Flashpoint (06.02.18)

[FGA Office]

Saturday, July 14, 2018
Safeco Field
Seattle, WA
LIVE and ONLY on PAY-PER-VIEW

[FGA Office]

We open on a Dogs of War logo, with no sound attached. A closer inspection, would be reveal the logo was actually some sort of patchwork on a shirt. It becomes noticeable when the shirt begins to move. Following this, the camera begins to zoom out, slowly. When we reach basic level, we're left looking at a rather large man. Besides his size, the second thing your eyes are drawn too are the two championship belts upon his shoulders. He continues sitting there, clutching his belts and peering through a pair of dark sunglasses. It takes a few more seconds before the man opens his mouth.

"Rumble" Reyes: It's nice to meet you, FGA. Another Dog come to join his pack.

With his right hand, he reached below, taking a handful of cloth and slightly lifting it up to the camera. Of course, we've seen the logo previously because it's what the scene opened on.

"Rumble" Reyes: You can call me Rumble, or Reyes. It's likely you've seen me around...in OWF where I've yet to be pinned or submitted. On HellsGate where I remain the undefeated Brimstone Champion. In Kamikaze Pro where I, along with the rest of the Dogs of War, are your current Six-Person Tag Team Champions, doesn't matter. Wherever I've gone, I've conquered. I've destroyed.

Ruble holds his left fist into the air in front of him, and slowly closes it. For just a moment, he cracks a smile, pointing to the camera.

"Rumble" Reyes: Oh, I've got it...maybe you recognize me from the #QuagCup.

He raised an eyebrow, and just like that his smile was gone.

"Rumble" Reyes: These other companies, they're neither here nor there. All that I care about right now, is what's happening right here in FGA. More specifically, with the FGA Tag Team Championships. You all saw it, you watched Only the Strong Survive. Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad just couldn't make the cut. Plus, as we all know, Smart Style were complete and utter flops as FGA World Tag Team Champions. Given what we have laid before us, I'd say it's pretty cut and dry. The Chaotics have no choice but to defend against their top contenders - The Dogs of War!

Reyes grunted, taking his sunglasses off and allowing the fire within his eyes to burn through anyone that would be watching.

"Rumble" Reyes: We've been Tag Team Champions across the world. The Dogs of War have proven themselves as a force to be reckoned with. You can't honestly try making a case as to why these other teams would deserve the shot more. We've got our sights set on those World Tag Team Championships. We never miss our shot.

[FGA Office]

As we turn to the ring, we see Johnny Karma standing in the ring, mic in hand, clearly looking to get a few things off his chest – and standing right next to him he has Cherry Baum, the cast on her arm a timely reminder of just how many things have been piling up on him for the past couple of months

Johnny Karma: For the past couple of weeks I’ve had one thing at the back of my mind, nagging me for every single waking moment and burrowing in that little bit deeper when I’m trying to get to sleep, and it’s the fact that a few weeks ago I wasn’t in the arena when Brandon Macdonald’s hit squad showed up. Ever since I’ve been asking myself what I could’ve done if I was here, if I could’ve helped, if I could’ve done anything other than walk back into the arena and see the medical team stretched to the breaking point as they had to tend to a large chunk of the roster at the exact same time. And that’s the thing, I’ll never know – and I sure hope that I don’t have to find out sooner rather than later. But most of all this got me thinking just how much I’ve had to endure ever since I first crossed paths with Evan Envi: I’ve had to stand in the ring and watch Cherry get assaulted, I’ve had that rubbed in my face, I’ve lost the title, and now he’s the crown jewel of the pishekhts contest that Brandon Macdonald wants to start and he started it by siccing his roster on ours to prove some kind of point.

Pausing for a moment, Karma looks over to Cherry and the two have a little back-and-forth that the mic can’t quite pick up, and only when they’ve finished does he continue

Johnny Karma: In the past I would’ve either been stood here, or maybe sat in the locker room, and asked when it will end. You know I’ve asked that a bunch of times already in the past few years, I know I’ve asked that question a bunch of times in the past few years, it’s practically Johnny Karma 101 that at some point I’ll throw myself upon the mercy of the gods and ask what it will take to turn a bad situation into something tolerable.  But there comes a time when you realise asking when something will stop is the opposite of what you need to do, because instead what needs to happen is you need to make it stop, not to make things better now but to prevent things from getting that bad in the future. So if Brandon Macdonald wants to show how great Vertigo is by having his roster jump us on our turf, that’s not something to be solved with hashtags and strongly-worded e-mails, that’s something that can be sorted by meeting everything he wants to throw at us head-on…

Karma pauses for just a split second, but as he does so a smirk appears on his face

Johnny Karma: And when I say meet it head on, that means that if Envi and his sidekick Ricky Valero want to bail out of the firing line, somebody needs to be there to meet them and tell the two sons of mamzers to get back in the ring and face what’s coming for them like a pair of men, rather than act like a pair of snickering schoolgirls who want to flap their lips and act cute when there’s somebody between them and the person who wants a full and frank discussion with them and, more importantly for them, an exit route right behind them.

Karma lowers the mic and folds his arms, giving a very “You think we didn’t notice?” look to the camera before he continues

Johnny Karma: That’s the thing with the game Brandon Macdonald is playing: he wants to flex his muscles, show us who’s boss, earn that “World’s best GM” mug that sits on his desk and he’s going that extra mile to convince himself that’s what he is.  The problem is that now he’s got a whole lot of people looking to prove him wrong: Chandler Scott, Noelle Smith, James Edwards, Mark Storm, The Chaotics, Terrence Tillman, Savannah Taylor, the PLAS, and a whole bunch of other people who are probably going to ask why the heck I didn’t namedrop them once I get backstage, but the point is that there’s a whole lot of people looking to not only prove you wrong Brandon, but they’re looking to prove that Flashpoint’s the superior roster and are just itching to set the record straight.  So the question isn’t about when Macdonald’s going to stop acting like such a intrigant, the question is about when we’re going to make Macdonald quit it – and the last show gave everyone on this side of the roster a good reason to start a timetable for when that’s going to happen.

HEADLINE
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Johnny Karma vs. Liam Richardson III

Karma gains the early advantage with a side headlock. After performing a standing switch and applying a hammerlock from behind, Richardson leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. He then spins Karma around towards him and connects with a step-up enzuigiri. While the former Undisputed Champion stumbles back, Richardson turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, Karma ducks and dumps him over the top rope. Instead of crashing to the floor, Richardson lands on his feet on the apron. When Karma turns around, Richardson doubles him over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He follows up with a sunset flip. But Karma rolls through it, drags Richardson back to the center of the ring and goes for a figure four. But when Karma turns around, Richardson uses his free leg to deliver an upkick to the face that knocks him down. Once both grapplers return to their feet, Richardson delivers two arm wrenches. After reversing into an arm wrench of his own, Karma transitions into a hammerlock before planting Richardson with Instant Karma (hammerlock spun into a DDT)! Karma goes for the cover, but Richardson rolls to the outside. So Karma turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he knocks Richardson down with This Is For The Front Row (baseball slide clothesline)! Karma brings the match back inside and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count.

Karma brings the match into the corner and hits Richardson with multiple knife edge chops. After an irish whip sends Richardson into the opposite corner, Karma runs across the ring and connects with the NYC Uppercut (running European Uppercut). While Richardson slumps down in the corner, Karma steps back towards the center of the ring. He then runs back into the corner before nailing Richardson with the Kodak Moment (rope-assisted corner dropkick)! Karma drags him back towards the center of the ring and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count. He then brings Richardson back to his feet and goes for a vertical suplex when Richardson blocks the move. Karma then muscles him up for another vertical suplex attempt. This time, Richardson nails him with a knee to the head on the way up. After landing in front of Karma, Richardson shoots him into the ropes. When Karma turns, Richardson throws him down with a hip toss, cartwheels over, claps his hands and hits him with a dropkick to the face for a two count. He then hits a snap suplex for a two count. Richardson sets up Karma and applies a rear chinlock. But Karma doesn't quit. After he battles back to a vertical base, he hits Richardson with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. Karma then heads into the ropes. When he returns, Richardson throws him down with a spinning sitout spinebuster! The ref slides into position to make the count. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Karma gets his shoulder up.

As the match continues, Richardson applies an Octopus Stretch. The ref asks Karma if he wants to give up, but he refuses. Richardson continues to fight like hell for the submission. But Karma won’t give up. The crowd cheers as Karma slowly moves step by step towards the ropes. He reaches out… and grabs the middle rope, forcing a rope break. Richardson then lets go of the hold before quickly delivering a bridging Tiger Suplex! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Karma somehow gets his shoulder up.

The action continues as Richardson delivers a rolling fireman’s carry. He then goes for a springboard moonsault off the second rope. But Karma gets his knees up! Once both grapplers return to their feet, Karma knocks him down with Sugar Ray Karma (three left jabs followed by a right hook)! An irish whip is then reversed, sending Karma into the ropes. When he returns, he knocks Richardson down with a running high knee! He then follows up with the Bum Trip (shoulder neckbreaker) for a two count! An irish whip then sends Richardson into the ropes. When The Assassin comes back, Karma nearly knocks his head off with Check Your Chiclets (superkick)! After heading out onto the apron and scaling to the top turnbuckle, Karma points up before leaping off and delivering From The Stars Above (flying elbow drop)! Karma then knocks Richardson down with Hard Times waist lock transitioned into a short-arm Bionic Elbow) for the three count!

Johnny Karma O || Hard Times (10:52) || Liam Richardson III X

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Standing in front of a Flashpoint logo’d backdrop is Amanda Johnson. A microphone clenched in her right hand and a smile cemented on her face, she licks her lips before bringing the microphone closer to them.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this time is the current Frontier Grappling Arts Fifteen Champion - Your Hero, and Mine - Mark Storm.

There’s a chorus of boo’s, echoing, thunderous and loud.

Storm emerges onto the scene, behind him, his brothers in war. Newly acquired Rumble Reyes towers behind him, his shades covering his eyes whilst his arms cross over his chest. Beside him is Liam Richardson, whose arms are tucked in behind his back and he has a sinister smirk resting upon his lip. Storm takes off his shades and places them into his jacket pocket, shuffling his championship belt up his shoulder as it began to slip. He chuckles, a grin stretching across his mouth.

Mark Storm: Amanda, I’ll be honest, I didn’t like you at the start. As beautiful as you are, you lacked enthusiasm when introducing me in interviews like this. It was almost as if you didn’t care. But now, I’m growing to like you more and more. Because you know now, that I am the most relevant name here on the Flashpoint brand. And you can’t ignore that, you have to embrace it.

She nods her head, an uneasy look on her face.

Amanda Johnson: There’s a lot of people who are calling your actions a fortnight ago, “cowardice”... leaving your fellow Flashpoint brand members high and dry like that when Vertigo came down. An action nowhere near as heroic as you claim to be.

He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he gives her a look that let’s her know that he hates her again, shaking his head sideways.

Mark Storm: I don’t need to explain myself. Not to you, not to the rest of the flashpoint brand, not to anybody! But if I must… the Dogs of War did what was necessary! We’re not gonna put ourselves in a position that might be fatal, that may injure us! It’s a dog eat dog world and we’ve made it very clear that the only people we care about, is ourselves! Is it fair? No. But it is what it is

The boos turn to cheers as a familiar face appears on the screen, with Storm’s rival Kendall Kingham walking into view.

Kendall Kingham: I was gonna tell you how much you let down the roster, the fans in the Flashpoint Zone, but it’s pretty obvious you don’t care.

She shakes her head, looking incredibly disappointed.

Kendall Kingham: The thing I don’t get, I get the difference between you and me. Is like, to me even if you’re a selfish dude who puts yourself and your brand first? I think there’s no better way to up that stock by showing you’re someone who won’t run away when there’s a fight. By being someone who’s gonna work to elevate any brand you’re on. That to me, that’s what makes someone stand out, what makes them great. But it is what is, that’s obviously not you.

Kendall lets out a light sigh as Storm looks on annoyed at the mini-lecture she’s giving.

Kendall Kingham: This is just another notch on you and the Dogs of War’s belt trying to dominate this business, if Flashpoint went away you’d just move onto the next place. But here’s my big problem with you. It’s not just that your selfish, it’s like, you actively seem to be working against everything the rest of us in the Flashpoint Zone are working for. I used to think this thing with you and me--

She points her finger back and forth.

Kendall Kingham: -- was just personal, with you running my name down for whatever reasons you came up with. And it is personal, but it’s bigger than that. It seems like a uh, recurring, is that the right word? A recurring theme that everywhere you go, there’s some kind of drama being stirred up that takes away from this being a show whose focus is in the ring, on trying to provide the best wrestling. But in the ring, that’s where we’re gonna settle this. Don’t worry, I didn’t just show up to tell you a bunch of my feelings you don’t care about.

A far more emboldened than usual Kingham makes sure to look him in the eyes.

Kendall Kingham: I wanted to let you know that I got the word, it’s going to be me and you at All Star Showdown VII. And that’s whether you still have the FGA 15 Championship or not, because as much as I want to win my first title? This is bigger than that, this is an issue that needs to be settled. One that you started, but that at All Star Showdown I’m gonna finish.

Having said what she needs to, Kendall makes her exit, making sure to glance back over her shoulder-- perhaps for a potential sneak attack-- while adding.

Kendall Kingham: Good luck in your defense tonight.

She disappears out of sight, leaving Storm to try and take in her announcement. A look in the direction of Amanda Johnson is enough to let her know that the interview is over and that the 15 Champion needs a moment. She scurries off and the camera crew quickly follow suit, cutting away elsewhere to give Storm his space.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
★★★ 15 CHAMPIONSHIP ★★★
(c) Mark Storm vs. Ashley Sullivan

Sullivan starts off the match by knocking Storm back with a series of knife edge chops. An irish whip then sends Storm into the ropes. When he returns, Sullivan throws out a hurricanrana. But Storm cartwheels out of it. When Sullivan returns ot her feet, Storm nails her with a combination of high intensity strikes with his hands before doubling her over with a spinning back kick. An irish whip then sends her into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, Storm delivers a hip toss, cartwheels over, claps his hands and then hits her with a basement dropkick for a two count. He then sends Sullivan back into the ropes with another irish whip. This time, Storm goes to throw her down with a back body drop. But Sullivan slips down from behind. After Sullivan applies a waist lock from behind, Storm runs forward, hooks his arms around the top rope and yanks back, sending Sullivan down to the mat. As Sullivan rolls off the mat, Storm rushes over and throws out a discus elbow. But Sullivan cuts him off with a dropkick for a two count.

Storm is then sent into the ropes with an irish whip. Sullivan runs over into the corner and throws out the Wind Kick (corner big boot)! But Storm catches her foot before shoving her down to the mat. As Sullivan rolls back up to her feet, Storm comes out of the corner and knocks her down with a rolling kick for a two count! Storm then shoots Sullivan into the ropes with an irish whip. When Sullivan returns, Storm grabs her by the back of the hair, runs and tosses her over the top rope. Instead of crashing to the floor, Sullivan hangs onto the top rope. The crowd cheers as she “skins the cat,” pulling herself over the top rope and back into the ring. When Sullivan turns around, the cheers turn to boos when Storm connects with a running clothesline, sending her over the top rope and to the floor! While Sullivan picks herself up on the outside, Storm turns and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, he flips over the top rope and knocks Sullivan down with a topé con hilo! Storm rolls Sullivan back inside and makes the cover. But Sullivan gets her shoulder up at two. So Storm grabs her and chucks her through the ropes and onto the apron. As Sullivan pulls herself up, Storm runs into the corner before delivering a triangle dropkick that knocks Sullivan back to the outside! As Sullivan gets back up to a vertical base, Storm runs over into the corner, slingshots over the top rope onto the middle rope, flips back and wipes out Sullivan with a Triangle Moonsault! Storm brings her back inside and makes the cover. But Sullivan gets her boot on the bottom rope!

As the match continues in the fifth minute, Storm throws Sullivan down with a sitout face slam for a two count! A snap suplex gets a two count! After sending Sullivan crashing sternum-first into the turnbuckles, she stumbles backwards out of the corner and back over to Storm, who throws her down with an inverted exploder suplex for a two count! After lifting Sullivan up onto his shoulders, he hoists her up for an elevated powerbomb when Sullivan counters with a hurricanrana! She then brings Storm down with a one-handed bulldog! Sullivan follows up with the Wind Whisper (Rolling Senton) for a two count! An irish whip is then reversed, sending Sullivan into the ropes. When she returns, she slides through Storm’s legs. When Storm turns around, Sullivan doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before bringing him down with a swinging neckbreaker. She then drags Storm into position before heading into the corner and going for a springboard moonsault. But Sullivan ends up crashing across Storm’s knees after he raises them up!

In the eighth minute, Storm delivers a backbreaker followed by a gutbuster! He then hoists Sullivan off the mat before throwing her down with a deadlift gutwrench sitout powerbomb for a two count! After tossing Sullivan through the ropes and onto the apron, Storm steps out onto the apron, pulls up Sullivan and goes for an inverted exploder suplex. But Sullivan uses her free arm to block the move by wrapping her arm around the top rope. She then fights back with a tiro of elbows before planting Storm with a DDT on the apron! After climbing back up onto the apron, Sullivan begins to wave up Storm. Once Storm gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Sullivan runs along the apron, flips off and brings him down with a Blockbuster on the floor! She brings Storm back inside and makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Storm gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Sullivan takes Storm and whips him into the corner in the eleventh minute. After rocking Storm with the Wind Kick, Sullivan plants him with a Tornado DDT! She then flattens him with a Shining Wizard for a two count! After Storm is brought down with a side russian leg sweep, Sullivan heads out onto the apron, scales ot the top turnbuckle and flips off for Sunset (Swanton Bomb)! But Storm rolls out of the way, causing Sullivan to crash onto the canvas! Storm then pulls Sullivan back to her feet and delivers two palm strikes, followed by a shoot kick to the leg, followed by a spinning backfist. Storm throws out a discus clothesline when Sullivan counters with Into Dust (Codebreaker)! As Storm tries to get back to his feet, Sullivan bounces against the ropes, rebounds back and brings Storm down with Pink Velvet (Lethal Injection)! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! THREE! NEW CHAMPION!







NO!

Tristan Ambrose climbs up onto the apron and distracts the referee! The crowd erupts with boos while Ambrose continues to argue with the official. Sullivan looks over and spots Ambrose on the apron. So she gets up, runs over and blasts him with a running forearm strike! The crowd explodes with cheers when Ambrose falls to the floor. When Sullivan turns around, she sees Storm trying to attack. So she doubles him over with a boot to the midsection. She sets up Storm for a DDT when Storm counters with a bridging northern lights suplex. He then floats over, pulls Sullivan back up to her fete, turns her upside down and then plants her with a Tombstone Piledriver! The boos continue as Storm pulls Sullivan back up, lifts her up onto his shoulders and drives her down with the Heroes End (One Winged Angel) for the three count!

Mark Storm O || Heroes End! (14:35) || Ashley Sullivan X

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, which makes the crowd roar with cheers. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, giddy with excitement. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to cheer, holler and clamor for the man that’s about to make his way out onto the stage. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd. Chandler scans the crowd and takes in the ovation he's being given. He puts his hand over his heart and nods before pointing to someone in the crowd.

The DNA of FGA begins to walk down the aisle. Once he reaches ringside, he slaps the hands of a few lucky fans before making his way up the ropes. After wiping his feet off on the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the middle ropes and puts his hand above his eyes as he once again scans the crowd. He smirks as he slowly slaps his chest three times before pointing to another lucky fan in the crowd. Chandler steps down and calls for a microphone, which Melanie Sierra gladly gives him. Once the music dies down, Chandler goes to speak. But he's overtaken by the loud chants from the crowd.

CHANDLER SCOTT!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

CHANDLER SCOTT!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

CHANDLER SCOTT!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

Chandler Scott: … I missed you guys, too.


Chandler shakes his head. He can't help but to smirk. He puts his head down as the fans given him around round of applause. Once the applause finally dies down, Chandler goes to speak again when he's cut off by...

WELCOME BACK!!!
WELCOME BACK!!!
WELCOME BACK!!!
WELCOME BACK!!!
WELCOME BACK!!!

Chandler purses his lips to stop himself from getting emotional. He quicky runs is hand down his face before composing himself. After surveying the crowd, he raises his hand in the air to try and get the crowd to settle down. A few more seconds later, the lively crowd quiets down to hear from Chandler for the first time in weeks.

Chandler Scott: Alright, guys. I didn’t come out here to get sentimental. I came out here to address business. The last time you guys saw me in this ring, I was getting the holy hell beat out by 12 of Vertigo’s finest. Now I’ll admit it. I fell into the trap. I should have saw it coming. I should have known better. But I let my emotions get the better of me. I let Evan E-

BOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Chandler’s quickly cut off by the jeering from the crowd. The boos towards the Undisputed Championship are quickly replaced with chants of..

FUCK YOU, ENVI!!!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

FUCK YOU, ENVI!!!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

FUCK YOU, ENVI!!!
CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP

The crowd continues jeering and booing the Chief before finally quieting down.

Chandler Scott: … I let Evan Envi stall for time and when I finally realized what was happening, it was too late. A prolonged 12-on-1 beatdown later and you people have been deprived of seeing me in this ring ever since. After that night, I’ve been deprived from competing in the sport that I love due to various injuries. Injuries that I’ve still yet to be cleared from.

Another round of boos from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: But the only thing that sucks worse than that is the fact that 99 percent of the people in the back right now acted like they couldn’t have cared less.

There are some light boos. Chandler paces back and forth before continuing.

Chandler Scott: Now I get it. This is a Dog Eat Dog world. With a guy like me out of the way, that makes the road to the top a little bit easier for you. With me out of the way, it’s one less hurdle you have to get over. But Jesus Christ, we’re in the middle of a war here and at the very least, I would expect some brand loyalty. Just a small show of support. Something, anything. Brandon Macdonald has been trying to screw over Hadley Herrera since the very beginning and you all felt a way about it. When Brian Stryker got royally screwed out of the Pride Championship match that he earned, you all felt a way about it. When Evan Envi screwed over Johnny Karma and ran off to Vertigo with the Undisputed Championship, you all felt a way about it. Yet I got the crap kicked out of me by a dozen people on their show and the overwhelming majority of you acted like you didn’t give a damn. I mean hell, when Amanda Johnson pressed The Chaotics on the issue, they simply shrugged their shoulders and essentially went “welp, we coulda helped him. But he was totally outnumbered and we wouldn’t have been much help anyway. So better him than us. Sorry dude.”

Some more light boos can be heard towards the perceived lack of support. While Chandler paces back and forth, his head shakes with disgust...

Chandler Scott: See, that makes me feel some type of way. Especially in light of recent events. When I was getting stomped into the ground, only one of you bothered to show any type of support. Yet seven days later, when it’s YOU getting stomped into the ground… when it’s YOU getting busted open… when it’s YOU getting jumped… when it’s YOU getting hit with chairs… when it’s YOU getting put through tables, oh NOW everyone on Flashpoint has a problem. NOW everyone wants to take it to Vertigo. NOW everyone wants to rally the troops, band together, go to war and fight the good fight. Imagine that…

Chandler couldn’t roll his eyes any harder if he tried.

Chandler Scott: Two weeks ago, I watched Flashpoint and heard our esteemed GM say with a straight face to Brian Stryker, “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. Who else has a hatred for Brandon McDonald like yourself?” Well, I don’t know about you guys, but after what happened nearly a month ago, I think I’ve got a pretty big gripe with Brandon Macdonald and his roster.

A round of cheers and applause are heard from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: It’s like this. I’m not out here lobbying for the captaincy. I don’t need the pomp and circumstance that comes with being the leader of Team Flashpoint. Stryker can walk around here with the “C” stitched onto his tights for all I care. The only thing I need is a piece of Macdonald and Team Vertigo. Stryker, you say you want the best? You say you need the best? You’re looking at the best right here. So this isn’t me throwing my name out there as a suggestion. This isn’t me begging for your permission to be apart of the squad. This is me telling you that you’re looking at the fifth and final member of Team Flashpoint!

The announcement as Chandler as the final member of Team Flashpoint pops the crowd here in OKC. “YES! YES! YES!” chants soon follow.

Chandler Scott: And I’m not doing this for our GM. I’m not doing this for the majority of this roster. I’m doing this for you guys.

Chandler states as he points out to the crowd. On cue, another round of cheers ring throughout the Chesapeake Energy Arena.

Chandler Scott: But above all else, I’m doing this for one person in particular. The one person in FGA that has had my back for the last several months. The person that has been loyal to me and has never asked for anything in return and that person… is Noelle Smith.

The crowd applauds the mention of the inaugural United States Champion.

Chandler Scott: Noe, you’ve had my back throughout this entire time. I just want you to know that I’ve still got yours. And if you’re going into battle against Team Vertigo? Then you can bet that I’ll be right there with you!

Another round of cheers.

Chandler Scott: At All-Star Showdown Seven, Johnny Karma is going to take the Undisputed Championship back from that trashbox Evan Envi and bring it back to THE number one show here in FGA. But before Karma caps off the pay per view and sends the fans home happy, we’re going to have ourselves a ten man tag team match. Team Vertigo vs. Team Flashpoint. They’re best against our best. On July 14, when Vertigo looks across the ring and sees the five wrestlers that make up Team Flashpoint? They will see for the first time what a real Firing Squad looks like.

A couple of “OOOOOOs” and snickering can be heard from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: And we will not rest until each and every single last one of you has been taken out. At All-Star Showdown Seven, every head will bow and every tongue will confess that Team Flashpoint…

Chandler throws the mic into the air and let’s the fans finish off with…

Crowd: REIGNS SUPREME!!!

With that, Chandler flips the microphone over his back before exiting the ring. “Perfect Strangers” pumps through the speakers while Chandler takes his time high fiving the fans around the ring. Once he finishes circling the ring, the DNA of FGA makes his way up the aisle and up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, Chandler turns to face the crowd. He raises his arms in the air as the twentieth episode of Flashpoint fades to black...