Flashpoint (05.19.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Last Week on…

05.12.18

With Kol down on the outside and Envi down in the ring, the camera switches to Valero at commentary. While Valero continues to rant, an explosion of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd. Auger gasps when Chandler Scott climbs over the guardrail behind the announce table! Valero notices Auger’s eyes widening with shock. When he turns around, Scott rocks him with a right cross, knocking Valero out of his seat! Scott puts the boots to Valero! He then reaches down, pulls Valero up and slams him repeatedly face-first onto the announce table. Scott then takes Valero and whips him hard into the guardrail. While Valor howls in pain, Scott takes the chair that Valero was sitting in and slams it shut. Wen Valero turns around, Scott waffles him with the chair! He then turns his attention to Envi, who is starting to push himself up on all fours. Scott tosses the chair into the ring before walking up the steps.

Scott steps through the ropes as Envi gets back to a vertical base. When Envi turns around, his eyes widen as he immediately drops to the canvas! The crowd is at a fever pitch as Scott stalks Envi around the ring. Envi keeps scooting himself away from Scott and calling for a timeout. But Scott doesn’t want to hear any of it. Once Envi backs himself up against the ropes, he realizes that he’s cornered. Scott has him right where he wants him. But Envi’s look of shock soon turn to a twisted smirk. Scott narrows his eyes as Brandon Macdonald comes through the curtain. He feverishly waves his arm. Suddenly, out from the back comes Marlon Cure, Chris Bond, Fenrys, Piper Lennon, Nate Bristow, Tully Barnes, Seth Iser, Joseph Perello and Ryder McKnight! Scott looks on at the Vertigo stars quickly surrounding the ring. Scott looks down at Envi, who is cackling at the sight. Scott motions in to attack Envi when Kol slides back in from behind. Scott then turns around and tackles Kol down to the mat. The crowd explodes with cheers as Scott gets on top of Kol and rains down right hands to the face. But the cheers quickly turn to boos when the nine grapplers rush the ring and swoop in on Scott!

The crowd boos and jeers while Scott is getting kicked and punched against the ropes. The boos turn to cheers as Scott tries to fight back! He throws wild rights and lefts at anything and everything in sight! But the numbers prove to be too much. Iser takes Scott by the throat and moves him into the corner. From there, Iser applies a foot choke while Lennon stomps away at his midsection. Once the two move out of the way, Perello and McKnight send Scott slumping down in the corner with mudhole stomps to the chest. Perello then nudges McKnight out of the way and sends Scott’s head snapping to the side repeatedly with a flurry of right hands. Bond takes Scott and tosses him out onto the apron. After pulling him across the middle rope, The Battle-Hardened Veteran scans the crowd. He takes in the crowd’s disdain before him and mouths back at them before planting Scott with the Rejection DDT! As Scott tries to push himself up on all fours, Kol darts over and nearly kicks his head off with the Broken Dreams (Punt Kick)! Lennen then slowly pulls Scott up before bringing him down with the Snapshot (cravat knee facebreaker)! After Scott bounces off of Lennon’s knees, his body rolls across the ring. Fenrys howls at the moon while Bond holds up Scott’s limp body. Fenrys runs into the ropes, comes back and knocks Scott down with Loki’s Wrath (bicycle knee strike)! Various shots of fans booing, giving the grapplers two thumbs down and cursing them out are seen. Iser then picks Scott back up, places him in a front facelock and plants him with the Deprivation DDT! Cure then reaches down, peels Scott up from off the canvas and lifts him up onto his back. King Cure heads towards the center of the ring before connecting with The Blackout! After getting dropped into the overhead kick, Scott crumbles to the mat.

After Scott is dragged into position, Valero places the steel chair across Scott’s ribs before stepping out onto the apron. Valero smiles at the booing crowd before scaling to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off… and delivers Burying The Hatchet (diving double foot stomp) on the steel chair across the ribs! The Chief then yanks up Scott before tossing him through the ropes and to the floor. On the outside, Envi, Macdonald and Valero stomp and kick away at Scott! Envi then takes Scott and tosses him head-first against the ring steps. The top half of the steps tumble over while the bottom half remain in place. The crowd erupts with boos when Envi lifts Scott up over his shoulders before signing him down hard, delivering an Alabama Slam across the bottom half of the steel steps! Valero then mounts himself on top of Scott and rains down a flurry of right hands that busts Scott open. The self-proclaimed Franchise then calls for a powerbomb. Envi, Macdonald and Cure go to clear off the announce table. But Valero puts his hands up, telling them to keep everything in place. He then drags Scott over towards the table. After Valero lifts Scott up onto his shoulders, Envi helps him delivers a double powerbomb through the announce table! The crowd eurtps with boos while Scott lays motionless amongst the debris. Bond gets in another stomp for good measure while Iser gets in another unnecessary kick to the head. Envi puts his right foot on Scott’s chest and raises his Undisputed Championship belt in the air while Valero puts his left foot on Scott’s chest and raises Envi’s other arm. Macdonald can be seen applauding the damage while Lennon grabs her Polaroid camera and takes a picture of the sight.

[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 Cajundome in Lafayette, Louisiana. 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...

★★★ TAG TEAM MATCH ★★★
Smart Style vs. The Saturnian Connection

The former NKP tandem is out to the ring first. During Smart Style’s entrance, we get a picture-in-picture promo from the former FGA World Tag Team Champions.

Mark Bisley: We have some good news for The Saturnian Connection: tonight, in your debut match, you get to be involved in the match that everybody will be talking about once the show is over - but we also have some bad news, because something very precious to us has been stolen by a pair of angry malcontents, and we're in a particularly foul mood this evening...

The match starts with Smart Style trying to get the jump on the Saturnian Connection. But Nando Fresno and Jillian Clay are prepared and fight back with punches to the face. They then take Mark Bisley & Shintaro Majima and whip them into the ropes. When Smart Style returns, the Saturnian Connection knocks them down with a pair of dropkicks. Frenso & Clay then take Bisley & Majima and whip them into each other! While Majima stumbles backwards into the ropes, The Saturnian Connection delivers a dropkick to the back (Clay)/dropsault (Fresno) combination. Clay then drops down on all fours next to Majima while Fresno runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he jumps off Clay’s back and delivers with a Cactus Leg Lariat, sending both him and Majima over the top rope and to the floor! Back in the ring, Clay brings Bisley down with a somersault sitout arm wringer. She then heads into the ropes, comes back and connects with the Bestrafen (Running knee drop to back of kneeling opponent’s head)! She makes the cover. But it only gets a two count.

After an irish whip sends Bisley into the corner, Fresno rolls back into the ring and gets on all fours next to him. Clay then runs across the ring, jumps off Fresno’s back and delivers a cannonball senton to Bisley! The Saturnian Connection take Bisley, brings him back towards the center of the ring and brings him down with a double spinning arm wrench takedown into a double fujiwara armbar! Fresno and Clay fight for the submission until Majima gets back in the ring and stomps away on Clay, then Fresno. The Strong Style Savior takes the Alien Hunter, runs and chucks him over the top rope to the floor! He heads back over, takes Clay and moves her into the corner before delivering machinegun chops. After an irish whip sends Clay into the opposite corner, Majima runs across the ring and connects with the Kao No Nai (corner yakuza kick)! He then takes Clay and whips her back over towards Bisley, who brings her down with a bridging northern lights suplex for a two count.

As the match continues, Bisley makes the tag out to Majima. After both members of Smart Style grab the top rope, Bisley yanks back, slingshotting Majima over the top rope. Majima uses the momentum to take down Clay with an aided Hakai Tsuchi (slingshot shoulder block)! He makes the cover. But he only gets a two count. After a tag back out to Bisley, Majima shoots Clay into the ropes. When she returns, Majima brings her down with a drop toe hold before Bisley connects with a Lionsault across the back. He pulls Clay over and makes the cover. But Clay gets her shoulder up at two. Tag back out to Majima. Smart Style takes Clay and whips her into the far ropes. When Clay returns, Smart Style knocks her down with the Wicked Repellant (pop up from Majima, followed by a superkick from Bisley on the way down)! Majima makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Clay gets her shoulder up. Tag back out to Bisley. Majima delivers a bridging German Suplex to Clay. Bisley then runs over and delivers a baseball slide into Clay’s face. After Majima sits her up, both members of Smart Style run into opposite sets of ropes. When they return, they connect with East Meets West (soccer kick to the back from Bisley, soccer kick to the chest from Majima)! Bisley makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Frenso dives over and breaks up the pin!

Bisley keeps control of the match by bringing Clay down with Greetings From The Twin Cities (hangman’s neckbreaker across the knee). Smart Mark then heads to the apron and waves up Clay. Once Clay returns to a vertical base, Bisley goes for a springboard lariat. But Clay jumps up and counters with a double knee gutbuster! While Bisley is curled up, Clay rolls forward, dives over and tags Fresno back in. The Alien Hunter scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a diving double foot stomp! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Majima dives over and breaks up the pin!

Majima takes Fresno and whips him into the corner. The Strong Style Savior charges across the ring to attack when Fresno turns him around with a boot to the face. As Majima staggers away from the corner, Clay knocks him down with a diving forearm! Back in the corner, Fresno hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, jumps off and brings Bisley down with a diving tornado facebuster! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Bisley gets his shoulder up. The Saturnian Connection then deliver an irish whip into the ropes. When Bisley returns, they bring him down with a double flapjack. After Frenso turns Bisley over onto his back, Clay scales to the top turnbuckles, leaps off and connects with a swan dive flying headbutt! Frenso makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Bisley gets his shoulder up.

Fresno sets up Bisley and holds him in place for a reverse Exploder Suplex as Clay runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Majima blindsides her with a running forearm smash! Bisley then hits Fresno with multiple elbows to the back of the head. He then performs a standing switch before shoving Frenso over towards Majima, who throws him down with a Uranage! Bisley steps out onto the apron while Majima gets Frenso in position. Smart Style then delivers the Bakumatsu (combination springboard lariat by Bisley and powerbomb from Majima)! Majima then runs over and turns Clay inside out with the Kurimuzon Kasai (lariat)! Across the ring, Bisley slowly pulls up Fresno by his dreads before bringing him back down with the Move Of The Year (Shiranui)! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Smart Style O || MOTY (13:56) || Saturnian Connection X

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts backstage as Alex Chalwell is stretching in preparation for his match later on in the night. He seems to be disinterested in everything happening around him, until he catches a glimpse of Amanda Johnson walking past him without even stopping to acknowledge the young “superstar”. Chalwell gets visibly irritated by this, as he shouts at Amanda to “Stop right there!” Johnson looks distraught and visibly shaken by the sound of Chalwell’s voice as she turns around.

The Virgin Islander walks towards her and puts his right hand over her shoulder. Johnson closes up, not wanting anything to do with Chalwell; and who could blame her after the way Chalwell has treated her ever since his debut segment for Flashpoint. He taps her in the shoulder a couple of times before speaking.

Alex Chalwell: Amanda, Amanda, Amanda… do you really think it’s a prudent move to walk right past the future of Flashpoint as you did and not even ask him about his upcoming debut match? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He grabs the microphone away from Amanda, who still hasn’t uttered a word.

Alex Chalwell: Let’s be real, that’s why I’ve been telling the world I CAN DO a better job at this than you can. I don’t miss superstars like you do; I don’t look shaken when I’m face to face with greatness; no, darling. I am better than you, because of that fact and to be honest, I don’t even know why you’re still employed. No one seems to really like being interviewed by you; and everyone goes on and on in diatribes about their upcoming matches, feuds and lives… that your questions become irrelevant.

Chalwell takes a deep breath and places his hand on top of Johnson’s shoulder once more before continuing.

Alex Chalwell: Yet, since I’m feeling benevolent today; I’ll let you ask me whatever you might want to ask me regarding my match with… whomever I may face tonight.

Chalwell hands the microphone to Johnson, who takes a deep breath; not wanting to be there and her motions suggest she isn’t really all that into interviewing the Virgin Islander, but she does. With her voice trembling, Amanda picks up enough courage to utter some words.

Amanda Johnson: Aaalex Chalwell; you’re making your in-ring debut for FGA tonight… ehm… what are your thoughts on that fact?

He smirks and brings his left hand to his chin, in a motion that would suggest he’s thinking about something to say, but in reality is just a quirk to look like he gives a damn about his opponent.

Alex Chalwell: My dear Amanda… I told you to ask me about the match, not about it being my debut. But I’ll let it slide, because as you say tonight marks the return to the ring of one Alex Chalwell. You see, ever since I signed the dotted line I’ve been wondering when would my debut match take place, who I might face… and after the events at Only The Strong Survive; I started to question WHO more often than not. You see, I came to Flashpoint to serve as the catalyst to a new era, I didn’t know that new era was going to come so fast… so, tonight not only ALEX CHALWELL debuts for Flashpoint; but also THE FUTURE OF FGA debuts in Flashpoint.

Amanda swallows before taking a deep breath and asking Chalwell another question, the question he requested.

Amanda Johnson: Now, what are your thoughts on ---

Chalwell cuts her right in the middle of the question, as he knows where it is going; he requested the question after all. So he just talks.

Alex Chalwell: Quite frankly, it doesn’t matter who my opponent is. I’ve studied the whole Flashpoint roster page from top to bottom. I’ve learned everything there is to learn about them on the internet and I’ve seen them in person the last two times I made my way into an FGA Show. So whoever my opponent might be, I will ---

Before Chalwell could finish his thought, a commotion interrupts him; which in reality irks Chalwell to no end. Amanda looked over her shoulder and realized what the commotion was all about and took to the microphone.

Amanda Johnson: I’m sorry… I need to go.

Amanda left Chalwell hanging and left running signaling the cameraman to follow her; down the hallway the reason for the commotion becomes apparent, Salem Kaiser has made her way into the backstage area and Amanda is there to interview the returning superstar.  She drops the hood from her head and twirls her trusty silver cane in hand, ending with two taps on the ground.

Amanda Johnson: Oh my goodness, Salem Cartier! Nobody told me you would be here tonight.  What are you doing here?

Salem just smiled and held up one finger.

Salem Kaiser:  First, one correction and I don't blame you for the mistake.  It's not Cartier anymore, I took the wifey’s last name.  Salem Kaiser, reporting for duty.  Ah yes, duty; the reason I am here could be summed up as that, you know?  You see, the wheels have been turning for awhile.  What should the witchy witch do, you know?  I haven't wrestled a full schedule in such a long time.  But I've been thinking, and thinking can be dangerous, right?  I could sit on my couch and watch cartoons and eat cereal with the kiddos, living vicariously through watching Artemis wrestle and my sister Morgan playing football.  But the itch always comes back, to be in the ring.  Rey Del Aire I entered on a whim, it was definitely a spark.  A spark that didn't light a candle, oh no.  A spark that ignited a fuse of combustible energy, a power-packed nitroglycerin C4 bomb dot com, baby!

Salem smirked and snapped her fingers, a single flickering flame appeared at her fingertip and after a beat she waved it away as if it was never there.  Amanda looked on stunned.

Amanda Johnson: Oh, er um…. So you missed wrestling then?

Salem gestured not unlike Dr. Strange conjuring a spell, only to end with a wink and a nod and a thumbs up. She responded in a sing-songy voice.

Salem Kaiser:  “Oh Mandy, well you came and you gave without taaaaking…” Ah, don't mind me.  Just a little Barry Manilow RIGHT HERE in Lafayette, Louisiana!  And of course the answer is YES I missed wrestling.  You'd think how I fared in Rey Del Aire would leave a bittersweet taste in my mouth.  Getting bounced in the first round with a big ol’ handful of tights.  Listen here, Savannah Taylor...my old dancing buddy.  That round goes to you, for sure. And it seems you did okay after that, winning yourself a belt. Congrats, Savvy Tay Tay… but don't get too cocky.  There will be other rounds for you and I, and who knows, the next time we dance I may lead.  But regardless, Savannah was the final nail of inspiration for me; I needed to hit the gym harder than I ever had and scrape ALL the rust off after a year long sabbatical.  And the thought of facing her again one day, as well as my fond memories of this place and being a champion here? Well, it made the decision clear.  I signed a full time contract with FGA and I will be right here on Flashpoint.

She smiled and gave Amanda a reassuring friendly pat on the shoulder.  She looked off in the direction Amanda had came from.

Salem Kaiser:  Tell me one thing, don't mean to be nosy but I overheard a bit of your interview.  That guy must be new.  He's young, cocky, boisterous, full of himself, a bit rude towards you right?

Amanda nodded sheepishly, but Salem would have none of it.

Salem Kaiser:  Hey, chin up. You just do your job.  Sometimes I feel like you interviewers have it worse than the men and women in tights around here.  What's his name anyway?

Amanda cleared her throat and sighed.

Amanda Johnson: It's Alex….Alex Chalwell.

Salem patted her on the back and started to walk down the hall, then looked back at her.

Salem Kaiser:  Thanks! Remember...chin up!

Cameras followed as Salem walked back by where Alex had continued stretching.

Salem Kaiser:  Hey Axel! Knock em dead tonight!

Salem winked and skipped on down the hall. Alex looked her direction and scowled, seething at her getting his name wrong. He looked straight at Amanda and then continued his way, with a scowl on his face.

[FGA Office]

06.01.12
All-Star Showdown I

Back in the ring, Tomkins gets up and waits impatiently for Blaine to get up. Once Blaine pulls himself up using the ropes and turns around, Tomkins goes for A Taste of Greatness. But Blaine ducks. When Tomkins turns around, Blaine brings him down with a drop toe hold. Blaine then quickly transitions himself across Tomkins' back and applies the Don't Hold Back Submission. The crowd cheers.

Clement: Don't Hold Back! He's got his patented submission locked in! This could be it!

Suddenly, Jessica climbs up onto the apron, gaining the ref's attention to boos from the crowd. Back in the ring, Blaine pulls back as Tomkins can be heard groaning in pain. The crowd cheers.

Clement: C'mon ref, turn around!

Blaine sees the ref distracted, so he lets go of the hold. He goes to make his way over to Jessica when Grace slides a steel chair into the ring.

Clement: What the... who is that? Why did she just slide a chair over to Tomkins?

As soon as as he climbs up onto the apron, she gains Blaine's attention. Blaine rushes over towards her. But Grace wisely climbs down. Once Blaine turns around, Tomkins goes to nail Blaine with the steel chair. But Blaine ducks. When Tomkins turns around, Blaine pump kicks the chair into his face. The crowd cheers. He picks up Tomkins, brings him over near the rope, places him in position and delivers the Metal Heart Suplex (Jackhammer Version) onto the steel chair. Blaine takes the chair and shoves it to the outside. The crowd cheers as he hooks the leg. The ref finally turns around and makes the count.

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Cruz: Here is your winner and STILL the FGA Heavyweight Champion, BLAINE HARRISON!

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts to backstage where we find Flashpoint's Amanda Johnson is with the inaugural FGA Heavyweight Champion, Michael Tomkims. His smart grey suit juxtaposes his tired and dejected face. A lukewarm reception is barely audible from the ringside area.The crowd seem to be over the initial excitement of Michael Tomkins' return to the FGA judging by that reaction. It's almost reminiscent of a polite golf crowd. As he moves closer to Amanda, the camera picks up on a strap around his right wrist.

Amanda Johnson: First off, Michael, I would like to officially welcome you to the Flashpoint brand. Tell me, what was it like being back in an FGA ring?

Michael Tomkins: One thing that I discovered during the Gold Rush Rumble is that it's good to be home.

The crowd offer a small pop at this sentiment.

Michael Tomkins: In truth, I didn't expect the incredible reaction that I received. It's been a while, I half expected that you would all have forgotten me. I don't know why, it just seems like a lifetime ago that I was here. Especially as four years in wrestling sees a plethora of changes. Great wrestlers emerge as the new work horses, the new main event players and the odd few become the next enhancement talent. The faces change. Well mostly, as I still see a few familiar faces.

Amanda Johnson: One of the less familiar faces you spoke of is one Bean Bands who you face tonight.

Michael Tomkins: Maybe I am getting old. Is it just me or are the names in this company getting weirder?

Amanda Johnson: I will refrain from answering that one.

Michael Tomkins: Either way, it gives me a chance to shake off a few of the cobwebs, so to speak.

The Raise-the-Bar-Superstar pauses, as a serious expression crosses over his face.

Amanda Johnson: So now that you are back, may I ask what your plans are? Last time you were here you competed in the Dynamic Duos tournament in hopes of eventually becoming a grand slam champion. Is that a goal you still have your sights set on?

Tomkins studies Amanda for a moment as he tries to work out the best way to respond to her question.

Michael Tomkins: I did initially think that I could do that. I also figured that if I won the Gold Rush Rumble that I would just go after the main prize and stay at the top for as long as I could. But, things have since changed.

Amanda Johnson: It must have been good to hear the capacity crowd chant "You still got it". They clearly were impressed by what you brought to the ring. So what are your new plans.

Michael Tomkins: This is something that has hit me quite hard. As I have stated, I thought that I had a good shot at winning the Rumble. The reality was something of an awakening for me. You see, I might have slowed down a shade but I am still as good as I ever was. Sure, I made a joke about shaking off the cobwebs and that, but I am. I could make excuses about being out for too long, or not being overly familiar with the likes of Fujiko Mine. That being said, I always had help in the past, whether it was a manager or a tag team partner. It has dawned on me pretty quickly that I don't even know if I had "it" in the first place. Nearly all of my victories back then are laced in controversy. It leads me to question if I ever was as good as I thought I was; as the fans did. I called myself the Raise-the-Bar-Superstar but was I ever better than anyone else? Doesn't it now sort of feel anticlimactic. In signing me, Flashpoint has sort of drawn the short straw.

???: And in signin’ me, they drawn a long, fat straw. The kinda straw that keeps yo’ women lying satisfied at night.

The camera pans slightly, showing off another of FGA’s new signings… the winner of the Rey del Aire tournament himself, Cassius Reed.

Amanda Johnson: Um, Cassius, I’m just speaking with Michael here… if you’d care to wai-

Cassius Reed: No Cassius would not care to wait. You heard Grampa Tomkins over here. He’s done. He’s also wrong. But mostly, he’s done.

Michael Tomkins: I’m only two years older than you…

Cassius smirks.

Cassius Reed: Sure, you had it. Once. But this ain’t that time. You were a flash in the pan one pump chump kinda sucka, and you gone blown your load long ago. You were the first top champ this company had… sure, the names changed a few times since then, but you were good. Ish. The best of a lame ass bunch, you dig? But it’s the future now, sucka. A brave new world, wit’ devilishly handsome and talented mammajammas like Cassius Reed in it. What you don’t understand, sucka, is by creepin’ back to somewhere you ain’t got no place in bein’, you just standin’ in the way of progress. You see, FGA’s about to dance to a whole new groove… and it’s FUNKY.

Cassius pauses a moment, looking out into nothingness.

Cassius Reed: First the Rey del Aire… and next? The sky’s the limit, and ain’t no one here bout to hold Cassius down... especially not no out of date relic tryin' to relive his glory days like Michael Tomkins.

With this Cassius gives the pair a Million Megawatt grin, before strutting out of the interview scene, more than a hint of swagger to his step.

Michael Tomkins: I don't know what just happened, but I think, no, I know that Cassius Reed just insulted me. I guess he has a point though. Maybe I am stepping in the way of progress. Maybe I am just halting the inevitable realisation that my best days are behind me. Who knows, Amanda? This match I have tonight against Bean Bands might not provide any answers. It might be an offering of false hope or even something of a disappointment before the blindfold is removed and I begin to believe in myself again. I can't really give you any answers. But what I do know about is cause and effect. You see, being referred to as a flash in the pan has motivated me. I want nothing more than to prove him wrong.

Amanda Johnson: Well then it seems that you have changed your tone a little bit. I will wish you luck for your match tonight.

Michael Tomkins: Thank you, Amanda. I guess we are about to find out... something.

Michael Tomkins walks off the screen and Amanda watches him leave. She then turns to the camera offering a stern look.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Michael Tomkins vs. Bean Bands

Tomkins gets the early advantage with an arm wrench into a hook kick that knocks Bands down. Tomkins brings Bands back to his feet before sending him into the ropes. When Bands returns, Tomkins throws him down with an STO. Bands then rolls to the side of the ring while covering his head. As he tries to pick himself up using the ropes, Tomkins turns him around and doubles him over with multiple knees to the stomach. The Raise-The-Bar Superstar then tosses Bands across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Tomkins heads over, pulls Bands back up and delivers a belly to back suplex. Bands can be seen arching his back in pain. As he slowly pulls up Bands from off the mat, Bands hits him with three punches to the midsection. He then shoots Tomkins into the ropes. When Tomkins returns, he sets up for a back body drop. Tomkins sees it coming. So he stops and kicks Bands right in the face, standing him upright. While Bands is dazed, Tomkins turns and heads back into the ropes. When he returns, he plants Bands with a jumping swinging DDT! He then pulls Bands back up from off the mat, doubles him over with another knee to the midsection and throws him down with The Defector (spinning cradle lift into a spin out powerbomb)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Michael Tomkins O || The Defector (3:12) || Bean Bands X

[FGA Office]

The camera cuts to Amanda Johnson stood in front of the Flashpoint backstage set, a microphone in hand.

Amanda Johnson: We’ve just seen Michael Tomkins pick up a win in his first singles match in FGA in over four years! I’m sure that’s just a sign of things to come for the Raise-The-Bar Superstar. But right now, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you my guest at this time, Sloan Talbot.

The camera pans backwards, and then upwards to fit the large Talbot in the frame - the size discrepancy more than noticeable between the Flashpoint wrestler and the interviewer. Amanda looks up at Sloan for a moment, the big man clearly wanting no part of this interview as Johnson begins to speak.

Amanda Johnson: Where do we begin Sloan? You made your pay per view debut for FGA at Only The Strong Survive, more specifically in the Gold Rush Rumble. Talk us through how you felt your performance went.

Talbot shrugs, looking for into the distance as he speaks, forcing Amanda to work just to keep the microphone by his mouth.

Sloan Talbot: Ain’t nothin’ to say, really. Took out two people in under, what? Two minutes? You, I, and the rest of these people here tonight know that I was on my way to winnin’ that thing until that big freak of nature got involved.

Amanda Johnson: By that you mean, A.C Smith, presumably.

Sloan kisses his teeth.

Sloan Talbot: Yeah. I mean A.C Smith. I hope he had his fun eliminating me from the match, ‘cos it’s all downhill from there. I’ve been looking for a target since I got here, and if Smith is volunteering, he can step up and see how well he fares against me.

Talbot slowly turns his head, looking down at Amanda.

Sloan Talbot: If I gotta take out the biggest, ‘baddest’ guy in the yard? Trust me, I’ve got no problem with it. I’ll thank him for his...contributions in the rumble, don’t you worry.

Sloan pushes Amanda’s hand, and by extension the microphone before he walks off down the hallway, eventually disappearing out of sight.  

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

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[FGA Office]

As we return from our commercial break, we cut to a wide shot of the arena before Kavinsky’s “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system. The audience rises to their feet in anticipation for the new FGA Tag Team Champions, but a spotlight moves away from the entranceway and up toward an event suite. The audience pops upon seeing Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander, both dressed in navy “Stryke Force Academy” t-shirts, though it’s evident they’re in their wrestling gear otherwise despite not being scheduled to compete.

The room is packed with a half-dozen fans, most of which are in De Luca or Alexander-related gear, all turning from the spread of food and drink toward the back of the suite to cheer loudly, displaying their faces to the cameras for the viewing audience. The champions look mildly amused by the little gathering and the camera pans over, revealing Amanda Johnson who gives the champions a warm smile before gesturing toward the fans toward the back of the shot.

Amanda Johnson: What’s up, guys? Throwing a party?

Logan Alexander: Certainly looks that way. It’s not really a celebration for us though. We got our celebrating in a few weeks ago. Tonight, we’re taking a back seat while others are out there performing, so Ashlyn suggested that we open the doors for some fans to join us. It’s something of a treat from management to us, and we’re passing it along. And it seems like they are enjoying it too. Right everyone?

A cheer goes up from the group as well as the crowd outside the suite.

Amanda Johnson: That’s awesome. Well, you guys obviously deserve this luxury since you are the new FGA World Tag Team Champions--

Ashlyn De Luca: Flashpoint exclusive Tag Team Champions, breh.

Logan Alexander:: Two time Tag Team Champions at that. It isn’t a fluke when it happens twice.

Logan gives a knowing smirk to the camera. Amanda nods.

Amanda Johnson: You guys are indeed the first team to hold the tag gold a second time since The Usual Suspects, Jason Marx and Chris Tryon did so last year, and the first since the Sparklebuddies of Laurel Anne Hardy and Annie Zellor to actually reclaim the belts from the team that beat you for them -- so congratulations on that. Obviously the Flashpoint brand is lucky to have the Chaotics, but I do wanna talk about what happened on Vertigo. I want to talk about the decisions that Brandon Macdonald made at your expense…

Ashlyn De Luca: Ha. Yeah

Ashlyn folds her arms uncomfortably, holding the championship against her chest instead of on her shoulder as she shifts.

Ashlyn De Luca: I get that he wants to build brand exclusivity. I get that he wants to… I dunno… spice up his tag division or whatever, because-- to be real, no, they didn’t always get a fair shake. The teams on Vertigo needed more of an incentive to be the teams on Vertigo, but we were willing to take them all on. Logan and I were, and still are, willing to go up against Shootcamp. Against Pendragon. Against the Reapers…

A pause.

Ashlyn De Luca: ...against the Good Guys.

Boos resonate throughout the arena at the very mention of Ricky Valero and the Undisputed Champion, Evan Envi. Ashlyn laughs a little, but can only offer a shrug to Amanda.

Ashlyn De Luca: But that’s not the division Macdonald wants to run. He doesn’t want champions. He just wants gold. And all those teams over there are sick. They can go in the ring. And I’d love the chance to face any of them. But as long as they’re over there at the mercy of that clown, they’re destined to be second-rate champions. They’re not us.

Logan Alexander: Macdonald is someone that claims to know what is good for business. Then he goes out and voluntarily turns down the opportunity to have the FGA Tag Team Champions on his show. He turns down the opportunity to have us go over to Vertigo and have matches that could potentially tear down the building with many of the teams on that roster.

He looks over as Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: And really, have we had a bad match in the last year?

Ashlyn De Luca: Ahhhhaa, modest. Have we ever?

Logan Alexander: So really, this is some sort of power play by Macdonald cause he claims that Flashpoint has been hogging the titles for the last four months. Even though in January, Smart Style became the number one contenders in a match held on Vertigo…

A pause.

Logan Alexander: Makes his argument sound stupid doesn’t it?

Ashlyn raises a brow, not feeling the need to answer the rhetorical question.

Ashlyn De Luca: We gave them a chance to step up. And they did. Yeah, they’re trash human beings, and yeah, they played Mac and made this whooole Vertigo and Flashpoint thing way, way worse…

Logan Alexander: Because afterwards, he couldn’t convince Smart Style to sign with Vertigo. So, he wants his own tag division, which will now look second rate, because he doesn’t want the team that is currently the best one in FGA competing against them.

Ashlyn winks.

Ashlyn De Luca: He totally means us.

Amanda Johnson: Well, sticking on the subject of Vertigo for a moment… we did see an uncomfortable attack on former FGA Word Champion, Chandler Scott. And I know it’s not my business but… you guys-- you were in the arena, right? Is there any reason we didn’t see you make an appearance when everything went down? When half of Vertigo’s roster just… swarmed?

Ashlyn scoffs, shaking her head, annoyed at the recollection.

Ashlyn De Luca: Even if Chandler had told us what he was doing, Mac had his eye on us the whole night. Security was hovering over us. He didn’t even want us in the building anymore after he flat-out told us that he wouldn’t be signing anymore paychecks for us.

Logan Alexander: I understand Chandler’s desire to get even. But there are reckless actions, and then there are stupid ones. Jumping into a twelve on one assault to try and save the one is a stupid action. I’m pretty sure we could have found a way to fight beside him, but it would have only resulted in two more broken bodies beside him. We probably would have needed Karma and around four other people to have a decent chance of turning the tide on that one.

Logan shrugs his shoulders slightly.

Logan Alexander: I know it’s not a popular opinion, but I have to call it like I see it.

Indeed, the response earns something of a groan from the audience outside of the suite but Ashlyn looks down at the with an apologetic half-smile.

Ashlyn De Luca: Those are called adult decisions, kids. They suck, don’t they?

She sighs and looks at Amanda.

Ashlyn De Luca: I don’t like that they got the upperhand on Flashpoint, because I know that means something to them, and as a petty young woman, I don’t want them to have the satisfaction. But I like Chandler Scott. Legit. And I didn’t wanna see him get hurt like that. I know how he feels. And it might not be my place to say it, but I’d like to see him get the revenge he deserves because Evan and Ricky? Brandon Macdonald? Vertigo? They did him dirty. They did him dirty, Amanda.

Ashlyn glances down at her championship and then reaches over to pat Logan’s as she goes on.

Ashlyn De Luca: But right now? Right now, we have to be the best champions we can be right here on Flashpoint. We’ve got a sick roster of our own, and every single one of them’s hungry. Every single one of them wants what we took.

Logan Alexander: And we invite them all to step up and take their chance. We may only have about half the competition we did a week ago, but we are willing to throw down with anyone. Here on Flashpoint, we all know how to fight, but we carry ourselves like true champions.

Ashlyn smiles faintly and lifts her title back into her shoulder.

Ashlyn De Luca: Their loss.

We pan in to the face of the tag team championship before the scene fades away.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Alex Chalwell vs. Patrick Jones

The match starts off with Chalwell showing a sign of respect to the veteran Jones and holding his hand out for a handshake. Jones is apprehensive at first. He turns to poll the crowd. The crowd, to the shock of no one, boos the idea of him shaking Chalwell’s hand. But Jones goes against the audience’s opinion and goes to shake Chalwell’s hand. This turns out to be a mistake as Chalwell takes advantage and rakes him across the eyes! The boos continue as Chalwell moves Jones into the corner and lights up his chest with chops. He then caps off the attack with a slap to the face, which gets an “OOOOO!” from the crowd. When Jones slowly turns back to Chalwell, Chalwell quickly realizes the mistake that he made. Jones then grabs him, tosses him into the corner and lights up his chest with a knife edge chops. After a hard irish whip into the opposite corner, Chalwell is thrown down with a back body drop. Jones then shoots Chalwell into the ropes. When he returns, Jones throws him down with a hip toss. When Chalwell gets back to his feet, he gets taken down with an arm drag. Then another. Jones then quickly transitions into an armbar. The ref asks Chalwell if he wants to give up. Instead of answering the question, Chalwell lies to the ref and complains that Jones was pulling his hair. While the ref scolds Jones, Chalwell takes advantage of the opening and rakes Jones across the eyes again!

As the match continues, Chalwell knocks down Jones with an arm wrench into a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover. But it only gets a two count. A swinging neckbreaker, followed by a jumping knee drop also gets a two count. After Chalwell delivers a shoulder jawbreaker, Jones is sent stumbling over into the ropes. He then makes his way over and hits Jones with two hard elbow smashes before turning and running into the far ropes. When Chalwell returns, Jones ducks and dumps him over the top rope. When Chalwell lands safely on the apron, Jones turns around and nails him with a roundhouse kick, sending Chalwell falling to the floor. While Chalwell tries to pick himself up on the outside, Jones turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he leaps through the ropes and takes out Chalwell with a suicide dive! He brings Chalwell back inside and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count.

In the fifth minute, Jones hits Chalwell with low and middle kicks before doubling him over with a spinning back kick. He then throws Chalwell down with a gutwrench suplex for a two count. A snap suplex also gets a two count. He then tries for a German Suplex. But Chalwell blocks the repeated attempts at the suplex. He then nails Jones with a back elbow to the face. After performing a standing switch, he rakes Jones across the back, delivers an atomic drop and follows up with a pendulum backbreaker for a two count. A gutwrench gutbuster gets another two count. Chalwell brings Jones down with a snapmare, delivers a toe kick to the back and slaps on a Sleeper Hold. The ref asks Jones if he wants to give up. But the veteran refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, he doubles Chalwell over with several elbows to the midsection. Jones then heads into the ropes. When he comes back, Chalwell knocks him down with a high knee to the face. He then goes for another jumping knee drop. But this time, Jones rolls out of the way, causing Chalwell’s knee to hit the canvas!

Once Chalwell gets back to his feet, Jones delivers two kicks to the back of the thigh before delivering a shinbreaker. Chalwell goes down and howls in pain. Jones then goes for a figure four leglock when Chalwell reaches up and pulls him down into a modified small package. ONE! TWO! Jones kicks out. After both grapplers return to a vertical base, Jones throws out a kick to the midsection. After catching Jones’ foot, Chalwell taunts him. But the boos turn to cheers when Jones counters with an enzuigiri, sending Chalwell flipping down to the canvas! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Chalwell gets his shoulder up. An irish whip is reversed, sending Jones into the ropes. When he returns, he sees Chalwell setting up for a back body drop. So Jones counters with a DDT! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Chalwell gets his shoulder up. After delivering a scoop slam, Jones heads out onto the apron. He then begins to scale the turnbuckles. Once Jones reaches the top, Chalwell dives over and pulls down the top rope! The crowd boos when Jones slips, falls and ends up crotched on the top turnbuckle. After Jones flips over and lands down on the mat, he starts to pull himself up in the corner. It’s here when Chalwell runs over and connects with a lariat! After sending Jones into the far ropes with an irish whip, Chalwell throws him down with Thru The Virgin Isles (tilt-a-whirl mat slam)! The boos continue as Chalwell pulls up Jones and delivers the Mirror Shot (Perfect Plex)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Alex Chalwell O || Mirror Shot (9:05) || Patrick Jones X

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts backstage in the interview area. Amanda Johnson is standing next to BROOKFORD. The sight of BROOKFORD elicits the arena to erupt in boos.

Amanda Johnson: BROOKFORD, we saw you eliminated by the returning Sage Clarke during the Gold Rush Rumble. We all expected a more fiery response from you on social media. To our surprise, you seem to want nothing to do with the man you put on the shelf for three months. Why is that?

BROOKFORD: Simple Amanda. What I did to Sage wasn’t entirely personal. Costing me the US Championship was personal... I was hired to rough him up a tad prior to him sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out I was gonna pepper him up more than I was paid to. That’s what happens when you cost me a match. Correct me if I’m wrong, did I get involved in any of Sage’s matches prior to him costing me a chance to become United States Champion?

Amanda looks like she is giving his question thought. BROOKFORD doesn’t give her the chance to response.

BROOKFORD: Hell no. I didn’t. Yet it was okay for him to interfere in that tournament? I’ll own up to being a bastard. Sage should stop the All American from his act. He ain’t a true American. Anyway, as I was saying. I did the job I was paid to do. Sage wants to harass me from this point forward... I would say... nah. Actions will speak louder than words.

Amanda Johnson: Changing course, tonight you will step in the ring with Ashley Sullivan. You two share a history. You were paid to attack her by Tristen Ambrose the first time you faced one on one. In a tag match prior to Only The Strong Survive, you and Tristan Ambrose left Kendall Kingham and Ashley laying.

BROOKFORD smirks.

BROOKFORD: Ashley loves to run her mouth about me. I could care less what regurgitates out of her mouth. Her opinion doesn’t pay my bills. Kicking ass, taking names, fulfilling my contracts, THAT is what pays my bills. Honor didn’t buy me the Lamborghini I drive in. Respect didn’t pay for the penthouse I own. Doing things the quote unquote right way doesn’t pay for the fancy suits I wear. Being a mean son of a bitch is what brings all the benjamins my way. Delivering on the jobs I take keeps me in business! Ashley can believe in honor, respect, all the mystic bullsh*t. The love of money is not the root of all evil, loving money makes the world go round.

BROOKFORD: I like Headlining shows. One day I’ll main event Flashpoint. Only a matter of time. We all know Main Eventing is where the big money is at. I am gonna use you as a stepping stone to get me where I need to be. We’ll see how much you talk after I knock, you, out.

Brookford doesn’t give Amanda a chance to follow up with another question as he leaves her. The scene fades to black with Amanda rolling her eyes.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

A video begins to play to show Ashley Sullivan backstage, the view seeming to be one of her holding the camera up in front of her.

Ashley Sullivan: So the Gold Rush Rumble didn’t go exactly like I wanted it to go.  The same can be said for almost everyone else that got in between those ropes.  All except one person.  Jimmy Page.  With that said, I want to congratulate him on the win.  After seeing how it all went down, I can say that he deserves it.  My night wasn’t affected in the least by him.  That “honor” goes out to none other than Tristan Ambrose who just has be so petty about everything?  And what did him being such a blind idiot get him?  Pushed about by a sneaky little Mark Storm.  Maybe one day he’ll get tired of the taste of all that salt and move on to better tastes, but I know better than to give him that much.  It’s only a matter of time where he picks his spot again and rears his ugly head.

Ashley looks away for a moment as she seems to think.

Ashley Sullivan: For all I know, it can be tonight.  This is kind of like deja vu all over again.  We meet again, Mr. Brookford.  My kind of old nemesis.  It was just my second match since I came back to FGA where you did Ambrose’s bidding for a shiny nickel.  And here we are again.  Right back to where we started.  The only difference this time is that I know better than to give you the benefit of the doubt.  I know what you’re about now.  And believe me, you’ll have to do something better to catch me off guard this time.  Fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.  So I’ll be having eyes in the back of my head this time, Brookford.

Turning the camera, a door of her locker room is in the corner of the view.

Ashley Sullivan: After all it’s said and done tonight, the only thing that’ll be a repeat of the last time we met is that your shoulders will be on the match for the one-two-three.  The fact that it’s the headline of tonight’s show is just icing on the proverbial cake.  It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position, and it damn sure won’t be the last by the time I’m done.

With a wave and a smile, Ashley reaches around the side of the camera and flicks it off as the video suddenly goes to black.

[FGA Office]

Backstage Hadley Herrera was sitting at her desk in her office when a knock came at the door. The door opened and Brian Stryker strolled in. He had an indifferent look on his face as he stood in front of the Flashpoint GM, crossing his arms.

Brian Stryker: You wanted to see me?

Hadley Herrera: Actually yes Brian, I did. As you no doubt heard earlier tonight. I am taking the fight to McDonald and the rest of Vertigo. We are going to war and I need all the help I can get taking them down. And when you go to war, you look to your best general to lead them. I need the best Flashpoint has to offer to win this and every successful team needs a Captain that knows how to win and can get the job done.

Brian thinks for a moment, before the penny drops and realize she was talking about him.

Brian Stryker: You want me to lead the team?

Hadley Herrera: Who else has a hatred for Brandon McDonald like yourself? You know the kind of man he really is. The backhanded deals he makes to get his way. If anyone can prepare us for that it’s you. And frankly, you’re one of the few here I can trust with this. So what do you say…Captain?

Hadley holds her hand out as Brian looks at it for a moment, lost in his thoughts. Frankly, he wasn’t sure if he should take this job, but the thought of finally getting back at McDonald was more than enough incentive for him.

Brian Stryker: I can’t move forward in my career here until I put my hands on McDonald, so you got a deal.

Brian reaches out and accepts the offer, shaking Hadley’s hand.

Brian Stryker: But we do this my way. And I get a say in who we choose. You want the best to lead, I want the best to stand with me. Deal?

Hadley Herrera: How can I say no to that. Works for me. As long as we get back at that man and prove that Flashpoint isn’t to be messed with.

Brian Stryker: Oh don’t worry. We’re not just gonna beat them. I got plenty of things in mind for them. I’ll let that linger first and inform you later on. For now, I got a tag team match to win tonight.

Hadley Herrera: Good Luck, and think long on who you want on your team. I want the Avengers of Flashpoint and you’re our Captain America.

Brian Stryker: You know he defected right after arguing with Iron Man right?

Hadley Herrera: Well we don’t need a civil war, so play nice.

Brian just shakes his head as he waves and heads out the door, leaving Hadley alone to finish her piling paper work.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Cassius Reed vs. Sage Clark

The match starts off with the returning Clark getting the better of Reed with a pair of Japanese arm drags. After a front kick to the midsection, Clark sends Reed stumbling back into the corner with an uppercut. The cheers continue as Clark delivers several knife edge chops. An irish whip gets reversed, sending Clark into the corner. Reed runs across the ring to attack. But Clark counters with a back elbow to the face. He then runs out of the corner and knocks Reed down with a spinning heel kick for a two count. Reed is then sent into the ropes. When Reed returns, Clark scoops him up and throws him down with a bodyslam for another two count. Another irish whip is reversed, sending Clark into the ropes. When he returns, he sees Reed setting up for a back body drop. So Reed counters with a rolling neckbreaker for another two count.

As the match continues, Reed is sent into the ropes. When he returns, Clark knocks him down with a dropkick. When Reed returns to his feet, Clark returns him to the mat with another two count. When Reed gets back up, he quickly drops to the mat and rolls to the outside to retreat! While Reed takes a breather, Clark rolls to the outside, grabs him and slams him face-first onto the apron. He then pushes Reed back inside before making the cover. But he only gets a two count. After Clark delivers a rib breaker, he goes for Hurts, Don’t It (spinning toe hold). But when Clark spins around the second time, Reed reaches up and pokes him in the eyes. The boos continue as he brings Clark into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Clark around, Reed alternates between right jabs to the face and body before slapping the taste out of Clark’s mouth with a Pimp Slap. The boos turn to cheers when Clark knocks Reed back with multiple uppercuts. While The Funky Dragon is dazed, Clark turns and runs to the ropes. When he returns, Reed counters with a European Uppercut. While Clark is dazed, Reed turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, Clark throws him down with a powerslam! He hooks the leg. But it only gets a two count.

In the sixth minute, Clark delivers a snapmare takeover, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head for a two count. After delivering an irish whip, Clark brings Reed down with a hip toss. The All-American steps out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle and goes for a missile dropkick. But Reed sidesteps and swats him down before following up with the Funky Knee, Funky Do (standing moonsault double knee drop) across the back! He pulls Clark over and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count.

Reed keeps taking it to Clark. He delivers a snap suplex for a two count. A belly to back suplex gets a two count. After an irish whip into the ropes, Reed brings him down with a bridging northern lights suplex for another two count. Reed claps his hands at the ref three times and holds up three fingers. But the ref shakes his head ‘no’ and holds two fingers up back at Reed. The 2018 Rey del Aire Winner heads into the corner, grabs the middle turnbuckle and begins to untie the rope. He then rips off the pad, exposing the steel turnbuckle underneath. While the ref goes over to put the pad back into place and secure it to the turnbuckle, Reed pulls up Clark and then deliberately low blows him with Johnny Cage (split-legged punch) below the belt. When the ref turns around, he sees Clark crumbling to the canvas and curling up in pain. The ref asks Reed if he low blowed him. But Reed swears up and down that he didn’t. He then pulls Clark up off the mat, delivers an inverted atomic drop and follows up with a split-legged Stunner for another two count.

Reed continues to stay in control of the match. After a scoop slam, he delivers a trio of leg drops. While Clark is sprawled out on the canvas, Reed hits an Ali Shuffle before stepping out to the apron. The Funky Dragon scales to the top turnbuckle and flips off for a diving somersault leg drop. But Clark rolls out of the way, causing Reed to crash onto the canvas! Reed howls in pain while he holds the back of his leg. After rolling to the side of the ring, he begins to pull himself up using the ropes. Before he can turn around, Clark runs up from behind and brings him down with a Backstabber! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Reed is sent into the ropes. When he returns, Clark brings him down with a spinebuster! Clark rolls across him and hooks the near leg for the cover. ONE! TWO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Clark pulls up Reed and hits him with multiple knife edge chops. He then goes for a Roaring Elbow when Reed cuts him off with a Spanish Archer (Bionic Elbow). While Clark is dazed, Reed turns and heads into the ropes. When he returns, Clark throws him down with a T-Bone Suplex! After an irish whip into the corner, Clark runs, dives over and goes for Gut Check Time (Stinger Splash). But Reed moves out of the way, causing Clark to crash into the corner! As Clark stumbles back, Reed runs into the corner runs up onto the middle ropes, jumps back and plants him with a rebound Tornado DDT! He then heads out onto the apron and waits for Clark to get into position. Once Clark gets back to his feet, Reed brings him down with the Funkentsteiner (springboard huracanrana)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Cassius Reed O || Funkensteiner (13:01) || Sage Clark X

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★