AfterBurn for Above & Beyond VI

[FGA Office]

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[Ashley Marie Chase]

Jesse Pederson knocks on the door of AAA locker room before slowly opening it and walking inside.

Jesse: Hello? It is Jesse Pederson is anybody here?

Jesse looks around but the only thing she sees is AAA Mascot/Manager/Toy Peanut sitting on a chair in the middle of the room wearing a General’s hat with a cigar in his mouth.

Jesse: Hmm doesn’t look like anybody is here. Guess i will see who else is available to talk.

Jesse turns to leave but then hears a deep voice speak to her

???: What about me? You anti Furby or something toots?

Jesse turns around but sees nothing except for Peanut blinking at her

Peanut: That’s right i can talk. So you anti Furby or what cause I am here and ready to talk toots.

Jesse: No way. You can’t really be talking.

Peanut Blinks

Peanut: Of course I am talking. How else do you think I tell my girls how to do my plans? I mean that Chase girls listens pretty good but Sands does her own thing and well Sullivan doesn’t listen at all but she is good people and in the end it always works out. I mean come on you saw my girls out there kicking ass and taking names. You saw Sullivan refusing to quit and getting the win! You saw Chase flying around out there making those boys dizzy! You saw Sands sacrifice her body for the cause!!! My girls are Golden I tell you GOLDEN!!!!

Jesse eyes are huge as she can’t believe the Furby can really talk

Jesse: So um now that you defeated The Resistance what is next for AAA?

Peanut: Well obviously Sands and Chase want those tag titles and we both know they would of won that tournament if not for those Resistance scum bags. As for Sullivan i see her as the top champ around here one day, But until then she will cheerlead for Sands and Chase and just beat all those she faces.

Jesse is still amazed to be standing with a talking Furby who continues blinking at her

Jesse: So what is next for you then?

She asks with a reluctant look on her face

Peanut: Well toots i figure I would finish my cigar here and maybe hit the showers. Maybe you want to join me toots? You know once you go Furby ……..

Jessie eyes get huge and she makes a beeline to the door

Jesse: What is that i am needed um elsewhere.

Once Jesse leaves we hear loud laughter as AMC walks out from a darkened corner of the locker room

AMC: Oh My God wait till i tell Sully and Ant about this.

AMC picks up Peanut and leaves the locker room laughing

[Smart Style]

Having done exact what he said Smart Style would do, namely gain a deserved victory over The Fam and looked damn good in doing so, as mark Bisley returns from his much-deserved victory shower he has a spring in his step and Alt-J's "Something Good" playing loudly on his MP3 player, and he's in such a good mood he doesn't appear the least bit bothered by the amount of water streaming from his hair onto his street clothes

Once he's reached the locker room Bisley pauses for a second to make use of the towel he has slung over his shoulder to dab some of the excess moisture from his brows and fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he stepped out of the shower, and once he's satisfied he opens the locker room door to see...his partner sitting there, still wearing his ring gear and covered in sweat, even though the match had finished a long time ago

Mark Bisley: You know the showers are down the hall, right?

Instead of answering the question, Majima simply turns his head in Bisley's direction and gives a firm nod, but Bisley remains in the doorway wondering what the hell is going on

Mark Bisley: You're not worried about using up all the hot water are you? I remember what you said about 3GW, where the guys working in the main event had to put up with a tepid shower because the guys who were on first used it all up, but there's enough hot water for an entire NHL team so I think you're good.

Shintaro Majima: You are aware of what happened this evening?

With his expression turning from befuddled to perplexed, Bisley looks at his partner like he should consider taking a concussion test

Mark Bisley: Yeah, we won.

Shintaro Majima: No, that is not what happened.

Mark Bisley: I'm pretty sure it is...

Shintaro Majima: No, what happened tonight is that several years of taunts, several years of insults, several years of the arrogant fool telling anyone who would listen that he is better than me were finally vanquished.

Bisley nods, not so much in agreement but more in an "Okay..." sort of way

Shintaro Majima: You may believe that winning tonight was just a win, another to throw onto the pile with all others, but for me it was vindication. For so long I have been told I cannot beat him, for so long I have had that victory elude me, but tonight I was the one who pinned him. While I am sure that he will try and concoct some excuse to claim that it does not count, he knows he will never be able to say that I cannot defeat him. I have long looked forward to this moment, far too long if I am honest, and I am going to savour it for as long as I can.

At last Bisley appears to understand where his partner is coming from, and he is clearly in agreement...but there's one thing he still can't get past

Mark Bisley: At the risk of ruining the moment for you, I'm going to suggest that it is possible to savour the moment while not marinating in a puddle of your own sweat. It's not hygienic, for one thing, and are you really sure that you want to remember this moment considering you happened to smell...well let's just say "Not good" is the polite way to phrase it.

Listening to his partner's words, Majima looks down to see that he is sitting in a puddle of his own sweat, and he soon notices the amount of dirt and grime covering his torso that he picked up during the match

Shintaro Majima: You may have a point.

As he goes to stand up so he can take his long-overdue shower, there's a commotion in the hallway and Bisley raises a hand to tell his partner to hold off for a moment as he opens the door a crack and looks outside, listening to the raised voices as they rush past before he closes the door again and turns towards his partner

Mark Bisley: So it looks like we were right about The Chaotics being a pair of garbage human beings.

Giving little more than a shrug, indicating his complete lack of surprise at the news, Majima simply picks up a towel and heads for the door so he can continue savouring this long-overdue moment in a much-deserved shower

[The Mason]

Our scene opens up in the backstage area. From behind, we can see the unmistakable figures of the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca of the Chaotics. Though they have their suitcases wheeling behind him, both Grapplers appear to still be in wrestling gear aside from a pair of dark gray “CHAOS STRYKE” shirts thrown over their torsos. The cameras follow us through the double doors that Logan shoves open, leading into the private section of the arena parking lot. The Tag Champions appear to be making a beeline toward a red ‘17 Lexus RS marked as an Uber.

???: Logan! Ashlyn!

The champions glance toward each other, but never stop their trek toward the vehicle. The footsteps behind them grow more frantic until Amanda Johnson bursts into frame, walking backwards in an attempt to match the pace of Alexander and De Luca.

Amanda Johnson: Logan. Ashlyn. The show isn’t even over--

Logan Alexander: But we’ve already taken care of our business. What does Hadley need us here for now? Gonna pick another team or two from a hat this time? Probably a few more people looking for a handout from the GM.

Johnson looks a bit jarred by the statement, but not entirely surprised, allowing her to quickly regroup.

Amanda Johnson: Guys, look. We know that you’ve been through a lot as World Tag Team Champions. We know that you’ve got this grudge against Hadley Herrera, but--

Ashlyn De Luca: Grudge?

Ashlyn looks over her shoulder at Amanda, laughing dryly as she continues to walk.

Ashlyn De Luca: There’s no grudge. We already accepted that we look at the Chaotics a lot differently than Hadley looks at the Chaotics. Outside of tag title defenses-- outside of propping up the division she almost single-handedly took a shit on, she doesn’t look at the Chaotics at all. But you know what? She looks at her brother a lot. She looks at her sister-in-law a lot. Notices them a hell of a lot more than she notices some people on her roster, hah.

The Chaotics slow to a stop a few feet away from their Uber, finally turning to fully face Amanda.

Ashlyn De Luca: The way I see it… if we’ve got a submission locked on one of them… or we’re stomping the hell out of one of them… or one of them is hurt because we made it that way, then yeah, that sucks, but at least Hadley Herrera has eyes on us then. Right? We do NOT get left out of the conversation when we’re on her mind. Period. From now on, when Hadley thinks of her family, she thinks of Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca. And that’s not me being a dick. That’s not the way we made it-- that’s the way Hadley made it.

Logan Alexander: We’re simply working with the hand she’s dealt us. We carry the titles. We prove our worth. Then she sits back, watches as other teams try to pick us apart, and then gives them a title match against us. Then we go out and we pick them apart. And that’s what we did tonight. The Dogs of War got what was coming to them. The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad did too. Perhaps the next time Peaches opens her mouth to talk trash, she’ll remember where she ended up this time around.

Peaches: Y’all get back here! Ya hear?

The doors swing open as the members of The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad burst through, and out into the parking lot. They’re flanked by several members of the backstage staff - medical and security from the looks of it - who are trying to stop them. But they only serve to slow down the hellbent pair.

Peaches: We ain’t done here! Y’all got some explainin’ to do!

Dan Herrera: Logan! Ashlyn! Get back here!

As we pan back to the Tag Team champions, Ashlyn gives Amanda a casual shrug, though she’s very quick to open the rear passenger door of the Lexus.

Ashlyn De Luca: Anyway. It feels really crowded here. We’re gonna bail.

Amanda Johnson: But--

Ashlyn climbs in, both suitcases thrown in ahead of her before Logan casually enters the passenger’s front seat of the vehicle, pausing just long enough to smile and wave to Peaches, then both doors close simultaneously.

Peaches: You can’t keep runnin’!

She yells out past the group of security guards as the Lexus drives away with The Chaotics inside. The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad members can only watch on in anger as their attackers escape unscathed. Dan and Peaches both glaring from beneath their furrowed brows as the security guards continue holding them back. The medics telling them to let them do their jobs, but not tonight. Not while there’s revenge to be had!