Flashpoint (01.27.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed plays as a video package is shown of various FGA grapplers making their way through various entranceways. The video then switches to various FGA grapplers getting kicked, punched, slammed, suplexed and dropped onto the mat....

Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find

I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me...

After dramatic slow motion shots of various grapplers flipping off the top turnbuckle, the video switches to the Flashpoint logo as the chorus kicks in.



The video fades to an outside shot of the Resch Center in Green Bay, WS. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd...

Geoff Penzer: Hello fans and welcome to another installment of Flashpoint! I am your host, Geoff Penzer! We continue our road to Grappling Kingdom 2 here in Green Bay, Wisconsin! Tonight, we will see many of the champions of Flashpoint in non-title action. To start, it’ll be Champion vs. Champion when the reigning 15 Champion Neon takes on one half of the reigning World Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander! Neon snuck away with the 15 Championship a few weeks ago at Final Frontier. Her winning the championship was something that hasn’t sat well with the fans or Brian Stryker. When asked about having the legacy he left with the 15 Title being in the hands on someone like Neon, Papa Stryker didn’t shy away from letting his feelings be known. Of course, this didn’t sit well with Neon and she ended up costing Stryker his match two weeks ago in the US Title Tournament as retaliation. It’ll be interesting to see how Stryker responds. On the other side of the ring, Alexander and his partner Ashlyn De Luca are still dealing with the persistent Smart Style. Those two teams will finally go two-on-two for the Tag Titles at Grapple Kingdom!

Also here tonight, Chandler Scott goes up against “El Stravito”! I’m just as confused as everyone else is, since Stravito unmasked him at Final Frontier, revealing to the world that he was Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine this entire time. Is this another stunt on the part of Tony Carmine? We hope to get some answers here tonight.

Then in our main event, it’s our second Champion vs. Champion encounter when FGA Undisputed Champion Johnny Karma goes up against the other half of the reigning World Tag Team Champions, Ashlyn De Luca! De Luca had what many would describe as an incredible run in 2017 between FGA, HKW and SSWA. A win here tonight over the Undisputed Champion would be huge for De Luca. However, she doesn’t come into this match at 100% after taking a nasty fall at Divine Supremacy! How effective will she be and will Karma go after the injured leg? We’ll find out in tonight’s main event!

Also on tap for tonight is the FGA in-ring debut of Liam Richardson the Third when he takes on Robbie Black! We’ve got the in-ring championship celebration for the brand new United States Champion, Savannah Taylor! We’ve got the official contract signing between Johnny Karma and Evan Envi for Grapple Kingdom 2! But coming up right now is the in-ring debut of Patrick Jones! So let’s send it to the ring where Melanie Sierra is ready to give the ring introductions. Take it away, Mel!

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Patrick Jones vs. Ria Escárcega

"I Won't Back Down" by Burn Halo fills the arena. At the first drum beats, a spotlight flickers on the entrance way with Jones coming out as the bass starts in a surge of energy. He spins a full circle with his arms stretched out to revel in the crowd's energy. The spin completes at the top of the ramp where Jones drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. PJ takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky! Weighing in at 235 pounds… PATRICK JOOOOOONNNESSSS!!!

He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, giving another, slower spin just to drink in the environment.

Geoff Penzer: Patrick Jones made his on-camera debut two weeks ago here on Flashpoint. Now it’s time for the technician to step back into the ring. Long-time wrestling fans know Jones from his stint in VoW, the same company that the likes of Owen Gonsalves, Ace Watson, Tyler Storm and Seth Iser were all alumnus of. We’ve seen the the level of skill that those four men have showcased over on Vertigo for the past few weeks and months. So we’re expecting big things over here in the Flashpoint Zone from Jones.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, already in the ring… RIA ESCARCEGA!

The crowd boos as Escácega throws her arms into the air.

Geoff Penzer: Big opportunity here tonight for Escárcega. A win here over someone of Jones’ caliber would put a lot of eyes on the SCCW trainee.

The match begins with grapplers starting this off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Escárcega places Jones in a side headlock. She’s then quickly shoves Jones  off and into the ropes. When she returns, Jones knocks her down with a standing shoulder block. He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Jones comes back, Escárcega returns to her feet and leapfrogs over him. Jones continues to run the ropes. When he returns, Escárcega goes for a hip toss. But Jones hops through it and counters with a hip toss of his own. Escárcega returns to her feet, only to get returned to the mat with a dropkick. A second dropkick sends her through the ropes and onto the apron. Jones goes over to grab her. But she quickly ducks and counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. The boos continues when she grabs Jones by the back of the neck with both hands and delivers a hangman across the top rope. While Jones turns and staggers away from the ropes, Escárcega rolls back in, runs up from behind and brings him down with a bulldog! She turns Jones over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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Jones kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Escárcega with an early nearfall!

Escárcega picks up Jones, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. She then goes for an irish whip. But Jones reverses, sending her into the opposite corner. He then runs across the ring to attack. But he gets knocked back by a boot to the face. Escárcega then runs out of the corner to attack. But Jones brings her down with a pair of arm drags. After Escárcega gets back up, Jones grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Escárcega returns, Jones sets up for a back body drop. But Escárcega is able to counter with a knee lift. She then turns and runs back into the ropes. When Escárcega returns, Jones doubles her over with a spinning back kick to the midsection before throwing her down with a gutwrench suplex! He then brings Escárcega back up, lifts her up from the side and brings her down with a belly to back suplex. While Escárcega is still down, Jones steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers a flying elbow drop! Jones then sets up in the corner and waits for Escárcega to get into position. Once Escárcega returns to her feet and turns around, Jones comes out of the corner and connects with Zoned Out (superkick). The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “I Won’t Back Down” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, PATRICK JONES!

The cheers continue as Jones gets his arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Patrick Jones get the routine victory over Ria Escárcega. Jones starts his FGA career off on the right foot. But it only gets tougher from here. We look forward to seeing how he adjusts down the road. We’ll be back with more action right after this!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

"Short Change Hero" by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;

There’s a chorus of boo’s that commence, echoing through the arena as Mark Storm emerges from the mist of smoke, chewing gum calmly as he takes off his shades and stares down at the ring. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the boos of the audience.

Geoff Penzer:  Your Hero and Mine made it to the semi finals a fortnight ago after beating Dan Herrera in the quarter finals of the United States Championship tournament. He came up short in the semi finals to the eventual winner Savannah Taylor but nevertheless, it was an impressive showing from the trailblazer who's continuing to show why he is one of the most sought out talents in the world.

He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp.

This ain't no place for no hero.  
This ain't no place for no better man.  
This ain't no place for no hero  
To call "home."

Geoff Penzer: But despite the win over Dan, it came with a lot of negativity when after the match Storm put a beat down on Herrera with Liam Richardson the Third, a man who has been signed to the company since the beginning of September last year but had yet to make his debut. He not only showed the world who he was last week, he aligned himself with Mark Storm and tonight debuts against Robbie Black.

At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring.

Storm grabs a microphone from one of the crew on the outside. Walking over to the centre of the ring, Storm remains calm and composed - despite the volume in the arena picking up a little. He licks his dry lips, and waits patiently for the thunderous boos to die down. But they don’t.

Mark Storm: Your Hero, and Mine.

Like he always does, he starts with his signature catchphrase and a smirk that makes you want to punch his teeth straight down his throat. He looks at the camera, somehow managing to know where it is and he winks cheekily, waiting for the cheers to die down but like always, they're not dying down at all. She shakes his head and with his free hand, places it on his hips.

Mark Storm: Boo me all you want ladies and gentlemen, that doesn't change the fact that I'm your hero. That doesn't change the fact that I'm your favorite wrestler. That doesn't change the fact that I am the best wrestler on this Flashpoint brand and the only thing that's keeping it interesting. You know, I don't have to do this... I don't have to show up every Saturday, and constantly put on five star matches for you. You don't deserve me and you never did. But this isn't about what you deserve. It's about what you need and right now you people need me now more than ever because we're about to enter a new age. A new chapter to Frontier Grappling Arts and you people, you need someone who's gonna lead this brand right to the top and shoot those ratings through the roof! Savannah Taylor can't do that. Noelle Smith can't do that. Robbie Black can't do that. And Dan Herrera certainly can't do that.

"BOOOOOOOO!"

The noise in the arena picks up and he can't help but bite his lip in frustration, closing his eyes and waiting for a moment to speak. But that moment isn't coming. And for a while, you'd think that moment may never come. So he snaps.

Mark Storm: Would you just, shut up and let me speak? I mean GOD! Like I said, I don't need this! I could pack my bags, terminate my contract here and wrestle exclusively for Four Corners Wrestling - do you guys want that?!

"YESSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Mark Storm: Well I'm not going to do that.

"BOOOOOOOO!"

Mark Storm: Like I said, you need me more than I need you and the sooner you accept that, the better. Now last week, I understand my actions after my match against Dan were questionable. Why, Mark? Why did you attack the beloved Dan Herrera? Even after I beat him fair and square and proved that I am, and always have been better than him. It's simple. I needed to make an example out of him. I needed to show everybody in the back that you can't come out here and disrespect, not on my time! That's what he did, so I did what I had to do. And as you know, well... just take a look.

The boos continue as Storm gets his arm raised.

Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm advances after defeated Dan Herrera in what was a hot first round matchup. Storm was just the better man here tonight.

Peaches heads into the ring and slowly helps Herrera to his feet. Storm stops celebrating for a moment and heads over to Herrera. Both men stare each other down before Storm extends his hand for a handshake. Herrera looks down at the hand, then back up at Storm’s face. He shakes his head from side to side before smacking Storm's hand away from him. The crowd cheers at Herrera’s refusal to shake hands with Storm. Storm just smirks before turning his offered hand into a finger gun. He points it square at Herrera’s face… only to slowly turn to is right and aim at Peaches! Peaches gives him a confused looked. But things become clear when Liam Richardson III slides in, hooks Peaches’ from behind and throws her down with a release tiger suplex!

Geoff Penzer: What the hell! That’s Liam Richardson the Third! What is he doing here!? He was drafted months ago, but he’s never appeared in the ring until just now!

Herrera goes to attack Richardson when Storm turns Herrera back towards him, lifts him upside down and plants him with a Tombstone Piledriver!

Richardson picks up Peaches, scoops her up across his shoulders, runs forward and delivers a fireman’s carry slam. He then springboards onto the middle ropes before flipping back and connecting with a moonsault. Richardson then reaches down, peels Peaches from off the canvas and holds her in place. While Richardson continues to keep Peaches held in the air, Storm picks up Herrera and lifts him up across his shoulders before delivering the Dystopia! Richardson soon follows, planting Peaches with Four Our Majesty! (modified brainbuster). The crowd erupts with boos as the two men stand tall over Peaches and Herrera...

He wipes the tears from the corner of his eyes, after crying from laughter.

Mark Storm: Man that gets me every time... but without further adieu, I'd like to introduce you all to a good friend of mine.

Playing through the arena is Arsonist Lullabye by Hozier and the lights in the arena dim. Emerging from the back accompanied by Gregory Murphy is Liam Richardson who stands at the top of the entrance ramp, his face vacant from any emotion. He looks up at the heavens, allowing jeers to echo through the arena as Murphy applauds him from behind.

THE KINGDOM'S ASSASSIN!

Appearing on the screen behind him are the following words which only encourage more boo's to echo through the arena but Liam doesn't care. He isn't even acknowledging the fans as he walks down the entrance ramp, his hands by his side and his eyes fixated on the four sided ring. He stops, chewing his gum and looking at the fans nearby, turning his head away from them and continuing his circle around the ring.

Geoff Penzer: Here he is. The man who assisted Mark Storm last week in the beatdown of Dan Herrera and Peaches, the former tag team champions. We don't know much about this kid at the moment but I'm guessing over the next couple of weeks, we're going to find out.

Boo's echo through the arena as Liam leaps on the apron, entering the ring and rushing to the ropes, bouncing off of them and heading to the opposite set. He then stops and looks at Mark Storm, both men nodding their heads at one another.

Mark Storm: You know, when Gregory Murphy told me about this kid. I didn't buy it. I thought, hell, he's just another kid who's gonna come and go. He's not going to last. But then I saw what this kid can do, and I started to believe. When I look at you Liam, I see a kid with so much potential. You have this tenacious aggressiveness about you, you're ready for war and that's the only people I wanna align myself with, Liam. So what do you say? You ready for war?

Mark Storm throws up a "too sweet" salute, a smile on his face as he does so. Liam smirks, before connecting his "too sweet" with Mark's. The fans begin to boo as they both nod their heads with smiles.

Mark Storm:  But you know what you gotta do, right?

Storm turns his head in the direction of Gregory Murphy. Gregory suddenly looks uneasy, looking at Mark with a face of confusion, who's turned his head back at Liam and places a hand on his shoulder. He nods his head and says something away from the microphone. Liam nods his head and then turns his attention on Gregory Murphy, who's holding his hands up.

Geoff Penzer: Oh you can't be serious...

He kicks his former manager/agent in the gut and hoists him into position, planting him hard onto the canvas with his signature "Four Our Majesty" brainbuster! The crowd gasps in astonishment and Mark Storm nods his head in appreciation, grabbing the arm of Liam and throwing it up in the air - showing him off like he's some type of new toy.

Mark Storm: Welcome to the Dogs of War, LIAM RICHARDSON!

Short Change Hero plays through the speakers and the fans are left speechless as Mark grabs a t-shirt from outside of the ring that displays the emblem of his faction well known within the industry. Liam grabs it and takes off his shirt, replacing it with this new Dogs of War tee that he wears proudly.    

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

We cut backstage once more to see Johnny Karma standing in front of the dressing room mirror, weighing up the pros and cons of the white short-sleeved shirt he's holding in one hand compared to the official FWA merchandise he's holding in the other, and while he does so the face of Cherry Baum appears over his shoulder

Cherry Baum: I'm not so sure about your new choice of ringwear, J-K.

Karma chuckles at Cherry's comment

Johnny Karma: Just trying to work out which gives off the better image for this evening's contract signing, as the choices are the crisp and professional...

Karma holds up the short-sleeved shirt once more

Johnny Karma: ...or to stay on-brand and remind Evan Envi who he'll be facing.

Karma then holds up the t-shirt

Johnny Karma: Or I could have my cake and eat it and simply wear one on top of the other, and as long as I remember to put them on in the right order I'll have the best of both – and the lingering feeling deep inside my kishka that I was devoting far too much time to something that could’ve been decided by a coin flip.

Taking a seat on a nearby bench, Cherry maintains eye contact with Karma the entire time

Cherry Baum: Do you think you’re maybe putting a bit too much thought into this?

Johnny Karma: You’re right.  Shirt over the t-shirt it is.

For a moment Karma tries to act as if the conversation has moved on, but he can feel Cherry’s eyes peering into his soul

Cherry Baum: You know that’s not what I meant.  You’re not thinking about what’s comfortable for you, you’re thinking of the image of you that you’re supposed to be giving off.  And what was with the way you were speaking down to Evan at the last show?  That’s hardly you.

Johnny Karma: Well, I can’t help but notice that I’ve been getting handed a lot more notes when I’m walking backstage than I used to.  What I should be presenting about the brand, what I should be projecting about the company, how I should be carrying myself as a champion, and believe me it does start to get to you when you’re getting this when going to and coming from a bathroom break.  Again…

Cherry can’t help but notice a couple of conspicuously empty water bottles placed on the bench beside her, and she scooches just a little bit further away from them

Johnny Karma: As for how I talked to Evan, or talked down to him, he wanted to be cute about the match we’d be having as if it was nothing more than a stroll in the park for him so I let him know what it was like to be spoken to like a fly squaring up to the windshield headed towards them on the freeway.  If he wants to talk to me like a man, then he can talk to me like a man – but if he wants to talk to me like a punk, he’ll be spoken to and treated as a grubber yung until he learns a little respect, and it’s not me he needs to respect but the title he’ll be challenging for a lot sooner than he realises.

It finally dawns on Karma that, the whole time he’s been talking, he still has his hands full with his various pieces of apparel.  After letting out a frustrated groan, he hangs the two shirts up on a nearby rail, then continues

Johnny Karma: I mean I could be thanking my lucky stars that, for the first time in forever, I’m going up against somebody who doesn’t have two or three or four people jumping me from behind so the whole group of them can stomp me into the canvas until they start to get tired, but if anyone counts that as a win then there’s something wrong with them.  More than anything else though, I remember back when I was the flip guy saying everyone I faced was just hanging around until I beat them and brushing off anything and everything they ever did before, and I remember the high-to-low ratio for that…and that reminds me, I should probably see if I can have a word with Ashlyn De Luca before or after our match tonight, since she’s been bumping into somebody with a similar attitude who thinks they’ve already arrived quite a lot lately.

Karma pauses as he works the horrid feeling of saying “lot lately” out of his mouth

Johnny Karma: So if I get to choose what I wear when showing up for a contract signing gives me a little bit of freedom, then I’m all for it.  And that’s something else, tonight’s the first time I get to feel free in a few weeks because nobody’s going to be handing me notes during my match against Ashlyn later tonight…at least I hope nobody’s going to try it, so I get to do the one thing I’ve always wanted to do: have a darned good match that proves I’m pretty good at what I do.

There’s a brief moment of silence after Karma says the last thing he said, until Cherry picks herself up off the bench and approaches Karma, reaching past him to pick the t-shirt off the rail

Cherry Baum: Always remember that you’re you, J-K, and you shouldn’t let what people think you should be define the way you are.

As she hands the t-shirt to Karma, Cherry then raises an eyebrow

Cherry Baum: Also, remember to put this on before the other thing.  You don’t want to go to the ring dressed like a stockbroker at the weekend.

With that said, Cherry taps a finger on the side of Karma’s face

Cherry Baum: Give me a shout when you’ve got changed.

Having said what she needed to say, Cherry breezes past Karma and heads out the locker room door, giving him a little privacy so he can prepare himself for the contract signing later tonight.

[FGA Office]

We cut to the backstage area, opening up on the pleasant but subtle smile of Flashpoint’s General Manager, Hadley Herrera. We pan out a bit, revealing the FGA Tag Team Champions to a roar from the belly of Green Bay’s Resch Center. While Hadley stands behind her desk, Logan and Ashlyn stand on either side of it. Logan stands with his arms crossed in front of him, quietly observing , while De Luca wears a faint smile, drumming her pen along the tabletop for a moment.

Ashlyn De Luca: ...looks legit.

Hadley Herrera: Yeah?

Her smile broadens a bit, clearly proud of her efforts.

Hadley Herrera: I’ll admit, I was getting a little nervous as the weeks went by but I’m glad I was finally able to sway you over to the “A” brand. And with one last signature, it’s official-- Ashlyn De Luca is officially a part of FGA’s Flashpoint brand.

Logan Alexander: After a faithful negotiation and with no posturing to boot.

Ashlyn shakes her head a little, looking up at Logan.

Ashlyn De Luca: Feeeeel like we shoulda dragged this out. Made it a little bigger of a deal outta this whole thing… Smart-Style-style. Probably could’ve squeezed some free stuff outta Macdonald. Pride Title match or something. We screwed up.

A heavy, perhaps sarcastic sigh as Ashlyn looks between Logan and Hadley with half-lidded eyes.

Ashlyn De Luca: An opportunity missed. But that’s fine, this is fine, I’ll push on.

Ashlyn clicks the pen in her hand and takes a deep breath as she turns to the final page of the contract, giving Hadley a quick wink to reassure her that her words were in jest.

Ashlyn De Luca: Alright. Logan, don’t bump this damn table.

Logan Alexander: Not necessary. I’ve seen your penmanship.

De Luca lowers her pen to the paper-- not before giving a quick little glare to her teammate, only to be interrupted by a familiar - and unwelcome - voice…

Mark Bisley: Well that’s interesting, I see that the General Manager wasn’t bluffing when she said she would be looking to offer contracts to those who can help her brand.

Having walked through the door into Hadley’s office, Bisley looks from Hadley to Ashlyn, then back to Hadley

Mark Bisley: Although I do have to say it was a risky move to allow this to drag on for so long, because at any moment Ashlyn could have snuck out of the building to a waiting car with her half of the Frontier Grappling Arts tag team championship in hand, only to appear on the next episode of Vertigo with that same title in her hand, a Cheshire Cat grin on her face, and all matter of empty platitudes to explain her decision to jump from one show to the other that fail to address the fact that Brandon Macdonald gave her a nice little bonus for doing so.

Bisley looks back towards Ashlyn, who rolls her eyes away from him with a bitter smile, before Bisley gestures towards Shintaro Majima as he stands beside him.

Mark Bisley: You’ll notice my partner doesn't need to make obnoxious comments that add nothing to the conversation just so people remember that he’s there.

Bisley feigns that he's having an earth-shattering revelation

Mark Bisley: Or maybe that’s the reason you didn't have a contract drawn up for you already, because the General Manager kept mistaking you for Cherry Baum.

Logan regards Bisley with amusement.

Logan Alexander: You know… it’s usually not a good idea to insult the intelligence of a person you’ve been negotiating with. The boss could sink your contract hopes here and leave you with no leverage on Macdonald.

Ashlyn De Luca: Let’em know, Logan! And we got maaad unnecessary background comments on deck, biiitch!

With a look of resignation on his face, Bisley rolls his eyes as he turns his head in the direction of Logan

Mark Bisley: I wasn’t insulting the intelligence of the General Manager, Logan, I was insulting the intelligence of your partner.

Bisley looks back towards Ashlyn - and, more specifically, the contract in front of her

Mark Bisley: Although she does appear to have learned something, as she hasn’t signed on the dotted line with an “X”, so maybe there’s a glimmer of hope.

Hadley Herrera: ...can I ask what you guys are doing here, exactly?

Shintaro Majima: We could not fail to hear somebody talking about us behind our backs.  Are we supposed to take such a thing lying down when we were in a position to defend ourselves?

Rather than chip in, Bisley just looks towards Majima before looking towards The Chaotics with a smug look on his face

Shintaro Majima: If you wish to present yourself as champions, you need to show you are capable of more than petty insults.

Bisley continues to look smug as Majima lays down some truth bombs on The Chaotics, although he doesn’t notice that Majima glances in his direction too when he's finished speaking. Ashlyn blinks hard and rubs at her eyes a bit with her thumb and index finger.

Ashlyn De Luca: Need to show that we’re capab… f-- sir, this comes from the team that couldn’t get it done in Dynamic Duos… couldn’t keep us down at the Six Year Anniversary… couldn’t beat us on the two attempts they got after all of this-- but WE’RE the ones that need to show something? WE’RE the ones standing in this room with something to prove. Nah. Suck my whole ass.

Ashlyn, as if to emphasize, writes her name on the dotted line before sliding the contract back to GM Herrera, all of this earning a pop from Green Bay before Ashlyn stands upright, pointing to the face of her Tag Team Championship for emphasis.

Ashlyn De Luca: I get that you guys have excuses for days. And I get that nothin we do is ever gonna be enough for you, and we’re chill with that, but get this-- no matter how much you attempt to pick it apart, we’re still the Tag Team Champions, and we will continue to be the Tag Team Champions despite you.

Logan Alexander: Well said.

Logan smiles politely at Bisley and Majima.

Logan Alexander: Perhaps the next time you two choose to defend yourselves, you won’t fire blanks as you do so. Of course… that would also mean you’d both keep your mouths shut the whole time, and we simply can’t have that.

Majima’s eyes narrow as he looks in Logan’s direction

Shintaro Majima: Don’t pretend this is the first time you’ve spoken about us behind our backs.  Unlike your partner, we are not stupid.

Logan Alexander: No. Stupid would be giving you too much credit.

Stepping between Logan and Majima in an apparent effort to broker peace - or avoid being slapped with a fine for being complicit in Hadley’s office being reduced to little more than rubble and sawdust - Bisley holds his arms out at full stretch to make sure there’s as much distance between Logan and Majima as possible

Mark Bisley: Okay, okay, let’s simmer down a little bit shall we?

Bisley looks over to Majima and says a few words under his breath followed by a firm nod, a firm nod which Majima responds to in kind, and as he lowers his arms he looks over to Logan and slowly shakes his head - although he very quickly flashes a look in Hadley’s direction, almost as if he’s got a cunning plan...

Mark Bisley: Some things have been said, some of them truthful, some of them slightly exaggerated…

While not saying the third part of the sentence, Bisley looks between Logan and Ashlyn with a patronising look to imply there’s a third option in that sentence - an option that sounds an awful lot like the ring name of the stalwart of the Memphis indie scene, Fragrant Brian - and with a slight smirk on the corner of his mouth he lets them know that they know it

Mark Bisley: ...but I’m sure we don't want this to get out of hand and distract from the matches that will be taking place later this evening?  After all, Logan has a match against the reigning 15 Champion…

As Bisley continues to talk, Majima can’t help but glower in Logan’s direction - especially at the mention of the title that he was the first-ever person to hold

Mark Bisley: ...while Ashlyn is headlining tonight’s show in a match against Frontier Grappling Arts’ Undisputed Champion, and I’m sure she knows just how significant the opportunity is just as she's aware how important it is to reward her General Manager’s faith in giving her this opportunity to prove what she is capable of.

Pausing to moisten his lips, Bisley looks from Logan, to Hadley, to Ashlyn, to Majima, then back to Hadley, and he can’t help but look smug

Mark Bisley: I mean if you want to show your General Manager what you can bring to the table after you lose those belts to us, and you need to get this straight in your heads your luck will run out, you do you.

As soon as he finishes saying what he’s saying Bisley simply turns on his heels and, having tapped Majima on the arm, strolls out of Hadley’s office without saying another word - although Majima does exchange a furious glare with Logan before he follows his partner out of the door. Ashlyn shakes her head a little, closing her eyes and allowing her head to fall back a little as she takes a frustrated deep breath.

Hadley Herrera: I’m sorry. I… figured that this whole thing would be a little more private. I should thank you for not throwing forearms in my office.

Logan Alexander: Well, we don’t want them crying to you about an ‘unsafe working environment’. You already have enough of them to deal with.

The GM smiles a bit but then takes the contract into her hands.

Hadley Herrera: Good luck to both of you tonight. And Ashlyn? Welcome to Flashpoint. Officially.

The audience pops again as Herrera and De Luca exchange a handshake.

Ashlyn De Luca: Good to be here. And sorry.

Hadley Herrera: For?

Ashlyn De Luca: ...us having to knock off your 15 Champ and your top guy tonight.

Ashlyn says it with a small wink, giving Logan a nudge. Logan just nods to Ashlyn in response. He then looks to Hadley.

Logan Alexander: Have a good night from here on.

Ashlyn flashes the “deuces” to Hadley who gives both of them a nod before the champions turn, walking out of the office with her partner a step behind. Herrera closes the door on the camera as we fade to black.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Robbie Black vs. Liam Richardson III

Playing through the arena is Arsonist Lullabye by Hozier and the lights in the arena dim. Emerging from the back is Liam Richardson who stands at the top of the entrance ramp, his face vacant from any emotion. He looks up at the heavens, allowing jeers to echo through the arena.

THE KINGDOM'S ASSASSIN!

Appearing on the screen behind him are the following words which only encourage more boo's to echo through the arena but Liam doesn't care. He isn't even acknowledging the fans as he walks down the entrance ramp, his hands by his side and his eyes fixated on the four sided ring. He stops, chewing his gum and looking at the fans nearby, turning his head away from them and continuing his circle around the ring.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Westminster, England! Weighing in at 180 pounds…. LIIIIIAAAAM RICHARDSOOONNNN THE THIIIRRRRRD!!!

Boo's echo through the arena as Liam leaps on the apron, entering the ring and rushing to the ropes, bouncing off of them and heading to the opposite set. He then goes over to his designated corner, lowering himself as he holds onto the ropes and waits for the match to begin.

Geoff Penzer: Liam Richardson the Third has been making nothing but statements since making his on-screen debut here in FGA. Two weeks ago, he helped Mark Storm put the boots to Dan Herrera. Then earlier tonight, he joined the infamous Dogs of War while laying out his manager!

"Take Your Place" by The Underachievers plays through the speakers and emerging from the back is Robbie Black, who nods his head as the fans rise from their seats and applaud him. "The Bullet" stands on the top of the entrance ramp and he shoots his imaginary gun towards the ring before swaggering his way down, high-fives to a few of the audience members before he slams the apron with his fists and climbs the ring steps, hoisting himself up onto the second rope on the outside of the ring.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan! Weighing in at 236 pounds! He is “The Bullet” ROBBIEEEEEE BLAAAAAACK!!!

He looks around, a smile on his face before entering the ring, lowering his stance as he poses for the fans.

Geoff Penzer: I’m sure Mark Storm has told Liam Richardson all about this man. Both Robbie Black and Storm put on quite the performance at Final Frontier. This is Black’s chance to get some measure of revenge by defeating the latest edition to the Dogs of War.

The bell sounds as Black and Richardson go to circle the ring before locking up. Before they can engage in a collar-and-elbow, Richardson opts out in favor of a kick to the midsection. He follows up with several forearm strikes to the face before whipping Black into the ropes. When Black returns, Richardson throws out a lariat. But Black ducks and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he nocks Richardson down with a diving forearm strike. He makes the cover.

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Black picks up Richardson and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring to attack. But Richardson counters with a back elbow to the face. After tossing Black into the corner, Richardson connects with two hard knife edge chops. The last of which causes Black to stagger from out of the corner. Richardson then turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he blindsides Black with the Senton Kick, sending him crumbling to the mat. He makes the cover.

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Black kicks out.

Richardson picks up Black and doubles him over with a knee thrust to the midsection. After a series of clubbing strikes across the back, Richardson follows up with a snap suplex. He turns over, makes the lateral press and presses down hard across Black’s jaw with his forearm…

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Black kicks out.

Richardson picks up Black, quickly positions himself behind The Bullet and goes for a German Suplex. But Black blocks the move. So Richardson is able to hoist Black up off the canvas. While Black is up in the air, he nails Richardson with a back elbow to the face. After Richardson lowers him back down, Black runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he sees Richardson running past him. So Black slams on the brakes. When he turns around, the crowd boos when Richardson turns him inside out with a lariat from out of nowhere. He makes the cover.

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Black gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: That lariat out of nowhere sent Black flipping down to the canvas! But it only gets two.

Richardson picks up Black and moves him backwards into the corner with a flurry of forearm strikes. He then takes Black and sends him into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Richardson runs across the ring to attack. But Black knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, Richardson runs back into the corner, only to get knocked back by another back elbow. Richardson then charges into the corner a third time. This time, Black turns him around with a boot to the face. As Richardson staggers from out of the corner, Black runs up from behind and goes for a leapfrog into a bulldog. But Richardson grabs Black on the way down and delivers a bridging German Suplex!

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Black gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Good counter there from Richardson. I can definitely see why Storm would want him on his team. This man is showing us something here tonight.

Richardson pulls up Black and nails him with a shoot kick to the chest. Richardson throws out and connects with another shoot kick… and another… and anoth-NO! Black catches his foot. Before Black can follow up, Richardson quickly counters with an enzuigiri. While Black is dazed, Richardson scoops him up across his shoulders, charges towards the corner and delivers a rolling fireman’s carry. Richardson then springboards onto the middle ropes and flips back for a moonsault. But he ends up crashing down across Black’s knees! The crowd cheers!

Geoff Penzer: Black got his knees up!

After Richardson bounces off of Black’s knees, Black goes over, pulls him up and whips him into the ropes. When Richardson returns, Black delivers a high-impact tilt-a-whirl slam. The crowd cheers when Richardson bounces off of Black’s knee again. He makes the cover.

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Richardson gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Black put something extra behind that tilt-a-whirl...

Black pulls up Richardson, grabs him from the side and brings him down with a russian legsweep. After rolling through it, Black sits up Richardson and runs into the ropes. When he returns, he flattens Richardson with a basement European Uppercut. Black makes the cover.

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Black picks up Richardson, scoops up from the side and brings him down with a sidewalk slam. After returning to his feet, Black runs into the ropes. When he returns, he delivers three consecutive running leg drops. He then turns over and makes the cover.

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Richardson gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Black. He’s not getting the three count. But he’s shifted the momentum of this contest and moved it in his favor.

Black pulls up Richardson and whips him hard into the corner. After Richardson crashes sternum-first with the turnbuckles, he stumbles back into the arms of Black, who lifts him up for a belly to back suplex. But Richardson is able to roll over his shoulder and land on his feet. When Black turns around, he gets rocked by a roundhouse kick. Richardson then scoops him up across his shoulders, charges over towards the corner and delivers another rolling fireman’s carry. Richardson pops back to his feet, springboards onto the middle ropes and flips back for a moonsault. Black avoids the moonsault by rolling away. Instead of Richardson crashing onto the canvas, he’s able to land on his feet. Once Black gets back to his feet and turns around, Richardson sends him flying violently backwards into the turnbuckles with a running front dropkick! After Black bounces off the turnbuckles and crumbles to the mat, Richardson pulls him up, hooks his arms from behind and delivers a release tiger suplex. The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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Black gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Black just got his shoulder up!

Richardson picks up Black and sends him into the corner with an irish whip. He then runs across the ring and throws out a running European Uppercut. But Black moves out of the way, causing Richardson to crash into the turnbuckles. As Richardson stumbles back, Black spins him around before knocking him down with the Elimination Lariat (high-impact short-range lariat)! He makes the cover.

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Richardson gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Black with one hell of a lariat of his own! But it only gets two!

Black pulls up Richardson and nails him with a forearm strike. Richardson comes back with a forearm strike of his own. Black then nails Richardson with another forearm strike. Richardson answers back with another forearm strike of his own. Black then nails Richardson with a bionic elbow strike. Richardson shakes off the blow and comes back with a palm thrust. Black then nails Richardson with a European Uppercut. Richardson comes back with an uppercut of his own. Black goes to clobber Richardson with a discus elbow strike. But Richardson cuts him off with a bicycle kick. While Black is dazed, Richardson turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Black flattens him with a jumping savate kick! The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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The crowd boos when Richardson gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Black nearly took his head off with that kick!

Black pulls up Richardson and lifts him up for the Pop, Pop! (vertical suplex lift sitout side powerslam). But Richardson is able to slip down from behind. When Black turns around, he gets caught by a reverse roundhouse kick. After a hard shoot kick to the thigh drops Black down to one knee, Richardson grabs Black by the back of the head with both hands and pulls him into three consecutive knee strikes to the face. He then pulls Black back up before delivering an irish whip across the ring. Richardson follows him into the corner and connects with a running back elbow. With his back pressed against Black, Richardson unleashes a series of alternating black elbows to the face before following up with an overhead kick. The boos continue as Richardson puts a single finger in the air to signal the end of the match. He pulls a groggy Black from out of the corner before lifting him in the air. Richardson keeps Black held in place before planting him with For Our Majesty (modified brainbuster)! He makes the cover.

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The crowd boos when “Arsonist Lullabye” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, LIAM RICHARDSON THE THIRD!

The boos continue as the ref goes to raise Richardson’s arm. But Richardson quickly pulls his arm away. He then heads back over to Black and puts the boots to him.

Geoff Penzer: What is the meaning of this? He already won the match! What more does he have to prove?

The boos are ramped up when “Your Hero and Mine” Mark Storm makes his way down the aisle. After hopping onto the apron, he steps through the ropes and “Twoo Sweet”s Richardson before joining him in the attack.

Geoff Penzer: This is a two on one attack! This is uncalled for! Richardson won the contest! There’s no reason for this at all!

The boos turn to cheers as “Terrific” Terrence Tillman races down the aisle.

Geoff Penzer: Here comes Triple T!

As soon as Tillman slides into the ring, Storm runs over to cut him off with a clothesline. But Tillman ducks. When Storm turns around, Tillman stuns with him with the Chin Checka (savate kick) before bringing him down with the Top Tier Takedown (leaping reverse STO)!

Geoff Penzer: Down goes Storm! Tillman’s got this crowd on their feet! The T-Unit is going wil-

Just as Tillman gets back up, Richardson knocks him down from behind with a bicycle kick to the back of the head! Once Storm returns to his feet, he helps Richardson put the boots to both Tillman and Black. The boos continue until the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad charge the ring!

Geoff Penzer: Here come the former Tag Team Champions!

As soon as Dan Herrera and Peaches slide into the ring, they trade blows with Storm and Richardson. Storm and Richardson begin to get the upperhand and drive PLAS back with punches to the face. They then turn and run into the ropes. When Storm and Richardson comes back, Peaches grasp the top rope and drops down, sending Storm tumbling over the top rope and to the floor! Meanwhile, Herrera sends Richardson over the top rope and down hard to the floor with a back body drop! PLAS then play to the crowd by waving their arms in the air.

Geoff Penzer: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad have cleared the ring! They’ve sent Storm and Richardson retreating!

PLAS turn and point at Storm and Richardson while the newly formed duo retreat to fight another day. Back in the ring, PLAS turn and see Black and Tillman returning to their feet. The two pairings give each other a nod before PLAS exit the ring...

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Sitting down at a bench outside the locker room, Sage Clark pauses to reflect on what has happened to him in the last week, his role in that specifically, and what he expects to tonight versus Ricky Vega

Sage Clark: Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. My grandmother taught me that when I was five years old but stills holds true to this day and I am almost 20 now. A lot of people would tell you that I Sage Clark was practicing to deceive two weeks ago when I came down the ring during a US Championship Tournament Semi-Final Match between BROOKFORD and Noelle Smith and you what? They may be right.

Sage pauses to nod briefly before continuing

Sage Clark: Was I deceiving Mr. BROOKFORD by coming down to the ring, hopping up on the apron and causing him to become so distracted that Ms. Smith was able to take advantage of this distraction and pick up the victory. Many people who were watching this match would say yes and I am not speaking to all of you right now to try and say that what I did were the actions of an honest man. I did come down to the ring and I did so with intent of causing Mr. BROOKFORD to become distracted and in doing so yes I ultimately wanted Mr. BROOKFORD to lose the match.

Sage Clark: Mr. BROOKFORD already cheated to win one match that evening and was on his to cheating to win this one as well when I saw his actions from the back and not wanting the first US Champion in FGA history to gain the title by cheating I decided to take some action on my own. Was I right in what I did?

Sage Clark: Probably not, but neither was Mr. BROOKFORD and I am sorry but could not just let it go. The US Champion should someone that all of FGA should be able to be proud of, not somebody like Mr. BROOKFORD.

Sage sighs and continues again

Sage Clark: Tonight, I have a match coming up next when I take on Ricky Vega. Mr. BROOKFORD while I will be out there giving it everything I have against Mr. Vega, I know that I have to keep my attention at least partly on you too because I am not stupid and I know you will be watching, no doubt looking for when to strike.

Sage gets up and heads out to the ring, the scene fading

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Sage Clark vs. Ricky Vega

"Hero" by Skillet hits as Sage Clark makes his way down to the ring.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Malibu Beach, California! Weighing in at 214 pounds! He is “The All-American” SAAAAAAAAGE CLAAAARRRRKK!!

Geoff Penzer: We finally got to hear Sage Clark’s version of events from two weeks ago during the US Title Tournament. To his credit, he did admit that he came out to distract BROOKFORD. But he also mentioned that he couldn’t just stand by and let BROOKFORD advance another round in the tournament by nefarious means. With a nickname of “The All-American”, I can imagine just how much he holds the United States Championship in high regard. With all that being said, I hope this young man has eyes in the back of his head because if BROOKFORD is able to get his hands on him, I don’t like Clark’s chances at surviving.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, already in the ring… RICKY VEGA!

Geoff Penzer: We’ve seen Ricky Vega, along with his partner Charlie Blooms, both here on Flashpoint as well as Vertigo in recent weeks. The SCCW standouts have been two of the early names to declare for the Supplemental Draft later this spring. Both Brandon Macdonald and Hadley Herrera will receive five picks from the SCCW talent pool. Tag teams will count as one pick. Their draft rights will remain with the brand that drafted them until they are either called up or they choose to leave SCCW. As of right now, Sammie Rosza and Thunderbelly currently have their Draft Rights owned by Vertigo while Caintigern and Rocky Rhodes’ draft rights are currently owned by Flashpoint.

The bell sounds as Clark and Vega start things off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Vega uses his strength advantage to move Clark into the corner. After Clark is pressed up against the ropes, the ref gives them until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both men make a clean break. While Clark’s still got his arms in the air, the crowd boos when Vega nails him with a series of knife edge chops.  He then brings Clark from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Clark reverses, sending Vega into the ropes. When Vega returns, Clark brings him down with a hip toss. Vega returns to his feet and gets returned to the mat with a japanese arm drag. Clark grabs a hold of Vega, brings him down with a snapmare and follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head. He makes the cover.

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Vega kicks out.

Clark picks up Vega, throws him down with a bodyslam, and follows up with a lateral press.

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Vega kicks out.

Clark picks up Vega and goes for an irish whip. But Vega reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Clark returns, he sees Vega setting up for a back body drop. So he counters with a rolling neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Vega kicks out.

Clark takes Vega and whips him into the ropes. Instead of coming back, Vega hangs onto the ropes. The crowd boos when he drops down to the mat and rolls to the outside to take a breather. The boos continue as Vega slowly walks around on the outside. The boos then turn to cheers when Clark rolls to the outside to go after him. Clark continues to chase Vega around the ring. After lapping the ring, Vega rolls back inside. Clark sides back in after him. But he gets caught with a punt kick to the ribs! Vega then drops down, pulls Clark over and makes the cover.

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Clark gets his shoulder up.

Vega picks up Clark and doubles him over with multiple knee strikes to the midsection. He then scoops Clark up across his shoulder and brings him down with a fireman’s carry facebuster. He makes the cover.

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Clark gets his shoulder up.

Vega picks up Clark and whips him into the ropes. When Clark returns, the crowd boos when Vega brings him down with a Pop-up Gory Bomb! He turns Clark over and makes the cover.

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Clark gets his shoulder up.

Vega picks up Clark and sets him up for a Tiger Bomb. But before Vega can lift him up, Clark counters with a back body drop. He then takes Vega and goes for an irish whip. But Vega reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Clark returns, Vega goes for a back body drop. But Clark slips down from behind and counters with a backstabber! Clark brings Vega back to his feet and delivers a snap suplex. He then rolls over, pulls Vega back up and hits a second snap suplex. Vega is then brought back to his feet before being sent into the ropes with an irish whip. When Vega returns, Clark brings him down with a spinebuster. He makes the cover.

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Vega gets his shoulder up.

Clark picks up Vega and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, Clark knocks him down with a spinning wheel kick. He then steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. Once Vega gets back to his feet, Clark leaps off and knocks him down with a missile dropkick to the back of the head! He then takes Vega and whips him into the corner. Clark then runs across the ring and connects with a rolling elbow in the corner. He then takes Vega and whips him into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Clark then runs, jumps and connects with Gut Check Time (Stinger Splash)! Clark brings Vega from out of the corner before delivering American Pride (Fisherman Buster)! He makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when “Hero” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, SAGE CLARK!

The cheers continue as Clark gets his arm raised in victory. He then quickly looks around to check for any sight of BROOKFORD.

Geoff Penzer: Sage Clark picks up the victory over Ricky Vega. But did you see how quickly he snapped out of that celebration and started looking around for BROOKFORD? I can tell you right now that while BROOKFORD may not have struck tonight, he will retaliate...

[FGA Office]

The match out in the ring had concluded, and the crowd was showing their appreciation for a job well done by both competitors. Ricky Vega had already made his way backstage, and Sage Clark was making his way up the ramp towards the back, slapping hands with a few of the fans as he goes. He makes it as far as the top of the ramp before he stops as the familiar opening strains of “Just Close Your Eyes” by Waterproof Blonde fill the arena. The cheers for the match quickly turn to boos as the newly crowned United States champion makes her way out from behind the curtains. Dressed in a pair of short, fitted black leather shorts, a black off the shoulder Bandeau top and a pair of Christian Louboutin Moulin Noir thigh high boots, she stands on the stage and stares Sage down a bit. Waving her hand a bit, she mouths ‘Shoo’ to the younger wrestler as she makes her way down the aisle. Her boots make a metallic click on the stairs as she climbs them and steps between the bottom and middle ropes. Once inside of the ring, she stands in the center and holds her United States championship high above her head, appearing to soak in the boos from the crowd. After a few seconds, she walks over to the ring announcer and is handed a microphone. Walking back to the center of the ring, she rests her belt across her shoulder and waits for the music to die down before raising the mic to her lips.

Savannah Taylor: Beautiful, isn’t it?

She motions to her title.

Savannah Taylor: It is the one thing that eight of us were chasing two weeks ago. Eight of the best that Flashpoint had to offer. Eight of us fighting for the right to be called the first ever FGA United States champion. What happened when that one night tournament was over? The one person whom people did NOT want to see win…..won. Lets call a spade a spade. There isn’t a person in the back, sitting here in the arena or watching at home who wanted to see me win. You all would rather sit though ‘Batman & Robin’ while sober than ever admit to the fact that I am the inaugural champion. But when you come out of your drunken fog, I want you to remember this. Everytime you turn on your television screens to watch Flashpoint, every time you log onto social media, and every time you click on any wrestling related content on the Internet, I am going to be there as a constant reminder that you can’t always get what you want in life.

She smirks as she pats her belt.

Savannah Taylor: This is a moment that was destined to happen the moment the tournament was announced. Apparently I am the only one who believed that because the majority of people polled picked….well, anyone who wasn’t me. To those who picked against me, I hope you enjoyed getting your brackets thoroughly busted, because this is one moment that NO ONE is going to be able to take away from me. I’m the one who etched their name into the history books, and there isn’t a damn thing anyone is able to do about it.

She pauses briefly to clear her throat. However, before she can raise the mic to her lips again, she is cut off by the opening chords of “Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child as it starts to play over the PA. There's an uprush of sound then from the fans that had been so unappreciative of their newest FGA champion, cheers almost drown out the upswell of the music before the first lines of the lyrics are sung. Out onto the stage steps Noelle Smith, though her expression shows a tiny bit of how touched she feels at the fans response, that is quickly gone as her big expressive dark eyes lock on the slender and stylish form of Savannah Taylor. She stares for long moments before she sweeps open the long and far too spangly coat she's wearing - clearly property of Prince Kamijo as his face is painted in glitter on the back. There's a glimpse of an expensive looking silk top and dark jeans before she plucks a microphone from the inner pocket.

Noelle Smith: Well...

She waits for the fans to chill a bit, lifting her free hand to wave at them before continuing.

Noelle Smith: Congratulations. You've done it, and look at you. Standing proud in that ring, with your brand spanking new golden accessory. Here I am though, so full of questions just for you... tell me, Savannah. Now that you've gotten your shiny, just who will be getting the first crack at trying to take it from you?

Her eyes narrow just slightly.

Noelle Smith: If you've not thought that far, let me help you... and put myself at the front of the line, for once. When you think about it, it’s the best choice… because while you beat me to gain it, you didn’t pin me. You didn’t submit me. And for a woman of your stature, I’d think that would bother you… just a tiny, tiny bit.

Savannah scrunches up her face ever so slightly as she brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

Savannah Taylor: Your almost sincere congratulations is noted. And accessory? Darling Noelle….

She points to her yellow gold and pearl lariat necklace with a cross pendant and her silver and black bracelet.

Savannah Taylor: THESE are accessories. My championship belt? It is a symbol of my place within the history books in FGA. Just file that away for future reference. But you actually brought up an interesting point. Who is going to be the first person to try and take my title away from me. I mean, Flashpoint has a number of people who would make a perfect first defence. I mean, you have people like Dan Herrera, Kendall Kingham, Mark Storm, BROOKFORD, and the man who SHOULD have made it to the finals, Brian Stryker. And then we have you.

She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head.

Savannah Taylor: You think you’re so clever, reminding these people and me that I never pinned you or made you tap? You think that automatically grants you a spot at the front of the line? Puhlease. But, I admire your chutzpah. And unlike other champions, I’m not going to sit idly by on the sidelines and let challenger after challenger go unnoticed, all in the hopes of padding my stats. And, seeing as how there is no real challenger who is worthy enough, fine. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll grant you a shot at my title. After all, it’s best for business, right?

An oddly satisfied look comes to Noelle’s face, if any of Savannah’s words stab at her she does a good job of covering that up as she nods, her curls bouncing.

Noelle Smith: You know what? You’ve just proven something to me - and I bet all these fans will agree. You’re not afraid of a challenge, and you’re smart enough to know a money match when it’s gift wrapped up to you. Maybe you, some of those others in the back don’t think much of me… but these fans? They love me.

She gestures out and the wave of applause gives a little weight to her words, and her smile this time is a whole lot more sincere.

Noelle Smith: Oh and one more thing. If you beat me this time, you pin me, you submit me? I will stand up here in front of them and congratulate you properly.

The smirk that was starting to creep onto Savannah’s face clearly showed her intentions.

Savannah Taylor: Grapple Kingdom 2 it is, then. Me versus you. Good versus evil for MY United States championship. I don’t know whether to congratulate you or console you. But I just want you to know this.

She takes a couple of steps towards Noelle.

Savannah Taylor: You have NO idea what you have just signed yourself up for.

She stands there, her blue eyes staring Noelle down as ‘Just Close Your Eyes” plays again. Savannah raises her title above her head, her eyes never leaving Noelle as she brushes past her, sort of shoving her out of the way. She lowers the belt and climbs out of the ring, walking back up the aisle and stopping at the stage. Once she is on the stage. She points to Noelle and then at her belt, shaking her head as she turns and walks backstage, leaving Noelle standing in the ring as the scene fades out to commercial break.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

We cut to the backstage area, the shot opening up on a familiar purple jersey which reads #47 to a roar from the audience. The camera pans out a bit as the person turns around, revealing the number one contender to the FGA Undisputed Title, Evan Envi! Envi stirs coffee in a small styrofoam cup in the catering area before turning-- smiling brightly at the approaching figure of Amanda Johnson.

Evan Envi: Welllll hello!

Amanda Johnson: Good evening, Evan. How are you tonight?

Evan Envi: Can’t complain. Coffee’s not fresh. Chief loves when the coffee’s fresh… but it’s fine. What about you? How’s Amanda doin’ tonight?

Amanda start to respond but Evan’s eyes widen before he takes a sip of coffee, raising a finger to the interviewer.

Evan Envi: Oh! We’ll come back to that. We will, BUT, big, big night by the way. Right? Not only is Ne gonna go out there and make the 15 Championship look extra good when she figures out a way to overcome Logan tonight…

”BOOOOOOOOOO!”

Evan pauses a bit, looking around, thrown off by the chorus of boos. He frowns… but shakes it off and continues.

Evan Envi: ...but my mans Johnny Karma is up against one of my best friends, the other half of the Tag Team Champs, Ashlyn De Luca in the main event. Fire, Amanda. That sounds fire.

This reminder instead earns a roar from Green Bay, but Envi shrugs again with a small smile, continuing.

Evan Envi: And it’s a good thing to watch, y’know? Ashlyn has a really similar style to mine and while there are some key differences, I can get a gist of what she has to do to chop the man down tonight. I don’t like the way my interaction with Johnny went last week. I left the ring feeling a little uncomfortable-- feeling a little unsure-- and without even having to really do anything, Karma got in my head. That sucked.

Envi looks a little disappointed himself, evident by the fading smile on his face, but he claps his hands together as he moves on.

Evan Envi: But I’m not gonna let that happen twice, man. So before the main event, I’m gonna make sure I get a face-to-face with Johnny Karma one more time. For my peace of mind-- for my ego. And we’re gonna put ink to that Undisputed Title Match contract. But I’m not walking out of that ring feelin like frickin Player Two, man… I fought through the best in this business to win the Frontier Lion’s Cup and earn my shot at the Undisputed Title. I am just as capable of being the face of this company as Karma is.

???: Let’em know, Chief!

The voice comes from out of frame and Envi arches a brow, turning in its direction… before a smile crosses his face and he raises his arm as Ashlyn De Luca walks into frame to a roar from the audience. The two exchange what appears to be a complicated six-part handshake before pulling each other into a half-hug. Ashlyn is already dressed to compete and has the FGA Tag Team Championship in her left hand, giving Amanda Johnson a nod before turning to Envi.

Ashlyn De Luca: Just passin through. Wanted to say good luck. Know we haven’t had too much time to catch up since Final Frontier but goddamn… Frontier Lion’s Cup. That’s sick, dude. Congrats.

Evan Envi: Gracias, gracias, Ash. And good luck to you. Big night.

Amanda Johnson: Indeed. Ashlyn, you’re our newest official member of Flashpoint and you’re going one-on-one with Undisputed Champion, Johnny Karma for the first time ever in tonight’s main event. I have to ask, after seeing HKW’s Divine Supremacy… are you a hundred percent? There was a lot that went on in that match as a lot of our viewers can attest to.

The mention of the event earns a pop from those that watched it. Ash sighs a little and offers a small shrug.

Ashlyn De Luca: I’m cleared. I’m here. And to me, that’s basically a hundred sooo… yeah, it looks like De Lucz is doin’ top dog things tonight, right?

There’s a small pause before the Tag Team Champion goes on.

Ashlyn De Luca: Johnny Karma’s a whole different beast though, and I can appreciate all that. Like… this dude has been a staple in FGA since before I even made my return to wrestling. I know that I’ve got a big ass mountain to climb tonight. But hey… first official day on the job and I’m ready to do work. Ready to send shockwaves through this bitch and give the Undisputed Champion an “L.”

Ashlyn winks at Envi.

Ashlyn De Luca: Gotta show the old youngboy how it’s done after all.

Evan Envi: Hahaha, word? Alright, alright…

Ashlyn’s eyes drift out of frame and her face lights up as Logan Alexander casually strolls into the shot to another roar from the Green Bay audience. He then pauses to take a drink from his own styrofoam cup.

Ashlyn De Luca: Ahh, there he is. There’s Big Guns Alexander.

Logan snorts softly and then lowers his cup.

Logan Alexander: Only seems that way cause you keep handing me ammo and giving me easy targets once you’ve gone a round with them.

Envi and Logan exchange a fist bump before Amanda gives Logan a polite nod.

Amanda Johnson: And Logan Alexander, the second half of the Tag Team Champions, the Chaotics! Well, while you’re here, I guess I should ask…

Feeling more comfortable, the interviewer smirks a bit, looking between the three Grapplers.

Amanda Johnson: Is it awkward tonight, being in a one-on-one match with the FGA 15 Championship? I mean-- what is the relationship between Camp Envi and the Chaotics, exactly?

Logan glances from Evan, to Ashlyn, then back to Amanda.

Logan Alexander: In a word… complicated. It’s very complicated.

He pauses there for a moment.

Logan Alexander: I really wouldn’t try to even put a label on what the three of us are. Quite frankly, I don’t think any of us knows for sure. Evan and I have been just about everything to one another that two wrestlers can be professionally. I don’t even know if there is a term for that really. Now… it’s just sort of settled into a point of comfortable familiarity.

He smiles slightly.

Logan Alexander: And I think I’m good to go with that.

Ash and Evan exchange glances, pausing for a moment before mumbling muffled “fair enough”s under their breaths to a chuckle from the audience.

Logan Alexander: Now as for the match tonight between myself and NEON… it’s not really awkward for me at all.

He offers a small shrug.

Logan Alexander: I’ve done this sort of stuff plenty of times over the years. I’ve fought against my own tag team and stable partners in the past, as well as people that I have had a hand in training or trained alongside, then there are friends who I’ve thrown down with, and I’ve taken on people that would end up as part of my family. Now NEON and I have no direct link to one another. Quite honestly, I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t like me. At all. She turned down the shirt at Final Frontier too.

He glances towards Evan, who was there for that.

Evan Envi: Right? I was blown. It’s a pretty awesome shirt.

Ashlyn nods, lowering her head a bit to mourn the memory of the shirt.

Logan Alexander: So… for me, tonight, this is all business. There are no personal considerations from me. I have no grudge with her. That being said, I am still going out there with the intention of beating her into the mat and picking up a victory. As things stand… I’m sort of in a spot where I have to.

The audience roars at the statement and the cameras pan over to the Chief, who scratches his neck a bit, awkwardly looking away to the subtle amusement of De Luca. Amanda, however, regards Alexander curiously.

Amanda Johnson: And why is that?

Logan Alexander: Well… since this match was announced there has been a detail about it that has nagged at me a bit. So… begin rant here… Why isn’t this a title match?

He pauses to look at the others around him for a moment. Envi makes eye contact for a second before shrugging and looking away again, the sheer awkwardness of his posture earning a chuckle from Green Bay, though Logan’s tone remains a serious one causing it to cease quickly.

Logan Alexander: I’ve been here for about nine months. I’ve had a pretty good run of things in my time here. Ashlyn and I have had a phenomenal run here together. In singles competition, I haven’t done too badly. I do have a couple of blemishes on my record to be sure, but even taking them into consideration I’d like to think that I’m deserving of an opportunity here. Isn’t the Fifteen title one that is pretty much defended on every show that the champion competes as a singles competitor? Isn’t that its purpose? You’ve had people like Susan Kent, Stunray, Noelle Smith and the Crimson Baroness granted Fifteen title matches. And what have any of them really accomplished in the last calendar year here?

Evan blinks rapidly at the mention of Smith-- to another small chuckle from the audience-- looking toward Ashlyn for support, but she raises a hand, mouthing “he’s on a roll” before nudging Evan roughly and turning back to her partner.

Logan Alexander: I know that I’m coming off as bitter and whining with this, but I think it’s a valid question for me to be asking at this point. Do I really not measure up in the eyes of our GM?

Logan pauses here to allow the question to be considered.

Logan Alexander: If so… then I have little recourse other than to go out there and do whatever I have to in order to beat NEON…

He looks over at Evan.

Logan Alexander: … regardless of what it might mean for Camp Envi and the Chaotics as a group. End rant.

This earns an ”OOOOHHH…” from the audience, though Envi simply winces a bit while De Luca looks on with fascination.

Logan Alexander: Again… it’s nothing personal between us. It’s just that I either do something here and now, or I may just be riding Ashlyn’s coattails for the rest of my time here in FGA. And after inking her contract, she really doesn’t deserve that as a punishment.

Amanda Johnson: Well then. It seems that you’ve got a lot on your mind tonight and you already know exactly what you want out of this match. That holds true for both of you. So with that, I want to thank you guys for your time tonight. And good lu…

Amanda trails off as something catches her eye. One by one, the heads of the Chaotics and Envi turn in the same direction… and a chorus of boos resonates throughout the arena as the FGA 15 Champion, “The Queen of Mean” NEON walks into frame. She looks toward Ashlyn, who raises her brows a bit. NEON then turns her gaze toward Logan, the emotionless look on her face evolving into a small smirk.

NEON: Yeah… seems that you’ve got a lot on your mind.

Logan doesn’t respond, keeping his cool as he fixes his gaze on the smirking champion. NEON laughs lightly beneath her breath, nodding to herself.

NEON: Me too.

She flashes a devious smile toward both members of the Chaotics before turning toward Evan Envi with a wink. Envi doesn’t look like he’s quite sure how to react to it. NEON strolls forward, leaning up a bit to plant a quick peck on Envi’s lips-- earning a thunderous chorus of boos from Green Bay-- before whispering something to him. A second later, NEON pulls away, hugging the FGA 15 Championship to herself as she walks past the group, leaving Amanda and the trio to linger.

Ashlyn De Luca: Guess that’s your cue.

Logan looks to Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: So it is.

He then looks to Evan.

Logan Alexander: We’ll see you after the match Evan.

Evan Envi: Yeah, man.

Logan offers him a nod, then turns away with Ashlyn as they head off as a unit. Evan crosses his arms a bit as Amanda looks at him, clearly wanting to ask what was whispered in his ear… but the interviewer refrains as we pan in on the indistinguishable expression of the Chief before fading to black.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
NEON vs. Logan Alexander

“Endless Possibility” begins to play through the arena. Partway through the instrumental opening of the song, the camera begins panning the crowd. It takes a little while, but the camera eventually settles on the sight of Logan Alexander making his way through the crowd as he heads towards the ringside area, wearing his sunglasses, ring jacket, and his half of the FGA World Tag Team Championship around his waist. He slaps the outstretched hand of fans while others pat him on the arms and back as he makes his way past, with a half smirk on his face as he goes.

Once he reaches the ringside area, Logan climbs over the ringside barricade at the nearest corner and then makes his way over to the closest set of ring steps and climbs up to the ring apron. He climbs between the top and middle ropes and enters the ring. He turns towards the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and spread his arms wide to either side of him, displaying his half of the FGA World Tag Team Championship and smiling out towards the crowd as he encourages them on.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 229 pounds! He is one half of the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions, LOOOOOGAAAANNN AAAAALEXXXAAAAANDERRRR!!!

He then climbs down and makes his way over to another corner and repeats the process, doing so until he’s been to all four corners of the ring.

After climbing down from the last set of turnbuckles, Logan turns away and walks over to the side of the ring closest to the timekeeper’s area. He removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a pocket of his jacket. He then removes his jacket and passes it through the ropes to a technician at ringside. He then removes his championship, walks over to the referee and hands it over to him. As the referee steps away to hand the belt to the timekeeper, Logan turns away and moves over to one corner of the ring, away from the entryway, then leans back against the turnbuckles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Geoff Penzer: We just heard from Logan Alexander moments ago. The tag champ isn’t exactly thrilled about the fact that this isn’t a 15 Championship Match. He even went so far as to suggest that GM Herrera doesn’t think that he measures up. While I don’t believe that our GM thinks less of Alexander, I’m sure she wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that coming from Alexander. From what i’ve seen, Hadley has called things right now the middle. As opposed to Brandon Macdonald, who continues to make some, ahem, questionable decisions...

Neon’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.

The lights suspend again and Neon makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California! She is the reigning FGA 15 Champion! “The Queen of Mean” NEEEEEEEOOOOONNNNN!!!

She runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre an the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound.

The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands…

Geoff Penzer: The Queen of Mean crashed the lovefest between Evan Envi and The Chaotics moments ago. You could cut the tension with a knife between the 15 Champ and the Tag Champs. Poor Envi was caught right there in the middle between both sides. I wonder who he is really rooting for in this one? This he gives Alexander any tips? Has he gone over any pointers with Neon?

The bell sounds as the two champions head to the center of the ring. NEON has a few words for Alexander as they stare each other down in the middle of the ring. But Alexander doesn’t look to be too particularly bothered by NEON’s rhetoric. So she responds with a hearty slap across the face, garnering an “OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Oh dear...

As Alexander turns back towards the 15 Champion, NEON slaps on a side headlock. The hold doesn’t stay on for long as Alexander brings her down with a belly to back suplex. Before Alexander can grab a hold of her, NEON is quick to roll out onto the apron. NEON sits on the edge of the apron while she favors her neck. But she doesn’t get to rest for too long as Alexander marches over, reaches over the top rope and grabs her by the hair. The crowd cheers as Alexander slowly brings The Queen of Mean back to her feet. However, the cheers quickly turn back to boos when NEON rakes him across the eyes. The boos continue as she follows up with a hangman, causing one half of the Tag Champions to stumble back. After sliding back into the ring, NEON rushes over and delivers a big boot to the face. The move knocks Alexander back. But it doesn't knock him down. So NEON turns and runs back into the ropes. This time, she connects with another big boot. This time, with a little something extra behind it. Again, the move knocks Alexander back a few steps. But he remains on his feet. Frustrated, NEON turns and charges into the far ropes. When she comes back, Alexander ducks and dumps her over the top rope and to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: Neon’s been sent crashing to the floor! Some would say that Alexander just took out the trash with that move!

After NEON pulls herself back up onto the apron, she’s met with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. After grabbing a hold of NEON, Alexander brings her back into the ring with a vertical suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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NEON kicks out.

Alexander pulls her up, brings her into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. He then brings NEON from out of the corner and whips her into the far ropes. When she comes back, Alexander brings her down to the mat with a drop toe hold. He then quickly gets up on a knee and applies an ankle lock. The crowd cheers as they want to see NEON tap out. But The Queen of Mean refuses. The 15 Champion then turns over onto her back before using her free leg to shove Alexander down. After both grapplers return to their feet, NEON rushes over to attack. But Alexander sidesteps and shoves her into the ropes. When she comes back, she sees Alexander setting up for a back body drop. So NEON counters with a sunset flip. She brings Alexander down. But he’s able to roll through the sunset flip. After getting back to his feet, the crowd cheers as Alexander turns her over and goes to apply the Perfect Chaos Theory (Edgecator). But NEON is able to slither away and grab onto the ropes, resulting in boos from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Neon was lucky she was able to escape Alexander’s grasp. Had he locked in the Perfect Chaos Theory, this one would be over!

NEON pulls herself up using the ropes. She tries to calm herself down after just escaping another close call with Alexander. The two grapplers begin to circle the ring before heading to the middle to lock up. NEON then ducks under the collar-and-elbow, goes behind Alexander and nails him with a forearm strike to the lower back. After a jumping double ax handle smash to the back of the neck doubles him over, NEON follows up with clubbing strikes across the back. She then grabs a hold of Alexander and tries for a guillotine choke. But before she can fully cinch it in, Alexander reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex.

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NEON kicks out.

After both grapplers get back up, NEON doubles him over with a kick to the midsection. He’s then met with a pair of right hands. NEON goes for an irish whip. But Alexander reverses, sending her into the ropes. When she returns, she goes for a crossbody block. But Alexander catches her in mid air and follows up with a rib breaker. He makes the cover.

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NEON gets her shoulder up.

Alexander picks up NEON and sets up for a back body drop when NEON blocks. Alexander goes for another snap suplex but again, NEON blocks. She then quickly reverses into a small package.

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Alexander kicks out.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Alexander runs over and sends NEON flipping down to the canvas with a step-up enzuigiri. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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NEON gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: I’m shocked Neon even knows where she is after catching that enzuigiri to the side of the head.

Alexander picks up NEON and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Alexander doubles her over with a punch to the midsection. He then has NEON set up for the Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT). But before he can deliver the move, NEON rolls out, twists his arm and follows up with a hook kick that knocks him back into the ropes.

Geoff Penzer: Did Neon… did she just hit Alexander with the First Stryke!?

While Alexander tries to shake out the cobwebs, NEON rushes over and bashes him with an elbow to the face. Another a jumping knee to the midsection doubles Alexander over, NEON pushes him through the ropes and onto the apron. She then reaches out onto the apron, grabs Alexander, drags him partially across the middle rope and then brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Alexander kicks out.

NEON makes another lateral press.

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Alexander kicks out again.

NEON with another lateral press.

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Alexander kicks out.

NEON gets to her feet, grabs the top rope with both hands and proceeds to put the boots to Alexander. She then reaches down, picks up Alexander and whips him into the far ropes. When Alexander returns, NEON knocks him down with a running single leg dropkick. After Alexander turns over and gets up on all fours, NEON rushes over and connects with a front dropkick to the side of the head, sending Alexander rolling over towards the ropes. After a baseball slide knocks Alexander underneath the bottom rope and to the outside, the Queen of Mean circles the ring with his arms spread out. The 15 Champion takes in the boos while Alexander begins to stir on the outside. Once he starts to pull himself up using the edge of the apron, NEON stops taunting the fans. She then turns and runs into the far ropes. When NEON returns, she knocks Alexxander down with a suicide dive dropkick!

NEON picks up Alexander, runs over and slams him face-first onto the steel steps. She then pulls Alexander’s head back… only to slam him down face-first onto the steel steps for a second time. The boos continue as she shoves Alexander back inside before rolling herself back in. She makes the cover.

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Alexander gets his shoulder up.

NEON sits up Alexander and applies a rear chinlock. The ref asks Alexander if he wants to give up. When Alexander refuses, NEON gouges his eyes from behind before reapplying the rear chinlock. Alexander seethes as NEON applies more pressure to the hold. The ref gets down and asks Alexander when he wants to give up. When the Tag Champ refuses, NEON pulls back even harder on the hold. The capacity crowd begins to clap their hands as they try to rally behind one half of The Chotics. Alexander begins to shake his his arm in rhythm with the claps. He slowly turns over onto his knees. NEON shakes her head in disbelief when Alexander returns to a vertical base. From there, he nails her with several elbows to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, Alexander head into the ropes. When he returns, NEON doubles him over with another jumping knee to the midsection. She then runs into another set of ropes. When NEON comes back the crowd boos when she knocks Alexander down with the Lights Out (running scissors kick). She makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Alexander gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Neon thought she had him! But Alexander got his shoulder up in time!

NEON picks up Alexander, places him in a front facelock and then plants him with a Tornado DDT. She makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Alexander gets his shoulder up.

NEON picks up Alexander and sends him into the corner with an irish whip. The Queen of Mean then rushes over and goes for a running wheel kick. But Alexander moves out of the way, causing NEON to crash into the turnbuckles! After NEON pulls herself up using the ropes, Alexander comes up from behind and brings her down with a Lungblower! He makes the cover.

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NEON gets her shoulder up.

Alexander picks up NEON and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Alexander knocks her down with a larait takedown. NEON returns to her feet, only to get returned to the mat with another lariat takedown. He makes the cover.

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The crowd boos when NEON gets her shoulder up.

Alexander pulls up NEON and sends her into the ropes with an irish whip. When NEON returns, the crowd cheers when Alexander throws her down with the Chaotic Impact (STO). Alexander pulls her back up, lifts her up from behind and delivers an atomic drop before following up with a russian legsweep. He then heads into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes and delivers a diving elbow drop. Alexander then pulls NEON back to her feet, places her in a front facelock, lifts her up and plants her with the Chaotic Shockwave!

Geoff Penzer: Neon just got dropped right on her head!

After bouncing off the mat, NEON slowly turns and rolls over towards the ropes. As she pulls herself up using the ropes, Alexander comes up from behind and goes for a German Suplex. NEON quickly blocks by wrapping her arms around the top rope. Alexander continues to try and yank NEON off the ropes. But NEON hangs on for dear life. The ref then goes over and tries to seperate the two. While this is going on, NEON takes advantage of the ref’s positions and mule kicks Alexander. The crowd erupts with boos as Alexander slowly drops to his knees after the low blow. While the ref kneels down and tends to Alexander, NEON runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she clobbers Alexander in the back of the head with Ne To Your Face (running bicycle knee). The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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The crowd erupts with boos when “Lik Down” blares throughout the arena.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, NEON!

The boos continue as NEON snatches her 15 Championship away from the ref before holding it high in the air.

Geoff Penzer: Neon will go down in the record books with having a win over Logan Alexander here tonight! But the fine print should read that she low blowed Alexander to get the win! You can’t tell me that Alexander wasn’t well on his way to getting a win over the 15 Champion.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where the former FGA World Tag Team Champions, Dan Herrera and Peaches of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are standing together.

Dan Herrera: Those two are just falling deeper and deeper down that well.

Peaches: An’ I reckon they ain’t gonna stop any time soon.

It’s at this moment in time that Amanda Johnson appears on screen with a microphone in hand. The intrepid interviewer sidles up next to the duo, who turn and greet her with nods as the questions start flying.

Amanda Johnson: Guys, we weren’t expecting you to be here tonight, but you two made the save for Terrence Tillman and Robbie Black. Can we get your thoughts on what happened?  

Peaches: Not gonna lie, Amanda, we ain’t all too sure of what to make of this so far.

Dan Herrera: From what we can tell, Mark Storm’s just jumped off the deep end. Head first. But if he and Liam Richardson III think we’re going to stand back and let them run roughshod over Flashpoint - over the tag division?

Peaches: Heeeellllllll no!

She exclaims emphatically. Both members of the PCLAS shake their heads as Amanda speaks again.

Amanda Johnson: Now, this isn’t the first time we’ve seen Storm and Richardson together. Obviously, two weeks ago, they attacked you both after the match in the United States Title Tournament--

Peaches: You ain’t gotta remind us.

Peaches pouts, shaking her more more aggressively than before as she stands there with her hands on her hips. Dan doesn’t look impressed either.

Dan Herrera: I think that says it all, doesn’t it? Two weeks ago Mark Storm went to that ring and spouted a bunch of lies and BS, about how I’ve never accomplished anything on my own. Or how Hadley only put me into that tournament because we’re related. And while he won our match, he didn’t make it all the way through to the end.

Peaches: Congrats to Savannah, though.

Dan Herrera: She fought hard, that’s for sure. Including beating Storm, so all credit to her. But after that match - after our match? Storm and Richardson took the low road. They attacked us from behind.

Peaches: An’ we ain’t gonna take that lying down!

Amanda Johnson: Understandable.

Dan Herrera: But what Storm and Richardson don’t realize is they’re stepping into our yard here. Storm wants to talk about how I’ve never achieved anything on my own, how I’ve never stood by myself - and then brings in Liam Richardson III to stand with him?

Dan looks across towards Peaches, who responds with a shake of the head. She takes the opportunity to speak her mind on the issue though.

Peaches: He wasn’t even close to being right when he said all that, but now he’s moving into the tag division? Now they wanna try an’ strike us down? Come on, boys, you think we’re vulnerable after Final Frontier or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m tellin’ you right now, me an’ Dan may not be champions right now - but we’ve won titles here and down South before - an’ we will do again soon. But attackin’ us from behind? Tryna make your name off us? Boys, that ain’t smart.

Dan Herrera: You got a small taste tonight - before you turned tail and ran. But Mark, Liam? Listen up. If you want to try us, step up and try. But the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad don’t back down - not from you, not from The Chaotics, not from Smart Style. But it you want to run around and attack people like Robbie Black and Terrence Tillman, if you want to attack us from behind? Then we’re gonna have a problem. And that’s a problem that we know the solution to.

With that, Dan and Peaches walk away, leaving Amanda behind.

Amanda Johnson: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad not messing around when it comes to Mark Storm and Liam Richardson III. Back to you at ringside.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Chandler Scott vs. El Stravito

The music starts and different colored lights flash around. Once the beat drops, El Stravito rolls out from the curtain and pops up on stage. He makes his way down the ramp, trying to slap hands with fans on each side. But they quickly pull away at the sight of Stravito.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San José, Costa Rica! Weighing in at 185 pounds… ELLLLLLL STRAAAAAVIIIIIITOOOOOO!!!

El Stravito dances to his music on the ring steps before flipping over the ropes into the ring. Stravito leaps on the top turnbuckle to hype the fans as the music dies down.

Geoff Penzer: I still have no idea what to make of this. We haven’t gotten any word on who this El Stravito is. Amanda Johnson has been looking around all night for Tony Carmine. But from what we’ve been told, he never showed up to the arena at any point this afternoon.

The lights dim as the sound of a guitar plays throughout the arena. Red lasers soon begin to shoot out from the stage. Once their attention has been captured, the crowd turns to the entryway to prepare for the man that's about to walk out. At the 25 second mark, “Animal Ghosts” bursts through the speakers. Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Westwood, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 226 pounds! He is the “DNA of FGA” CHANDLERRRRRR SCOOOOOTTTT!!!

Scott doesn’t play to the crowd. He’s all business tonight as he marches down to the ring. After climbing up onto the apron, he narrows his eyes as he looks across the ring at Stravito. He then slowly steps in through the ropes.

Geoff Penzer: Chandler Scott isn’t in the mood for games here tonight, ladies and gentleman. If I were El Stravito, I’d tuck tail and run.

The match starts with Stravito gyrating his hips in front of Scott while the crowd boos. Scott finds nothing funny and continues to stare a hole through Stravito. He then doubles over Stravito with a boot to the midsection. The crowd cheers as Scott takes Stravito and whips him hard into the corner. Stravito “Flair Flips” up the turnbuckles before flipping back down. After Stravito stumbles back over and turns around, Scott delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Stravito is doubled over, Scott turns and runs into the ropes. When he comes back, he brings Stravito down with a Sling Blade! While Stravito is sprawled out on the canvas, Scott goes over, lfts up Stravito’s legs, wraps his arms around athen and leans back, catapulting Stravito into the corner. After Stravito crashes into the top turnbuckles and stumbles back, Scott brings him down with a reverse Sling Blade!

Geoff Penzer: Scott has been all over Stravito since the opening bell and I don’t see that changing anytime soon...

Scott pulls Stravito up onto his knees and tries to pull the mask from off of his head. But the referee is quick to go over and try to stop Scott from removing the mask. Stravito hangs onto his the mask for dear life. But Scott is determined to rip the mask off. So he nails Stravito with multiple hammer fists to the before yanking Stravito back up to his feet. Scott grabs him by the mask, runs and flings him across the ring. The crowd cheers as Stravito flies out of the mask! Scott keeps a hold of the mask as Stravito lands all the way across the ring. Stravito quickly covered his face with his hands as he rolls out to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Scott’s just unmasked El Stravit! But we couldn’t get a good glimpse on who was under the mask!

Scott motions to go after him when “Gasolina (Blasterjaxx Remix)” blarees throughout the arena.

Geoff Penzer: What in the world…?

A second Stravito pops out from behind the curtain and begins dancing down the aisle. Scott narrows his eyes as he watches from inside the ring.

Geoff Penzer: What is going on here!? A second El Stravito!? Or would this technically be the third!?

The second Stravito turns and gives a wave to Scott before turning his attention to the fans in the front row. Stravito begins gyrating his hips to boos from the crowd. But the boos quickly turn back to cheers as Scott marches across the ring and rolls to the outside. When the second Stravito turns his attention back to the ring, Scott clobbers im with a right hook that drops him to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: My God, what a punch!

The cheers continue as Scott mounts himself on top of the second Stravito and hammers away with a flurry of right hands to the face. He then yanks up the second Stravito, runs and throws him back into the ring. Scott slides back inside to continue his attack. But when he looks over, he sees Stravito rolling across the ring and to the outside. Once Stravito gets to his feet, he turns to the crowd and points to the side of his head before swiveling his hips. When Stravito turns around, Scott hurls himself through the ropes and tackles him down with a suicide dive. The cheers continue as Scott mounts himself on top of the second Stravito, grabs him by the mask with both hands and proceeds to ram the back of his head against the floor!

Geoff Penzer: Scott is mauling Stravito!

Scott yanks up the second Stravito, runs and irish whip him hard into the steel steps. A loud BANG is heard when Stravito crashes into the steps. Scott marches over, yanks up the second Stravito by the back of the neck and slams him face-first onto the apron before shoving him back inside. Scott then slides back in. After yanking up Stravito and slamming him face-first into the top turnbuckle, Scott turns him around and blasts him with a blistering knife edge chop!

WOOOOOOO!

Scott unleashes another brutal knife edge chop.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The second Stravito guards his head. But Scott is quick to wrestle control of his arms. Scott then pulls his arms down before ripping open his shirt and unleashing a series of hard knife edge chops that leave welts all over his chest. Stravito howls in agony between each chop. Scott then takes the second Stravito and whips him into the opposite corner. Scott then charges across the ring before nearly taking Stravito’s head off with a running European Uppercut! After Stravito slumps down in the corner, Scott reaches down, pulls him back up and sends him back into the previous corner with an irish whip. Scott runs, leaps from near the center of the ring and cracks Stravito across the face with a flying corner elbow smash! He then drags a groggy Stravito from out of the corner, lifts him up and plants him with the DNA Driver (Bloody Sunday) to an explosion of cheers from the crowd! While the second Stravito is sprawled out in the center of the ring, Scott lifts up his legs and turns him over into the Scott Lock (Scorpion Death Lock). The cheers continue as the second Stravito remains out cold. But the cheers turn to boos as a commotion is made in the crowd. Pushing his way through the crowd is Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine.

Geoff Penzer: TONY CARMINE!!! TONY CARMINE IS HERE!!!

After hopping the guardrail, Carmine slides back into the ring, runs up behind Scott and blasts him in the back of the head with the Bedazzler (superkick)! The crowd erupts with boos at the cheapshot from Sunshine Tony. With Scott down, the ref immediately calls for the Disqualification.

Geoff Penzer: That son of a… Tony Carmine has struck again!!! DAMN HIM!!!

Carmine trash talks Scott before turning his attention to the capacity crowd. After taunting the crowd in Green Bay, Carmine makes his way over to the side of the ring and crouches down. While Scott struggles to push himself up onto one knee, Carmine charges across the ring and clobbers him with PimpShit (Shining Wizard)! While Scott is laid out on the canvas, Carmine lifts up his legs. After stepping between Scott’s legs, crossing them and wrapping his arm around them, Carmine leans forward and blows Scott a kiss before turning him over into the Scott Lock! The crowd erupts with boos while Carmine has Scott locked in his own hold.

Geoff Penzer: OH COME ON!

Carmine pulls back while he continues to taunt the crowd. FGA referees and officials soon enter the ring. They try to get Carmine to release the hold. When Camrine refuses, they physically pull Carmine off of him. Carmine shoves a few of them out of his way before exiting the ring. Carmine scans the crowd and takes in the venomous reaction.

FUCK YOU, TONY!!!
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

FUCK YOU, TONY!!!
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

FUCK YOU, TONY!!!
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Carmine spreads his arms out wide and smiles from ear to ear. He basks in the crowd’s vitriol as he makes his way up the aisle and to the back...


Winner by Disqualification: Chandler Scott

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[FGA Office]

February 24
United Center
Chicago, IL
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[FGA Office]

We cut to the ringside area where the audience is already lively, ready for our main event-- but as our cameras pan up into the ring we see the Flashpoint General Manager, Hadley Herrera with a microphone in hand as she waits for the hard camera. Standing beside a table with a single contract and clipboard on it, Herrera raises the mic to mouth-level and begins.

Hadley Herrera: Ladies and gentlemen, before we get to our action in the main event, we have a small order of business to attend to... in relation to the FGA Undisputed Championship.

The audience pops, now knowing which Grapplers to expect next.

Hadley Herrera: So, I'd like to reintroduce to you, the number one contender, "The Chief", Evan Envi.

The lights dim with familiar purple strobes dancing throughout the venue as “Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system. Green Bay erupts as the curtains are thrown to the side and the Chief steps out onto the stage, dressed in his tights and boots along with a trademark #47 jersey. He looks out into the masses with a faint smirk before raising the double "V" signs high above his head with either hand.

Geoff Penzer: Evan Envi said he wanted to do this tonight. He wants to get the “ink on the paper” of his Undisputed Championship contract to give himself peace of mind. Envi didn’t like how his meeting with Johnny Karma went two weeks ago on Flashpoint and tonight-- I’m not sure what’s going through the Chief’s head. Perhaps he’s looking for a way to redeem himself, however he can.

Envi makes his way down the ramp, giving an up-nod to a few fans that lean over the barricade with outstretched hands. He jumps up onto the apron, looking out into the masses again before ascending the ropes like a staircase, hands still raised above his head in a double "V" as he stands atop the turnbuckle and lowers his hands, jumping down into the ring. The music fades as Envi makes his way toward the table in the center of the ring.

"FORTY-SEVEN!" "JOHNNY KARMA!"

"FORTY-SEVEN!" "JOHNNY KARMA!"

"FORTY-SEVEN!" "JOHNNY KARMA!"

Envi looks toward Herrera for a few moments before he takes a breath, looking down toward the contract. Evan had been in the midst of outstretching his hand for one of the microphones that lies on the table, but seems to be frozen as he sees the stack of papers physically lying before him, the FGA logo printed large and bright at the top.

Geoff Penzer: Some hesitation from the number one contender?

As Evan continues to hesitate, the familiar sound of John Bonham’s drum intro for “When the Levee Breaks” fills the arena, which is soon followed by Johnny Karma walking out at the top of the ramp with a mic in hand and the championship belt on his shoulder, and he pauses at the top of the ramp

Geoff Penzer: Well, it looks like the champion isn't content with letting Envi wait around!

Envi takes a while to look up from the contract, a curious expression on his face as he looks toward Johnny Karma, looming at the top of the ramp in the distance.

Johnny Karma: I see you wanted to make a big thing out of signing the contract for your title shot, Evan.

Giving the smallest of shrugs as it’s humanly possible to give, Karma decides to play along and begins to walk towards the ring, pausing for a second time as he reaches the ringside area

Johnny Karma: I mean we could’ve just got this done in Hadley’s office, but if that’s how you want to play this…

Stepping inside the ring, Karma approaches the table and glances at the contract - and he can’t help but notice that the dotted line is looking a little bit empty

Johnny Karma: Just a reminder, once you leave your John Hancock here…

Karma taps on the dotted line with his finger

Johnny Karma: ...things are going to get really real for you, so by all means take your time if you’re feeling a little hesitant.

The audience buzzes, steadily growing louder after Karma’s words. Envi’s eyes follow the champion’s finger down to the contract where his gaze remains once again. Dueling chants of ”JOHNNY KARMA!” and ”EVAN ENVI!” resonate throughout the arena but never become massive, as most wait in anticipation. Envi finally picks up his microphone, shooting a glare toward Karma.

Evan Envi: I just wanted to see it. And I do. Y’know…

Evan takes a small breath and takes a step closer to Johnny, pointing toward him.

Evan Envi: I wanted to see, to make sure I didn’t imagine it— but when I look at you I can tell you honestly don’t look at me as a potential champion, or your equal. You look at me like I have no idea what this means— like the gravity of all this is lost on me. It’s not.

Evan takes a breath and gestures toward the Undisputed Title.

Evan Envi: I’ve been doing this for eleven years. I have come so annoyingly close to the top so many times. I’ve— I’ve touched the gold. I’ve smelled it. Held it. And then…

Evan trails off, eyes drifting from the championship belt, up to the champion.

Evan Envi: And then something always goes wrong.

There is another pause, with a small ”EVAN!” chant beginning in the distance, though Envi speaks up, once again before it’s able to gain momentum.

Evan Envi: And I used to make excuses for it, yeah. I mean, I would blame whoever was at the top, or booking the card. Or I would blame the fans. Or my friends. Someone. Anyone.

Evan takes another small breath, scratching the back of his neck, eyes falling down as he reflects on his own words for a moment before his eyes meet the gaze of the champion again.

Evan Envi: But if we’re being real, I screwed it up for myself. I would get really close to that top spot I always complained about not having, and it would start to feel real-- like this has started to feel real-- and I… dunno… I would get shook, I guess. It would all hit me a few days before it was time to square up and I’d psych myself out. I would go into World Title matches knowing that I’m not walking out of the other side with the gold. I wouldn’t say it out loud but I knew it in my head. And you know the worst thing about it?

Evan laughs a little, pacing a bit as he grips the microphone harder.

Evan Envi: The people that I was up against-- I would look them in the eye, and they really did believe in me. They did think that I would be the one to end their reign. They thought I was for real, and I came up short every single time. I would have people ALWAYS asking me-- ‘with all this potential, why have you never been the guy’? And I never thought the answer was ‘because the idea of being the guy is absolutely horrifying’ but that was my mindset. I talked myself out of it and I’m not doing that anymore. I’m not talking myself out of becoming the next FGA Undisputed Champion. In four weeks, I’m g...

Evan stops, seeing the face of the champion change. Envi narrows his eyes a bit, lowering his mic a few inches. Upon hearing Evan’s last comment, Kamra is legitimately taken aback and needs a moment to form his words into a coherent sentence

Johnny Karma: Horrifying?  Horrifying?  Let me remind you, Evan, that the last time you and I shared a ring you were talking about me as if I wasn't even there, as if you were surprised that you’d even be facing me in the first place, so if you’re more interested in acting cute than acting like a potential champion how do you think I’m going to talk to you?  Like a potential champion?

Rather than answer his rhetorical question, Karma merely shakes his head, at which point he places the championship belt on the desk right next to Evan’s contract. Evan still remains frozen, mic half-lowered, eyes moving toward the belt again until Karma speaks.

Johnny Karma: You know the reason why I won this?  It's not because my attitude towards Izzy Anders was “Whoops, I thought I’d be facing Cordy Stevenson”, it was because I told her that I was going to take the title out of her grasp if it was the last thing I did - and I meant every last word of it.

Pausing for just a second, Karma makes sure to look Evan in the eye before he says the next thing on his mind

Johnny Karma: But you seem to be getting it, Evan.  You’re not acting blaise about the match anymore, you’re not thinking that being in the match means you’ll obviously win it, you’re digging deep into everything you’ve been through to get to this point and looking for that one thing to grab hold of and use it as inspiration.  I don't know what that is and I’m not going to ask what it is, it could be anything from a hard-fought win in a match where everyone thought you were going to get creamed to getting a having a soda beaned off your melon at some show where thirty people showed up but somehow nobody saw who threw it, but the point is you’re getting it Evan.

In the silence that follows, the crowd pops again for the exchange between champion and challenger. Envi’s expression is a serious, but thoughtful one. He raises the mic again, lips parted slightly as he considers his words.

Evan Envi: I can’t take back what I said last week. I can admit that I don’t like how a lot of it came out. I can admit that I legit disrespected you when I told the world I thought it’d be me and Molly fighting for the Undisputed Title, and I didn’t think about it like that-- and that’s my bad. I was ignorant. But…

Envi paces again, raising one finger in the air as he looks into the audience at first and then back at Karma.

Evan Envi: There is one thing.

He stops in his tracks, looking at the belt.

Evan Envi: When I said these moments we’re existing in… that these moments are the end of your Undisputed Title reign…

Envi steps closer to the contract.

Evan Envi: I can’t take those words back. But I do intend to make good on them.

The tone is a far cry from the one weeks ago-- full of determination rather than bravado. Without another word, however, Envi clicks the pen open and brings it down to the dotted line, signing the contract to a roar from Green Bay. He turns it around to face Karma and lies the pen down on top of it, casting one more look at the belt before its champion.

Rather than say a single word, instead Karma meets Evan’s look as he calmly places his mic on the desk, and without a moment’s hesitation he picks up the pen and signs on his respective dotted line to a second roar from the Green Bay crowd, at which point he hands the pen to Hadley to sign the third and final authorisation on the contract

Johnny Karma: I’d say that makes things nice and off…

Before he can finish what he was about to say, Karma’s attention is grabbed by the sound of a commotion and, looking up he sees what the commotion is all about - on the video screen, clear for all to see, is Cherry Baum laid out on the ground in the backstage area as she's grimacing in pain while clutching her wrist, and she’s surrounded by a group of referees trying to restore order as a couple of EMTs try and talk to her

For a moment Karma is frozen to the spot, struck dumb by what he sees on the screen as he finds himself trying to make sense of what he sees

Geoff Penzer: Oh m..oh my God! What’s going on back there?!

As Karma looks on helplessly, one of the referees is suddenly shoved to the ground to clear a path to the fallen Cherry, and into that open space steps NEON to a howl of outrage from the Green Bay crowd, a howl that she appears to be able to hear backstage as a sick smile crosses her lips at the exact same time as the crowd register their disgust

Geoff Penzer: The FGA 15 Champion?! Wha—

Rather than be affected in any way by the crowd, or even the throng of referees in her way, NEON simply shoves her way past them so she can stand over Cherry and hurl abuse at her to add insult to what appears to be a significant injury

NEON: You see what this is? This...

NEON points down to Cherry, a broad grin crossing her face as she looks toward the camera.

NEON: This is a power move. You’re welcome.

As a couple of referees grab hold of NEON and drag her away so the EMTs can do their job, inside the arena the reality of the situation becomes all too clear to Karma as he slowly turns away from the video screen and faces Evan inside the ring - and as he locks eyes upon his challenger he raises an accusing finger in his direction and, even though he doesn't have a microphone, every single person in the arena knows exactly what Karma is saying to Evan at this exact moment.

Geoff Penzer: What has-- what have Camp Envi just done?!

Hadley Herrera exits the ring as an official runs down the ramp to brief her on the situation. Boos resonate throughout the arena, directed toward “The Queen of Mean” and perhaps Envi as a red faced Johnny Karma goes off on the Chief, seemingly torn between going after his number one contender or running up the ramp toward Cherry Baum. Evan Envi looks at Karma with an indistinguishable expression before looking up to the Tron, moving a hand over his mouth. The Chief shakes his head slightly, seemingly frozen in place.

Evan Envi: I…

Envi shakes his head, eyes growing wide, raising the mic to his lips so he can be clearly heard.

Evan Envi: I didn’t--

Envi takes a step toward Karma, but the microphone is smacked from his hands to a loud, mixed reaction from the already-deafening Green Bay. Indistinguishable chants continue to echo throughout the arena as Karma takes a step towards Evan and looks as if something bad is going to happen - but at the last possible second he turns and rolls out of the ring to dash up the ramp as fast as he can possibly manage as he heads backstage, leaving Evan standing alone in the ring, where the FGA Undisputed Championship title remains exactly where Karma placed it earlier, within arm’s reach for Evan. A ringside camera catches the concerned look of Hadley Herrera, who looks prepared to follow Karma to the back along with the official… but stops, narrowing her eyes, looking back at the Chief.

Geoff Penzer: Hadley Herrera is wondering the same thing all of us are-- what in the hell is Evan Envi’s part in all this?

The audience, still undecided on how to feel, grows steadily louder as Karma disappears into the back and Envi’s gaze falls down to the Undisputed Championship. Envi reaches his hand out, almost as if in a trance, lowering it down toward the belt...

Geoff Penzer: Careful, Chief. That isn't yours...

"Deadcruiser" hits the PA system to a roar from the audience, seeming to snap Envi back to reality. He takes a step back from the belt, looking toward the ramp as Ashlyn De Luca walks out alongside Logan Alexander, casting a look back over her shoulder toward where Karma had ran. Tag Team Championship in her hand, she raises her brow toward Envi, clearly questioning him as she rolls into the ring. Logan remains on the outside of the ring, looking on curiously while Envi begins to explain himself to De Luca while crew members remove the table from the ring.

Geoff Penzer: Well, the ring is getting cleared for our main event. Envi has some explaining to do, but it may be another story for another time. Whenever Johnny Karma gets back out here, he goes one-on-one with Ashlyn De Luca for the first time ever! Stay tuned!

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