lips once more Johnny Karma: Right there, that right there, is where you’re going wrong Evan. You already convinced yourself that I wouldn't be holding onto this… Once again Karma taps the faceplate of the title as he speaks, adding emphasis to what he says Johnny Karma: ...beyond Final Frontier, an assumption that was so wide of the mark it’s probably stranded on a desert island on the exact opposite side of the planet to where the mark is, and yet you’re standing here saying that it’s alright, I’ll just be dropping the title to the next challenger who comes along - and that just so happens to be you. Karma pauses for a beat. Envi’s eyes have remained glued to the face of the championship since Karma tapped the faceplate, as if mesmerized, but with a hard blink he looks back into Karma’s eyes. Johnny Karma: You’re right about one thing, Evan, and that’s the part where you said that you should’ve known better, because after seeing me come through everything Dom Harter’s Flying Circus could throw at me you really should know better than to assume that it’s a mere formality that you’ll be next champion. But don’t worry, Evan, you’ll find this out soon enough. The firm tone Karma is taking with Evan earns a second audible ”OOOOH…” from the crowd, which causes Karma to gesture in their direction to underline what he said Johnny Karma: Lucky for you there’s a few weeks where you get to realise this. Envi’s eyes drift down toward the belt once more before up at Karma, the smile all-but faded from Envi’s face. “When the Levee Breaks” hits the PA as Cherry Baum and the Undisputed Champion exit the ring. Envi turns away, shaking his head a little, visibly discontent about how the conversation went. Geoff Penzer: Evan Envi came out here with a lot of fire; a lot of energy, but it looks like Johnny Karma, at least for the time being, just extinguished that. He put a lot of things into perspective here tonight, including the idea that the Chief might be getting ahead of himself. Envi says that what we’re living in now are the closing moments of a monumental championship reign after a monumental climb to the top-- but Johnny Karma isn’t amused, and has no intention of being pushed off the top of the mountain. Not by the New Murder, and not by Camp Envi. Karma hoists his championship up once more to a roar from the crowd as Envi lingers in the background, hands resting on his hips as he mutters under his breath, shaking his head again as we fade away. |
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