Flashpoint (10.14.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

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

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

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

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



The video fades to an outside shot of the SNHU Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire. 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...

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

Chandler swings his International Heavyweight Championship across his shoulder before making his way down the aisle. After slapping hands with one or two lucky fans, he leaps onto the apron and enters through the ropes. Chandler times his ascension onto the middle ropes with the beginning of the chorus. The crowd sings along with the chorus while he slowly raises the International Heavyweight Championship with one arm. When the chorus ends, Chandler hops off the middle ropes, turns and lands on his feet. Chandler then calls for a mic, which Melanie Sierra gladly gives him.

As the music dies down, Chandler takes note of the chants from the crowd.

YOU DESERVE IT
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

YOU DESERVE IT
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

YOU DESERVE IT
*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Chandler Scott: It’s been a long time, huh?

Chandler says as he nods with his head towards the International Heavyweight Championship across his shoulder. A round of cheers can be heard from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: It’s been a long, arduous road getting back to this point. 1,016. That’s the amount of days that passed between the last time I held the FGA World Championship and when I won this.

Chandler once again gestures to the IHC belt across his shoulders.

Chandler Scott: Nearly three long years had passed since the last time I won a top championship here in FGA. Sure, I had my fair share of accomplishments during that time. Multiple year end awards… a Frontier Lions Cup victory… I even got the highest honor of being inducted into the inaugural class of FGA’s Hall of Fame. But while it was an honor of being immortalized as one of the best to ever do it in this company, I didn’t have anything that said I was the best doing it today. Until now.

Chandler slips the championship off his shoulder before holding it in the air for a round of cheers from the crowd. He returns the title to his shoulder before continuing.

Chandler Scott: This championship right here signifies my climb back up that tall mountain. This title is the end result of hard work. This title is the end result of overcoming adversity, be it an injury that took six months off my career or overcoming big loss after big loss after big loss. This title right here doesn’t just make me the best here on Flashpoint. This belt right here makes me the best, period.

Another round of cheers can be heard from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: Some people would lead you to believe that this belt was created to be the top championship here on Flashpoint. In the hands of most people, I would agree. But as the old saying goes, the title doesn’t make the man, the man makes the title. So when you look at this International Heavyweight Championship and you see it slung over my shoulder? It doesn’t mean that Chandler Scott is just the top champion here on Flashpoint. Oh no, no, no, no, no. This championship? In these hands? That makes me THE top champion here in FGA because let me tell you, it damn sure isn’t that guy on the other show!

The crowd cheers despite the obvious jab towards Jimmy Page.

Chandler Scott: Once again, Flashpoint holds the top prize. Once again, Flashpoint is home to THE top champion in all of FGA. And let me tell you guys something. I’m not… going… anywhere!

That announcement is music to their ears.

Chandler Scott: You won’t see my signing backroom deals to go run off to the other show. I rep these Flashpoint colors proudly. To borrow a phrase from my fellow champion Kendall Kingham, I am proud to call the Flashpoint Zone home…

More cheers come from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: … and I will call Flashpoint home until the very end. Now while I may have been the one that made history just a few weeks ago at Above & Beyond Six… while it may be my name that goes down in the records books, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give credit where credit is due… and that’s to you.

Chandler gestures out to the fans. His gesture is met with cheers.

Chandler Scott: You all have been with me every step of the way since my return from injury two and a half years ago. You have supported me. You have lifted me up. You are the ones that had my back when very few on this roster did. So for that I say… thank you.

The crowd claps and cheers for the IHC.

Chandler Scott: I said I’d be remiss if I didn’t give credit where it’s due. There’s one more person that I need to give credit to… and that’s Johnny Karma.

The crowd responds with a thunderous pop for the former Undisputed Champion.

Chandler Scott: Karma, I said I didn’t want your respect in the lead up to our match at Above & Beyond. But there’s still something I need to say to you, face to face. So Karma, I know you’re back there. So come on down.

Having issued his invitation, all eyes in the arena turn towards the entranceway as the crowd begins to chant for his rival to make an appearance

KARMA! KARMA! KARMA!

A moment later the intro to “When The Levee Breaks” echoes around the arena, and right on cue with the song’s main hook Johnny Karma walks out at the top of the ramp wearing the expression of a man who’s spent the last couple of weeks going over each and every thing he did at Above & Beyond in his mind, and standing by his side is Cherry Baum who appears to be telling Karma to watch his back

Making their way down to the ring, Karma slaps a few outstretched hands as he makes his way down the ramp but he doesn't seem as enthusiastic as he usually does, but more than anything else he’s keeping his focus on Chandler the entire time he’s headed down the ramp - and even when he’s stepping through the ropes into the ring he's keeping his eyes focused on Chandler, and once he's in the ring it’s clear Karma is more interested in Chandler getting this over with than anything else

Chandler Scott: Now John… the two of us, we said a lot in the buildup to our match a few weeks ago. We didn’t hold anything back. We didn’t pull any punches. You told your truth and I told mine. When it was go time, when didn’t hold anything back there, either. You gave me your best shot and I gave you mine. You threw everything in your arsenal at me while I had to dig deep and pull out everything against you. In the end, only one of us was going to be walking out of that ring with our arms raised in victory. Only one of us was going to have the privilege of becoming the first International Heavyweight Champion. But let me tell you something, Karma. That match was never going to have just one winner. The fans that night in Staples, just like the fans here in the SNHU Arena? They were the true winners.

The crowd confirms this with a roar of cheers.

Chandler Scott: John, I didn’t call you out here to brag. I called you out here… to say thank you.

Some gasps can be heard while the crowd murmurs.

Chandler Scott: You pushed me to my limits. You made me put in the work to get back to this point. You forced me to up my game if I ever wanted to get past you and that’s exactly what I did at Above & Beyond.

More cheers from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: It would be easy for me to be a braggart. It would be easy for me to literally rub this title in your face. But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to make you say that I was the better man at Above & Beyond. I don’t want to hear that from you.

More cheers from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: … I want to hear it from you.

The crowd gasps when Chandler turns and looks right at Cherry Baum.

Chandler Scott: That’s right, Cherry, I want to hear it from you! Me and Karma? We were never the best of friends. But the tension between the two of us increased because of what you said. There was beef between he and I because you just couldn’t help running your mouth! So what I want you to do is take that big mouth of yours, swallow that slice of humble pie, and let the world know that I was the better man at Above & Beyond.

The crowd is split between cheers and boos for Chandler. The DNA of FGA holds the mic out in front of Cherry. But Cherry isn’t interested in playing Chandler’s game. If she were to say something right now, every other word would probably have to be censored.

Chandler Scott: Don’t get shy now, Cherry. You had no problem flapping that trout mouth of yours just a few weeks ago. You had no problems talking slick before. So go ahead, Cherry, speak into the mic and let the world know who the man is.

Chandler smirks as he once again holds the mic out in front of Cherry. There are still some cheers. But the boos are starting to overwhelm them.

Chandler Scott: C’mon, Cherry…

Chandler lights taps Cherry on the lips with the foam mic cover.

Chandler Scott: Bump those gums for me...

Refusing to listen to this for a second longer Karma deftly snatches the microphone out of Chandler’s hand, leading to a moment of tension as he gives Chandler the sort of look that says conveys what a piece of dreck Chandler’s acting like at this very moment without having to utter so much as a syllable, a look that causes a significant increase in tension among the SNHU Arena crowd as Karma appears to be on the verge of thinking “What the heck” and dropping the mic so he can simply laying into Chandler.

Geoff Penzer: Johnny Karma’s had enough of this!

As he maintains his Kubrick stare in Chandler’s direction, Karma ever so slowly raises the microphone to his lips, and it's clear by his measured tone of voice he’s strongly resisting the urge to give Chandler an education in the less desirable parts of the Yiddish dictionary.

Johnny Karma: First of all, Chandler, I guess I should be thanking you. You see, I was sat backstage without a title in my possession, and there were a lot of things going through my mind. There was the obvious things, such as me doing what I’ve done for the past couple of weeks watching and rewatching to try and find that split second where I should’ve done this instead of that and it cost me, or there’s that well-worn entry on my TV Tropes page of me staring at my navel for a few weeks as I ponder what exactly I am going to do from this point on.

Stepping back, Karma uses his hands to create a frame around Chandler before he steps right back to where he was standing before.

Johnny Karma: I was more than prepared to be the better man and offer congratulations for finding that extra 1% to take you over the line to win that title, but you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?

Passing the mic from one hand to the other, Karma uses his free hand to swipe a strand of hair out of his eyes

Johnny Karma: Do you remember what I said, to your face, during the buildup to the match? I told you that you’ve always walked around like every single person in this company, from everyone in the back to the people in the stands, owe you one.

Karma passes the mic back into his right hand and raises an accusing finger, jabbing it in Chandler’s direction

Johnny Karma: You had one shot to prove me wrong, to rise above it, but what did you think was a better use of your time? Strutting out here like the conquering hero, acting like a trombenik, and then think it was the best use of the finite amount of time we’re allocated this evening to try and settle a few scores while standing inside the ring. So contrary to what you think, Chandler, throwing your weight around because you got your claws on the title doesn't automatically make you the best - and I’m also going to have to disagree with the crowd on this one, because, if that’s the way you’re going to act you clearly don’t deserve it.

The crowd let out a loud “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” at Karma’s harsh assessment of Chandler’s one-man coronation ceremony - but before Chandler can respond…

“Okay,” Johnny Stevens’ vocals are quickly followed by the meandering opening strains of “My Name is Human.” Highly Suspect’s hit song sends the raucous crowd into another frenzy as James Edwards breaks through the curtain. His walk matches the slow beat of his entrance music, and he is hell bound and determined to make this moment his, precedent be damned, the casual fan might think. Those that now the Burning Heart well know he is gathering his thoughts. Regardless, his arrival in the already crowded ring is met with amusement by Karma; the champion eyes him with a trace of hostility as James calls for a microphone and receives one from a stagehand.

James Edwards: With all due respect to you two…

Edwards gestures towards Karma and Cherry.

James Edwards: I don’t give a damn what is going on, and it’ll have to wait. And you and me…

Edwards points toward Chandler Scott and then back at himself.

James Edwards: We’ve got a little business to discuss.

The crowd cheers. They’ve read social media and know Edwards’ intentions.

James Edwards: From the second I knocked your ass out, and your arm hit the ropes two months ago, keepin’ me from facing Karma for that belt, I’ve made my goal crystal clear. I wanted the first shot at the new champion. I knew if I wanted to accomplish my goal that I needed to make a statement. So I challenged any former FGA World Champion to get in the ring with me. I figured beating one of em’ would do the trick. Then Brian Stryker happened.

A loud chorus of boos greets the mere mention of the former 15 Champion, causing Edwards to chuckle.

James Edwards: Yeah, I think he’s a prick too, but he is also a helluva a fighter, and he gave me everything he had in LA. Everything Brian Stryker had wasn’t good enough, though. As hard as he tried to break me, I wouldn’t crack. As much as he tried to piss me off, I took it in stride and used it as fuel to the fire, man. As good as Brian Stryker was at “Above and Beyond,” he couldn’t match my toughness or desire. That’s why when the bell rang, I walked out with my head held high while he lay on the canvas not knowin’ his ass from his mama.

Edwards pauses and locks eyes with Scott.

James Edwards: When I walked back through the curtain, I knew I’d made a statement; one that even a blind man could see. When it comes to the number one contender to the FGA International Heavyweight Championship there is only one obvious choice; it is undisputed. At Final Frontier it should be me verses you, Chandler.

Edwards’ challenge is met with a tsunami of noise from the New Hampshire crowd. Chandler looks around at the cheering crowd, who are excited at the possibility of Scott versus Edwards for the title. Chandler turns back to Edwards, looks him up and down and smirks before turning his back to him. The DNA of FGA exits the ring as he confidently makes his way back up the ramp and through the curtain, leaving Karma, Cherry and Edwards in the ring.

Geoff Penzer: “The Burning Heart” wants Chandler Scott at Final Frontier! But the International Heavyweight Champion has just brushed him off! How will Edwards take that slight from the new champion? We’re going to have to wait and see.

Geoff Penzer: Hello, wrestling fans and welcome to another installment of Flashpoint! I am your host, Geoff Penzer! We just kicked off our first show post-Above & Beyond with some heated moments between both Scott and Karma, as well as Scott and Edwards! We’re going to have to monitor those situations and see what develops from there. Tonight, we have two huge championship matches. In our first contest of the night, Salem defends her newly won United States Championship against Ashley Sullivan! Both champion and challenger have been red hot since making their returns to FGA earlier this year. Both held gold here in FGA before. Salem with the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion and Sullivan as one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions. Can Sullivan end Salem’s reign before it really even gets off the ground? Or will Salem overcome the tough challenge that’s immediately been put into her path since becoming champion at Above & Beyond? What does the former champion Savannah Taylor have to say about all of this? We’re looking to get a word with the Las Vegas Siren here tonight. Then in our main event, we’ve got our second of two championship matches as The Chaotics defend their World Tag Team Titles against Ashley Marie Chase and Antoinette Sands! Both teams came off of huge wins at Above & Beyond. The collective of Triple A were able to defeat The Resistance, seemingly putting that issue to bed once and for all. Then, The Chaotics successfully defended their titles against both the Dogs of War and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. After weeks and months of some issues between the team, Alexander finally took back his half of the Tag Titles! The fans rejoiced as The Chaotics were on the same page. But in an instant, those cheers turned to boos when The Chaotics ran back into the ring and attacked Dan Herrera and Peaches after the match! That attack was uncalled for! It was unprovoked! It was cowardly, if you want my professional opinion! Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca have a lot of explaining to do. Hopefully, we get some answers out of the champions tonight.

Geoff Penzer: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got another solid night of action coming to you right here on FX. Coming up next, it’s going to Salem defending her U.S. Championship against Ashley Sullivan, right after the break!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

A video begins to play with AAA member Ashley Sullivan leaning against a wall backstage already dressed in her ring gear for match soon. Her back to the wall and leg bent back to hold a boot up to the wall behind her, Ashley gives a look to the side at the sound of fans in the nearby arena. She smiles slightly before returning her attention to the camera.

Ashley Sullivan: I owe you an apology, Salem. When you won the US Title from Savannah at Above and Beyond, I was not amongst the first to offer my congratulations to you, when I really should have been. We've known each other for a long time, fought many times in a different place for a different prize, going back years in our careers. You deserve better than that, more of a show of respect. But the truth of the matter is, I was a bit busy taking in everything that happened at Above and Beyond myself to concern myself with what else was going on in FGA.

Ashley pauses for a moment, taking in a sigh before letting out the deep breath of relief.

Ashley Sullivan: At Above and Beyond, I had my own challenge to overcome. With the help of my friends, we finally put everything from The Resistance behind us. As soon as I came back to FGA, I had to deal with the constant threat of Tristan Ambrose or someone he hired to come and ruin an opportunity for me. He was my boogeyman, the ghost in the darkness. But now that that demon is gone, I can finally focus on what I came back here to do.

She stops, tilting her head to the side slightly before continuing.

Ashley Sullivan: I owe you another apology, Salem. You just won the title and you're already being tested for it. The last time I had a chance for it against Savannah, it was pulled right from my fingers because of BROOKFORD. Now that I don't have to worry about that threat anymore, who's to say I can't take it from you only weeks after you fought so hard for it? I'm not about to go out there just to give you a workout and see just how worthy of a champion that you are. I'm already very much aware of that fact. No, I'm going out there with every intention of walking out as the new US champ. Which would make you the transitional champion between me and Savannah and you deserve better than to play that role.

Pulling her boot away from the wall, Ashley steps away slightly closer to the camera.

Ashley Sullivan: Did the cards tell you that's how it would be though? Who's to say why fate wrote that kind of script for you but if it's how it's going to be, there's no shame in it. After working so long and hard at this, I can't let this kind of opportunity just pass me by. This isn't about Triple A or anything. This is about me and retaking my place in this business. Good luck out there, Salem. And bring me your best. I wouldn't expect anything less from you.

Ashley moves to her left, pulling aside twin black curtains. There is a glimpse of the area behind the entrance stage before the curtains fall back to their original position as the video fades out.

[FGA Office]

The scene opens on a close-up of the FGA United States Championship. Eerie sounds of cawing crows, howling wolves, the leathery flap of bat wings, and finally a high-pitched cackle as the camera pans back and up to show the almost cherubic cute smiling face of Salem. Amanda Johnson is looking around in shock and awe trying to figure out where those sounds are coming from. She finally gathers herself and begins the interview.

Amanda Johnson: Ah… yes, um.. Salem, congratulations on the big win at Above and Beyond VI. How do you feel?

Salem removed the belt from her waist and gave it a hearty slap before hoisting it over her shoulder in full view of the camera, sweeping back her black locks from her eyes.

Salem: How do I feel? I feel right now like I felt the other night: elated, proud, full of a sense of accomplishment. No tears are coming right now but once I got this baby home to my little girl, my little pride and joy daughter Lily, we had a good cry. A cry of joy, a bit of relief. It’s been a long hard road these last two years and there were times when wrestling was the least of my worries. Not all battles are in the ring, mind you. Only through trial and tribulation was I able to focus all of that energy, both good and bad and follow through. I said I was going to win, I had to drag a champion and another supposed contender through the muck and mire, brimstone and fire to the altar of sacrifice. I gave of myself more to gain everything; the tangible recognition that I already knew in my heart for months: I am the United States Champion. This title and the holder are one and the same.

Amanda nodded with a smile.

Amanda Johnson: It was an incredible match, and BROOKFORD and Savannah Taylor gave you a fight. But the wheels of FGA never stop rolling, and it seems GM Hadley Herrera is giving you no rest as tonight you put that newly won title on the line against Ashley Sullivan.

Salem rubbed her chin looking down for a moment before returning her gaze.

Salem: There is truly no rest for the wicked, Amanda. I gotta say I’m surprised it’s not Savvy Tay-Tay or even BROOKY I’m facing tonight. But that’s neither here nor there. Matches are signed and you fight them. Rinse and repeat. BROOKFORD seems to have shifted his focus to other things. I already told Savannah on social media in a show of respect, new champ to former champ that of course she’s due a rematch. She seemed inclined to pick her spot and wait for an opportune time. I’m not questioning her prerogative tonight. Regardless, who I *am* facing is no pushover. Ash Sullivan and I have tussled before in other companies, over titles no less. This dance is not new, only the dancefloor. And you know darn well, I can shimmy like Travolta, light up the ground like MJ, and dance on air like Fred Astaire. So I welcome the renewal, it is only through quality opponents you truly prove yourself. And the proof is in the puddin’, Puddin’.

She bopped Amanda on the nose which caught her off guard a bit. She gave her a playful hug and continued.

Salem: Now now, we all know it’s October. So it really is my favorite time of the year. ‘Tis the Season! Don’t make me break it down for nothin’, I wanna see y’all on ya baddest behavior! Shake it like a holdin’ gold Witch-a!

Salem shook her booty and danced off screen as Amanda could only watch and laugh as the scene faded out.

[FGA Office]

★★★ FGA UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP ★★★
(c) Salem vs. Ashley Sullivan

The opening guitar riff of "Warrior" by Skarlett Riot begins to play over the sound system seconds before the Hybrid Champion Ashley Sullivan walks out onto the stage. Pointing out to the fans all over the arena, Sullivan walks down to the ring. Once she gets down to ringside, and gets on the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside. She nimbly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside to perch atop the top rope as she sits on her knees.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FGA UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger! From Bradley Beach, New Jersey! Representing Triple A… ASHLEY SULLIVAN!!!

With her name being announced, Ashley holds both of her arms up as she lays back on the turnbuckle post behind her. Flashing from cameras going off all around her, Sullivan rolls forwards to flip down into the ring and land on her feet.

Geoff Penzer: Ashley Sullivan is getting her second chance at an FGA championship since returning to the company earlier this year. She had a shot at the 15 Championship a few months back that ended badly for her when her nemesis, Tristan Ambrose, interfered. But with the business with Ambrose behind her, she shouldn’t have to worry about anyone interfering on her opponent’s behalf.

"I'll get you my pretty... and your little dog too!"

The funky drum beat and riff of 'Phenomena' by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs fills the arena and the quirky yet energetic Salem appears at the entrance wearing a hooded dark purple cloak with silver trim, the hood pulled over her eyes. She carries a silver cane, the top a silver claw gripping a dark purple crystal that has a plasma globe effect. She's tapping her foot and bopping her head to the beat, showing off the shiny title belt around her waist...

She unstraps the belt and raises it over head in both hands and motions for the fans to get hyped, dropping the belt over her shoulder and swinging the cane, then bops her way toward the ring in time with the song, popping her shoulders up and down, swaying her arms around with a coy smile and wink to the audience.

Geoff Penzer: Salem defeated Brookford and champion Savannah Taylor in a Triple Threat Match to become the new United States Champion a little over three weeks ago. But there’s no rest for the new champion as she’s immediately been thrown into a title match. She is no stranger to the woman standing across the ring from her tonight. There’s a huge amount of respect between these two. But only one will walk out the United States Champion. Can The Witch hang onto her gold here tonight?

She steps up the ring steps, throws her hood back, clutches the top rope and puts her feet on the bottom rope, gazing around and rocking up and down on the ropes...

She slides through the ropes, twirls off her cloak with a flourish and drops to a knee in the center of the ring placing the belt down in front of her, extending her arms out holding up the cane and playing to the crowd as the music fades. She hands the title belt to the referee and takes the cloak and cane to the corner, ready for the match.

Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Laval, Quebec, Canada! She is the reigning and defending FGA United States Champion! “Something Like a Phenomena”... SALEM!!!

The bell sounds as both grapplers make their way to the center of the ring. Salem and Sullivan stare each other down before shaking hands. The crowd responds with applause at the show of respect between champion and challenger. Both grapplers step back before circling the ring. They then head back towards the center and lockup. After jockeying for position, Salem places Sullivan is a side headlock. The hold doesn’t stay on for long as Sullivan shoves Salem off into the ropes. When Salem returns, she knocks Sullivan down with a running shoulder block. She drops down and makes the cover.

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Sullivan kicks out.

Salem pulls Sullivan back up and wrenches the arm. She then delivers another arm wrench. After Salem delivers a third arm wrench, Sullivan reaches over and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. Salem then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into another arm wrench of her own. The ref checks in on Sullivan. But the challenger doesn’t quit. She then rolls forward, turns over onto her knees, flips over with a headstand, spins in place and knocks Salem off her feet with a leg sweep. As Salem gets back up, Sullivan grabs her and whips her into the ropes. When Salem returns, Sullivan leapfrogs over her. Salem continues to run the ropes. When Salem returns, Sullivan goes for a hip toss. But Salem hops through it and goes for a hip toss of her own. But it gets blocked. So Salem tries to muscle Sullivan up for another hip toss. But again, it gets blocked. So Salem doubles Sullivan over with a punch to the midsection. She then drapes her leg across the back of Sullivan’s neck and performs a backflip. Once Salem lands on her feet, Sullivan knocks her down with a dropkick. Salem returns to her feet, only to get returned to the mat with another dropkick. Sullivan then takes Salem and whips her into the ropes. When the champ returns, Sullivan knocks her down with a spinning heel kick! She makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Salem kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Sullivan with the first nearfall of this championship match!

Sullivan takes Salem, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Salem and goes for an irish whip. But Salem reverses, follows Sullivan across the ring and connects with a corner space rolling elbow! The US Champion follows up with a one-handed bulldog that drives Sullivan down! She then pushes Salem over and makes the cover.

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Sullivan kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Just like that, the champ has taken control of this contest. Let’s see if she can build on this...

Salem picks up Sullivan and goes for an irish whip. But Sullivan reverses, sending Salem into the ropes. Sullivan throws out another spinning heel kick. This time, she throws it out too early, allowing Salem to hang onto the ropes. After Sullivan crashes onto the canvas, she slowly sits back up. Salem then rushes over and throws out a Penalty Kick. But Sullivan grabs a hold of the leg! She then slowly gets back to her feet. Sullivan then takes the leg, swings it away from her and grabs Salem from behind. She lifts the champ up for a belly to back suplex. But Salem rolls over her shoulder and lands on her feet. Salem then sets up for an inverted Exploder Suplex when Sullivan counters with multiple elbows to the back of the head. She then runs into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, she brings Salem down with a hurricanrana. Sullivan picks up Salem and sets up for a DDT. But before she can fall back and plant Salem into the mat, Salem grabs her, runs forward and rams her back-first into the corner. The US Champ follows up with repeated shoulder thrusts in the corner. She then steps back and rocks Sullivan with a roundhouse kick, sending the challenger slumping down in the corner. From there, Salem reaches down and nails Sullivan with rapid fire alternating elbow strikes while the crowd cheers! While Sullivan is dazed, Salem nails her with a hard chest kick. Then a second. Then a third! Followed by a fourth! The Witch then drags Sullivan from out of the corner before making the cover.

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Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Salem was just laying into Sullivan with those blows! She’s letting the challenger know that she means business here in tonight’s opening contest.

Salem pulls up the challenger and knocks her back with a hard chest kick. The Witch marches over and connects with another hard chest kick, knocking Sullivan into the ropes. The Witch then turns and runs into the far ropes. But unbeknownst to her, Sullivan is running right behind her. As soon as Salem’s back hits the ropes, Sullivan catches her with a back elbow strike! While the champ is rocked, Sullivan turns and runs back into the far ropes. But unbeknownst to her, Salem is right behind her! As soon as Sullivan hits the ropes, Salem connects with a Cactus Clothesline, sending them both tumbling over the top rope and crashing to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: Both champion and challenger just took a tumble to the floor after that wild clothesline from Salem!

Salem rolls back inside before getting back to her feet. Sullivan then begins to stir on the outside. Once the challenger starts to pick herself back up, Salem runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers when she goes for a slingshot plancha. But Sullivan dives back into the ring at the last second, causing Salem to splat on the outside!

Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home! Salem is down and could be hurt! This could spell bad news for the champion!

Sullivan gets up on all fours before picking herself back up. On the outside, Salem holds her lower back as she turns over onto a knee. While the champ starts to pick herself back up, Sullivan turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she goes for a baseball slide. But Salem slips out of the way. Once Sullivan slips to the outside, lands on her feet and turns to Salem, Salem throws out a high impact spinning backfist. But Sullivan ducks, grabs Salem from behind, lifts her up and delivers a belly to back suplex onto the apron! The cheers continue as she rolls back into the ring before running to the far ropes. When Sullivan returns, she connects with a baseball slide, knocking Salem off the apron and back to the floor! Sullivan heads over towards the corner and slaps the top turnbuckle repeatedly to get the crowd riled up. Once she sees Salem starting to stir on the outside, Sullivan begins to scale the turnbuckle. When Sullivan gets to the top, the crowd cheers when she backflips off and takes Salem down with a moonsault to the outside!

Geoff Penzer: The high risk pays off for Ash Sully as she just took out Salem on the floor! Are we seeing the US Championship beginning to slip out of Salem’s hands!?

Sullivan pulls Salem back up and rolls her back in. She then slides back into the ring and makes the cover.

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Salem gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Geoff Penzer: Good ring awareness there from the champion!

Sullivan pulls up Salem, brings her towards the center of the ring and delivers a snap suplex. She then turns over into a lateral press for the cover.

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Sullivan pulls up Salem, grabs her from the side and brings her down with a side russian leg sweep. She makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Sullivan pulls up Salem and whips her hard into the corner before running into the ropes. As Salem staggers out of the corner, Sullivan comes back and drives her down with a one-handed bulldog of her own! She then pulls Salem over and makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Sullivan gave Salem a taste of her own medicine. But once again, it only gets a count two.

Sullivan pulls the champ back to her feet before driving her back down with a reverse side russian leg sweep. She pulls Salem over and makes the cover.

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Salem gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Salem was just driven face-first into the canvas! But the champ was bale to avoid that dreaded three count.

Sullivan picks up Salem and pulls her over into the corner. After hoisting herself up onto the middle ropes, Sullivan grabs Salem and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Salem ends up shoving her off of her mid turn. Once Sullivan lands on her feet, the crowd gasps and cheers when Salem runs over and jumps up to deliver the New Hampshire Handshake. But Sullivan leaps into the air and counters with Into Dust (Codebreaker)!!! Salem bounces off of Sullivan’s knees before rolling across the ring.

Geoff Penzer: INTO DUST! Sullivan just countered the New Hampshire Handshake! AND SALEM LOOKS TO BE OUT OF IT! DO WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!?

Sullivan quickly crawls over, pulls Salem over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Salem gets her shoulder up!

Geoff Penzer: So close!

Sullivan picks up Salem and goes for an irish whip. But Salem reverses, sending Sullivan into the corner. Salem runs over to attack when Sullivan counters with a back elbow to the face. As Salem stumbles back, Sullivan turns to face the corner and goes for a springboard moonsault. The crowd gasps when Salem rolls out of the way, causing Sullivan to crash onto the canvas! As the challenger slowly gets up on a knee, Salem takes off into the ropes. When she returns, she brings Sullivan down with a somersault cutter! Salem turns her over and makes the cover.

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Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Close call there for the challenger!

Salem pulls up Sullivan and whips her into the corner. When Sullivan returns, Salem goes for a kitchen sink. But Sullivan flips over the knee and counters with a schoolboy.

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Salem kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Close call there for the champion!

After both grapplers scramble to a vertical base, Sullivan doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before planting her with a DDT! She then gets to her feet and heads into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, she delivers the Wind Whisper (Rolling Senton) across Salem’s back! She then pulls Salem back up, doubles her over with a knee to the midsection and follows up with a clubbing strike across the back before locking her in the Web (Octopus Hold)!

Geoff Penzer: Oh uh! Sullivan’s got Salem trapped in her Web!

The ref kneels down and asks Salem if she wants to give up. But the champ refuses. Sullivan continues to wear down Sullivan with the hold. The ref continuously checks in with Salem and asks if she wants to give up. But once again, Salem refuses. The Witch begins to wail when Sullivan starts to really cinch in the hold.

Geoff Penzer: Salem’s really feeling the effects of that hold now. Salem just became US Champion a few short weeks ago. Now her championship is in jeopardy right now. Can she can on!? Can she survive the Web!?

We get a close up shot on the anguished look on Salem’s face. While Sullivan continues to keep the hold applied, we switch to another camera shot. It’s a shot behind the two. But down in the lower part of the frame, we can see the FGA United States Championship. The camera switches back to Salem as she stares out at her championship. The ref once again asks her if she wants to give up. Salem grits her teeth while Sullivan continues to try for the submission. Salem fights like hell to stay alive in this match. Once again, she refuses to quit. Salem then slowly takes one step forward with her right leg! She then takes another step forward with her left leg! The crowd begins to rally behind Salem as she takes another step forward with her right leg. She then takes another step forward with the left leg. The champion begins to make her way towards the side of the ring, step by step, while Sullivan continues to keep the hold applied. Salem slowly reaches her free arm out… and grabs the middle rope, forcing a rope break! Sullivan reluctantly breaks the hold.

Geoff Penzer: What determination we just saw there by the champion!

Sullivan turns Salem around, presses her up against the ropes and lights up her chest with knife edge chops. She then takes Salem and whips her into the far ropes. When Salem returns, Sullivan throws out a clothesline, which Salem ducks before continuing to run the ropes. When Salem returns, Sullivan throws out a back elbow to the face. Once again, Salem ducks before heading into the far ropes. When Salem comes back, Sullivan goes for a leapfrog. But Salem catches her across her shoulders and quickly follows up with a Ushigoroshi! The crowd explodes with cheers as Sullivan bounces off of Salem’s knee!

Geoff Penzer: Salem just turned the tide of this match with that fireman’s carry neckbreaker! Both champion and challenger are down! Can Salem regain control of this match!?

Salem takes Sullivan and whips her into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, Salem delivers a spinebuster/standing double foot stomp/flashing elbow combo! She makes the cover.

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Sullivan gets her shoulder up.

Salem picks up Sullivan and delivers a shinbreaker into a leg-hook Saito Suplex! Sullivan rolls underneath the bottom rope and out onto the apron. As Sullivan pulls herself up using the ropes, Salem rushes over and connects with a high impact spinning backfist, knocking Sullivan off the apron and to the floor! The Witch then steps out onto the apron and waves up the challenger. Once Sullivan gets back to a vertical base, Salem delivers a running apron Penalty Kick that knocks Sullivan down! She then steps back into the ring before taking off into the far ropes. When Salem returns, the crowd cheers when she flattens Sullivan with a slingshot plancha to the outside!

Geoff Penzer: Salem didn’t miss this time!

Salem pulls up Sullivan and rolls her back into the ring. The champion holds her lower back before rolling back in. She picks up Sullivan and whips her hard into the corner. After Sullivan crashes sternum-first into the corner, she stumbles back away from the corner and towards Salem, who throws her down with an inverted Exploder Suplex! The cheers continues as Salem slowly pulls Sullivan off the apron. She doubles Sullivan over before hooking both arms. The cheers get louder as the crowd senses that the Hijack Kevorkian (Berkocet) is coming up next. But before Salem can deliver the move, Sullivan breaks free and counters with a back body drop! She then picks up Salem and whips her into the corner. Sullivan rushes in to attack and throws out the Wind Kick (running big boot in the corner). But Salem slips out of the way. While Sullivan’s leg is caught, Salem grabs her from behind and throws her out of the corner with another inverted Exploder Suplex! The Witch then pulls Sullivan back up, hooks the arms and brings her down with the Hijack Kevorkian! She makes the cover.

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The crowd explodes with cheers when “Phenomena” blasts over the PA.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner and STILL the FGA United States Champion, SALEM!!!

The cheers continue when Salem raises her championship in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Salem kicks off Flashpoint with a successful title defense against Ashley Sullivan! The Triple A member put up a fight. But at the end of the day, the champ was able to overcome the challenger. Wrestling fans, we’ve got a ton of action still to come. We’ll be back right after the break...

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

We switch to the locker room of AAA where Ashley Chase and Antoinette Sands are preparing for their upcoming Tag Team Title match against The Chaotics. However while Ant seems to be her usual Alien loving self as she is reading yet another UFO book while holding Peanut in her arms, AMC seems to be much more serious that we have seen her thus far in FGA.

AMC: Ant tonight we face off with Logan Alexander and Ashlyn De Luca for those Tag Team Titles. Now we are the HKW Tag Team Champions but that is not enough for me as I want more! Maybe I am greedy but I do not care as I want ALL the gold!!

Ant nods and mumbles something but we can’t be sure she was actually talking to her partner or just reading her book.

AMC: I may not be as familiar with Logan but me and De Luca go way back! We both have hated TCB and we both have beat TCB up. We have both won the HKW Bloodlust title and while she was not as good a champion as I was she still held her own in that division! Hell I even broke her Ipod and never replaced it until two weeks ago when I sent her a new one. Now while she claims to have a hate on for me I doubt that is true since she sent me a bunch of nudes for my birthday last month. Hell some of them were even of her so I think it is safe to say we are tight these days.

Antoinette is looking at AMC as she obviously caught that comment about the nude pictures.

AMC: However you need not worry Ant as I know you are thinking if you two are tight can you wrestle against her and the answer is yes. Regardless of how tight me and De Luca are if there is one thing Peanut has taught me is that friendship ends when the bell rings and tonight when that bell rings you and me will be whooping some ass and taking those tag titles for ourselves and we will become duo tag team champions of the WORLD!!!!

Antoinette has gone back to her book.

AMC: Um as you can see by reading that book “Sun Tzu’s Art Of War” there are many many ways for us to make our opponents suffer. By um using what you are learning in that book we will no doubt become victorious and capture those tag titles just as we did before. I mean we both know that we would of won that Dynamic Duo’s Tournament if not for outside interference this why we are getting a title shot now as even FGA knew we should be the real winners of that tournament and that is why tonight WE WILL WIN!!!

AMC looks over at Ant who is still reading her book to Peanut.

Antoinette Sands: Wow. There was a total cover up at the highest levels.

AMC: Exactly!! Wait what? Cover up? I don’t think FGA covered anything up because well we are getting our title shot tonight and we did get to beat up The Resistance after the fact so I don’t think there was a cover up.

Antoinette Sands: They will guide us through the New Age and beyond. Total victory and everything will be made better because of it.

AMC shakes her head in agreement.

AMC: Damn right! Peanut will lead us to the promised land and then the AAA Age will begin here in FGA, I also agree that we need Total Victory tonight to ensure our title reign gets off on the right foot. Glad we are in agreement Ant as i thought maybe you were not paying attention.

AMC looks over at Antoinette and her smile fades as she realizes Ant is in fact not paying attention to her but was just reading out loud to Peanut for her “Aliens Among Us” book by Author Ruth Montgomery.

AMC: SULLY!!!!!! SULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Antoinette Sands: Think she is in the trainer's room.

AMC stomps her foot on the ground and storms out to find Ashley Sullivan while Antoinette giggles as she is obviously messing with her partner and had been listening to her the whole time.

[FGA Office]

We go backstage to one of the dressing rooms, where we find the FGA World Tag Team Champions getting ready for their upcoming title match in the main event-- the initial sight of them drawing a loud, unusually mixed reaction from the audience. Logan Alexander is sitting on one of the benches against the wall across from the door leading into the room, adjusting his wrist bands and then his footwear. The entire time he can be clearly heard humming ‘We are the champions’, drawing the ire of the live crowd. Ashlyn, who had originally been behind him, checking her features in the reverse-camera on her phone, moves past the bench, bending down to pick up her half of the Tag Team Titles. Logan glances over towards her.

Logan Alexander: So, ready to go and take care of some business with… is it still Triple A even though we’re only facing two of them officially? Should it be Double A instead?

Ashlyn blinks a few times, a finger resting on her chin as she ponders.

Ashlyn De Luca: “Double A”? Mmmm… I dunno if they can use “Double A”, can they? It’s… it’s one of those things we aren’t allowed to talk about I think.

Ashlyn waves her hand a bit, indicating that the conversation could grow a bit too meta for her taste.

Logan Alexander: I probably am overthinking it. It’s just one of those things you think about in passing and it sticks with you for some odd reason. I’d suggest something like the A Team, but I think I might hang onto that one for myself. One day I might be able to find a bunch of Canadians to partner with and we can spell it with an E-H for a laugh.

While this easily garners chuckles from the crowd, Ashlyn motions for Logan to suddenly be quiet.

Ashlyn De Luca: Hold that thought though. You hear that footstep pattern?

Both of the champions grow suddenly silent, each perking an ear slightly toward the direction of the door. Logan turns toward Ashlyn, eyes narrowed in curiosity as Ashlyn nods a bit, casually moving toward the door.

Ashlyn De Luca: Amanda Johnson in three… two…

Ashlyn pulls the door open and the interviewer seamlessly steps into the locker-room, looking from Ashlyn to Logan.

Amanda Johnson: I just want answers.

Logan Alexander: That will depend on the questions. We do have something important to focus on tonight…

He glances towards Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: But we’ll see if we can accomodate you.

Amanda blinks a few times and sighs.

Amanda Johnson: Alright. Let me start with a simple one. Above & Beyond. After the match, the beatdown you guys laid on Peaches and Dan-- now that three weeks have gone by and you’ve had time to think about what you did in the heat of the moment, aren’t you worried? Aren’t you a little concerned? I mean… you guys did leave the arena pretty quickly after the attack.

Logan Alexander: We’d done our jobs and wanted to leave. I really didn’t feel like having my fist hit by anymore faces either.

Ashlyn smirks at the comment, giving Logan Alexander a proud fist bump, before Amanda Johnson continued.

Amanda Johnson: But when the Polychromatic L--

Ashlyn De Luca: Stop. Stoooppp… stop.

Ashlyn shakes her head, rubbing her eyes with her free had for a moment before sighing.

Ashlyn De Luca: This? This is exactly the issue, dude. We’re about to face a tag team that earned a shot at our titles tonight in Triple… Double… Triple A. And all you can talk about are the RELATIVES of the GENERAL MANAGER that doesn’t even actually give a damn about this brand. We are in a high stakes, tag team main event tonight with a very real chance of losing our championships. Except… unlike at Above & Beyond, we’re not in danger of losing them because one of the other nerds in the match could lose it for us without our involvement-- but because we’re facing a credible tag team.

Ashlyn gives Amanda a proud wink as she adjusts the Tag Team Title belt on her shoulder.

Ashlyn De Luca: I know. We’re surprised too.

Logan nods in agreement.

Logan Alexander: Triple A had a war with the Resistance at Above and Beyond. They had a massive power disadvantage and they had to face down that man mountain Ragnar, who pretty much weighs what their trio does. By the end of the match, they even had to overcome being down one member. But you know what, they did it. They overcame a difficult situation and were able to secure a victory. So here tonight, we are focused on them. They aren’t going to have Sullivan helping them in the ring, but they’ve got a few advantages and momentum behind them coming into this title match.

He points back and forth between himself and Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: We know we’ve got a challenge on our hands tonight. Triple A bring something different to this fight against us. They have proven that they are championship calibre outside FGA. We are not going to dismiss them or overlook them like so many others seem to be doing now.

Ashlyn De Luca: ...and Ashley stole my iPod once. I never got over it. It was a Nano. Not a big deal but like-- you can’t get those anymore. It’s basically a collector’s item. So yeah. I’m a little bent.

Logan Alexander: You know how much getting one on Ebay or Etsy would cost?

Ash nods quickly, eyes closed, taking a deep breath.

Ashlyn De Luca: It’s still a sore spot.

Amanda Johnson: I’m sorry?

Ashlyn De Luca: It’s fine. I bought the iPod Classic. It’s… it’ll do.

Amanda Johnson: No. I mean--

Ashlyn De Luca: Alright. That’s enough. Clearly all you want to talk about are Herreras, but WEEE… we have our eye locked on the real threat. We know what Chase and Sands can do. We saw it. We paid attention. We understand. And we respect what they’re capable of. I just, like-- ha… uuuuughhh, dude, imagine how much easier it would be if certain people gave us that same respect? Imagine, Amanda.

Logan Alexander: That doesn’t seem to be in the cards though. We seem to be surrounded on all sides by people that just want to belittle us. So, we put them in the rearview mirror one by one after putting them in their place in the ring. Right now, the teams we’ve put behind us are just going to have to remain there while we do what champions do, face down our next challengers and do what needs to be done to prove that we still belong at the top.

Amanda Johnson: But you can’t just expect the Poly--

Ashlyn De Luca: Holy sh… alright-- do you have literally one question about AAA? One?

Amanda Johnson: Of course. I have several. I want to know how you p--

Ashlyn De Luca: Well, you should have started with those. Get out. Done talking to you.

Amanda looks slightly taken aback, shoulders slumping in annoyance.

Amanda Johnson: Are you serious?

Ashlyn rolls her eyes toward the interviewer. The Tag Team Champions stare at Amanda in silence for a few seconds until Johnson finally draws a deep breath and nods, giving a faux, tight-lipped smile to the pair.

Amanda Johnson: I’ll remember to start with something different next time then.

Johnson shakes her head a little and turns, marching out of the dressing room. Ashlyn snorts softly and walks over to the door, pushing it closed again before she turns to Logan, raising a brow.

Ashlyn De Luca: They are good.

She lifts her Tag Team Title belt up just a bit.

Ashlyn De Luca: But they’re not this good.

Logan smiles back at Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: We just need to go out there and prove why we are better. Not like we haven’t been doing that for five months already with every challenger that has come our way. Chase and Sands are something new for us, so let’s see how they stack up against the best.

Ashlyn’s gaze falls back down toward her title. The camera begin to pan in toward the belt as Ashlyn, barely audibly, repeats the last two words.

Ashlyn De Luca: ...the best…

With the World Tag Team Championship taking up the entire final shot, we fade away.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Mark Storm vs. Patrick Jones

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

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

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

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

YOUR HERO, AND MINE

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

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, hailing from New York, Brooklyn! Weighing in at 225 pounds! He is Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM

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

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

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

Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing.

Geoff Penzer: Both of these grapplers are looking for some momentum as we march towards the Final Frontier of 2018. Jones has shown that his skills are still up to par. He’s just looking for that breakout win. On the other side of the ring, Mark Storm has held his first FGA championship here in 2018, the FGA 15 Championship. There’s no doubt that Storm has his eyes set on even bigger opportunities here in the tail-end of 2018 and beyond.

The bell sounds as Storm and Jones lock up. Jones is quick to take Storm down with a pair of arm drags. Once Storm gets back to his feet, Jones goes for an irish whip, which Storm reverses. When Jones comes back, Storm sets up for a back body drop. Jones sees it coming and goes to counter with a sunset flip. But Storm rolls through it and follows up with a spinning back kick to the face! He drops down and makes the cover.

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Jones kicks out.

Storm picks up Jones, moves him into the near ropes and then shoves him off into the far ropes. When Jones returns, Storm throws him down with a hip toss, cartwheels over, claps his hands and follows up with a dropkick to the face. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Jones kicks out.

Storm picks up Jones and shoots him for the ride. When Jones returns, Storm goes for another hip toss. This time, Jones steps through it before throwing Storm down with a hip toss of his own. He returns Storm to the mat with a dropkick. Then another! Jones takes Storm by the arm, wrenches it and follows up with an irish whip. When Storm returns, Jones throws him down with a back body drop! Once Storm gets to his feet and turns around, Jones runs over and delivers a clothesline, sending him over the top rope and to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: Storm has just been sent to the floor with that clothesline from Jones!

Storm pulls himself up using the ropes. As Jones heads over towards the side of the ring, Storm quickly reaches back in and yanks Jones down to the mat. After dragging Jones to the outside, Storm hoists him up and brings him down with a flapjack on the floor! The boos continue as he takes Jones and rolls him back inside. After rolling back inside, Storm gets to his feet, picks up Jones and delivers a backbreaker followed by a gutbuster. He then hoists Jones from off the mat before throwing him down with a deadlift gutwrench sitout powerbomb! The ref runs over and slides into place to make the count.

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Jones gets his shoulder up.

Storm picks up Jones and rocks him with elbow strikes. The last of which turns Jones away from him. Storm quickly grabs Jones from behind, lifts him up and throws him down with a Sitout Face Slam! The boos continue as he then turns over and hooks the leg.

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Jones gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Storm. Jones got slammed hard face-first onto the canvas. I’m surprised he even knows where he is at this point.

Storm picks up Jones and whips him into the ropes. When Jones returns, Storm knocks him down with a running dropkick. He then goes over, grabs Jones and delivers a deadlift suplex! He then picks Jones back up, pulls him over towards the corner and delivers a suplex into the turnbuckles. Storm then grabs Jones, pulls him back up and sends him into the opposite corner with an irish whip. As Storm runs in to attack, Jones knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. Storm runs back into the corner. This time, Jones knocks him back with a boot to the face. He then darts out of the corner and knocks Storm down with a running forearm! Jones heads into the ropes. When Storm gets up and turns around, the crowd cheers when Jones knocks him down with another running forearm. He then takes Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, Jones throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover.

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Storm kicks out.

Jones picks up Storm and sets him up with a German Suplex from behind. But before Jones can deliver the move, Storm counters with a pair of back elbows to the face. After performing a standing switch, Storm follows up with a bicycle knee strike to the back of the head! Once Jones drops down to a knee, Storm takes off into the ropes. When he comes back, the crowd boos when he flattens Jones with a running bicycle knee strike to the face! Storm pulls Jones back up to his feet and delivers two palm strikes, followed by two elbow strikes, followed by a shoot kick to the leg, followed by a spinning backfist, then a rolling clothesline that knocks Jones down! Storm reaches down, pulls Jones back up and then lifts him up onto his shoulders before driving him down with Heroes End (one-handed electric chair driver)! The ref slides into place and makes the count.

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The crowd boos as “Short Change Hero” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, MARK STORM!

The boos continue as Storm gets his arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Mark Storm picks up the victory over Patrick Jones. This was a much needed win for the Dogs of War member. What’s next for Storm? We’ll have to stay tuned to find out. But right now, we’re going to send it to the back to Amanda Johnson. Amanda...

[FGA Office]

Our scene shifts to an area backstage inside the SNHU Arena. Roving reporter Amanda Johnson can be seen power walking through the halls. After a few more strides, Amanda slows down before coming to a stop. The camera pans slightly to the right, revealing International Heavyweight Champion Chandler Scott outside of GM Hadley Herrera’s office. The shot of cheers brings cheers from the crowd. But it also brings about a fair share of boos.

Amanda Johnson: Chandler Scott!

Chandler Scott: … Amanda Johnson…

Amanda Johnson: Do you have a second?

Chandler Scott: I’ve got several. Shoot.

Amanda Johnson: I wanted to get your thoughts on what happened earlier in the ring. What the heck was that?

Chandler feigns ignorance.

Chandler Scott: What was what?

Amanda Johnson: Come on, Chandler. You know what I mean. Did you really have to do Cherry Baum like that?

Chandler scoffs.

Chandler Scott: Did I have to? Absolutely I did. All of this between me and Karma started because of her and her mouth. When me and Karma squared off last year on the first episode of Flashpoint after the draft, was there a bunch of tension heading into that match? No. What about a couple of months before that on Vertigo? Was there tension there? No. What about earlier this year? Did me and Karma have words then? No. We were just two competitive men who wanted to go out there and get the victory. But that wasn't the case at Above & Beyond. The buildup to that match quickly became personal because of the crap that Cherry Baum started. She started this, so I wanted her to finish it by admitting defeat. I didn’t need to hear it from Karma. I could already see it in his eyes. But I wanted to humble her. Was it petty of me to do it, especially since I’m the one that won? Of course it was petty. Do I care? Absolutely not.

There are some light cheers. But Chandler’s met with mostly boos after that rant. Amanda shakes her head as she’s clearly disappointed.

Amanda Johnson: Well, since I’ve got you here, I also want to get your thoughts on James Edwards.

The mention of the Burning Heart’s name gets a loud pop from the crowd. Chandler smirks at the mention of his name.

Chandler Scott: Ah yes, my old pal Jimmy Edwards. What about him.

Amanda Johnson: He said some interesting things to say. Especially when it came to him being the first one to challenge you for the International Heavyweight Championship. What are your thoughts?

Chandler Scott: You want my thoughts? My thoughts are this. James Edwards can say whatever he wants. That victory over Brian Stryker? It was a good victory. I won’t sell him short by taking away anything that he did at Above & Beyond. But if he thinks that he can just waltz on down to the ring and demand a title shot? If he thinks that what he did at Above & Beyond has earned him anything? Then he better think again, because he hasn’t earned jack! Now I was hoping that I could try and get a word with Hadley here. But surprise, surprise…

Chandler balls his hand into a fist and swings it at the door.

Chandler Scott: ...our absentee General Manager once again can’t be bothered to speak to her employees.

Amanda Johnson: One last question, Chandler. Karma said that if this was how you’re going to act as champion, then he had to disagree with the crowd because, in his mind, you don’t deserve to be champion. How do you respond?

Chandler runs his hand through his hair.

Chandler Scott: John Karma seems to be under the belief that I’ve proven him right. But that’s where he’s once again incorrect because Amanda, I didn’t prove him right. At Above & Beyond, I proved him wrong. See, him and his little pet parrot Cherry convinced themselves that the only way I was walking out of Los Angeles as the International heavyweight Champion would be by cheating. But ask yourself, Amanda. Did you see me poke him in the eyes? Did you see me rake the eyes? How about a low blow? Did you see that? Did you see someone run interference on my behalf? Did I pay anyone off to rough him up.

Amanda Johnson: No, I didn’t see any of those things. But I did see you come close - EXTREMELY close, might I add - to hitting Karma with a steel chair while the referee was down. How do you explain that?

The crowd boos the mention of Chandler coming very close to using the foreign object.

Chandler Scott: I explain that by saying this. Did the thought of taking advantage of the situation cross my mind? Obviously it did since I was the one that brought the chair into the ring. But as I stood there with my hands wrapped around the legs of that chair… as I stood there ready to break that chair over Karma’s head… I realized that I was better than that. I realized that if I wanted to become the International heavyweight Champion legitimately, I couldn’t take the easy way out. If I wanted to finally get that monkey off my back, I couldn’t do it the cheap way. I had to do it the hard way and that’s exactly what I did. I fought tooth and nail inside that ring, Amanda. Like I said earlier, I took everything that Karma threw at me and in the end, I won. I’m standing here with this championship across my shoulder because I outwrestled him. The sight of him seeing me with this championship sickens him. It sickens him to know that he was wrong. It sickens him to know that he doesn’t have any excuses to fall back on. By beating Karma clean in the center of the ring, not only did I prove that I was the better wrestler, but I showed that I 100% deserve to hold this championship. I for one am glad that the sight of me holding this belt hurts him. I hope that it eats him alive. As far as I’m concerned, John Karma can stand there and throw his hissy fits. He can try and be holier than thou all he wants. He can trash me until he's blue in the face. But the sad reality for John Karma is that his 2018 is going to end the exact same way as his beloved Mets: titleless.

Chandler turns to the camera to address Karma directly.

Chandler Scott: … and that’s not an insult, Karma. That’s just a fact of life, dummy!

Chandler winks at the camera before adjusting the championship on his shoulder and walking off. A mixed reaction from the crowd follows while Amanda continues to look on disappointed.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

As the scene comes back from commercial break, it opens up on the ever famous red lion logo that is most associated with the FGA, which is placed above the Flashpoint logo. Standing in front of said logos, looking as lovely as ever, is ace interviewer Amanda Johnson. She stand there with a microphone in her hand and a smile on her face.

Amanda Johnson: We’ve already had a great night of action so far here in Manchester, but the night is far from over. We’ve already seen a defense of the United States championship in out opening contest, and in our main event, we have the FGA World Tag Team championships being defended…..

She is about to continue when a slight commotion is heard just off screen.

”YOU!”

Amanda turns and finds the figure of the former United States champion Savannah Taylor making her way up to Amanda. Savannah is dressed to compete, seeing as how her match is up next, and to say that she looked happy would be a vast understatement.

Amanda Johnson: Me?

Savannah Taylor: Yes, you.

Amanda Johnson: How may I help you, Savannah?

Savannah Taylor: Maybe you can explain something to me. How in the bluest of blue hells does Ashley Sullivan get off receiving a United States title match?

Amanda Johnson: Well….

Savannah holds up a hand to cut her off.

Savannah Taylor: Let me answer that for you. She doesn’t deserve it. She has done precisely zilch to warrant getting a title shot. The ONLY one on the entire Flashpoint roster who should be considered for the next title shot is me. I MADE that championship what it is. You can’t think of the FGA United States championship and NOT think of me. I feel I am more than worthy and more than deserving of the next shot. And no amount of posturing or grandstanding from a certain little derp face troll[/i] is going to convince these people otherwise.

For her part, Amanda remains slightly calms she nods her head.

Amanda Johnson: Well, if you feel that strongly about Ashley Sullivan getting a title shot before you, you’ll REALLY love this bit of news that I am about to break next.

Savannah looks at Amanda with mild curiosity.

Savannah Taylor: Explain.

Amanda Johnson: Well in two weeks on Episode Twenty Eight live in Boston, Massachusetts, the main event has already been announced. James Edwards and your good friend Salem will be in a number one contender’s match. The winner of this match will go on to Final Frontier to face Chandler Scott for the International Heavyweight championship.

Savannah closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down.

Savannah Taylor: Come again, Amanda?

Amanda Johnson: This announcement came right from GM Hadley Herrera herself. She feels that out of everyone on the Flashpoint roster, those two are the top contenders for the International Heavyweight championship.

Amanda glances over at Savannah, who still hasn’t opened her eyes. A few seconds pass before the Las Vegas native opens her eyes, and her facial expression can only be described as controlled fury. Her ice blue eyes narrow as she stares Amanda down.

Savannah Taylor: ………..

She isn’t able to get the words in her head out, so she turns on her heel and heads towards the gorilla position as the scene switches to ringside.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Savannah Taylor vs. Michael Tomkins

"Cut my life into pieces..." the opening lines of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights around the entrance go out to a lukewarm cheer. When they come up, Michael Tomkins stands still wearing his black leather jacket with the words "3 Seconds" embroidered on the back. Looking from left to right, with a hint of his arrogant smile. He raises an arm holding his middle three fingers, before heading down to the ring.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from London, England! Weighing in at 235 pounds… MICHAEL TOMKINS!

Michael climbs to the top rope, looking around the crowd before raising his arms. Taking in the moment, he closes his eyes, before jumping back down, ready to start his match.

Geoff Penzer: “The Rogue” is coming off of a big win for him at Above & Beyond when he defeated Alex Chalwell on the preshow. It seems like Tomkins has finally found his footing. For now, the future looks bright for FGA’s first-ever Heavyweight Champion. Can Tomkins continue his comeback and return to the very top of FGA? Only time will tell.

There was silence; the lights began to fade away slowly. A soft instrumental echoes out across the audience. It starts slowly, a beautiful sound that contrasts the heaviness of the world. Like feathers, it glides among the waiting audience. The lighting fixtures produce a gentle spotlight upon the stage, offset by the occasional flash here and there. As the song continues, a woman’s words begin to come through. Her voice is tender, not raising upon a whisper.

Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.

On the stage, a feminine figure appears. Her head lowered to everything. People cannot make out who it is. As she stands there, the flashes briefly illuminate her figure. It only gives small clues on who stands at the gate. She stands in the spotlight, her shadow cast large and proudly among the stage.

Inside me a light was turned on…

The instrumental picks up again. An electric guitar now joins the progressively exciting instrumentals of before. The singer’s voice suddenly intensifies.

Then I was alive!

In the light, it is revealed that it was Savannah Taylor. She stands at the gate, a robe of obsidian and ivory hues. The hood of it shadows her eyes, but the intensity of the final EXODUS World Champion remains clear as day. She starts off down the ramp, with a serious aura radiating from her body.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada! She is the “Las Vegas Siren”, SAVANNAH TAYLOR!

If you close your eyes your life,
A naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived,
And scars never healed

Savannah makes her way up the ring steps. She looks out towards the audience for a moment before entering the ring. From there, she heads for a turnbuckle. She stands there, taking in everything. She then lifts her up on top of it. She peers out in nothing, then takes off the hood with a flashy flourish. Her blonde locks fly up in the air. They descend, shaping her face as they famously do.

In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
You'll find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes

While she stands in her corner, she closes her eyes and takes a heavy breath. When her bright eyes open, Taylor is completely composed. There is nothing more than the heat of battle awaiting her. She takes off her robe, giving it to a stagehand. She stretches her wrists before devoting her mind to the war upon the horizon.

Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor was already ticked off upon finding out that Ashley Sullivan was getting the first crack at Salem and the United States Championship instead of her. She then nearly blew a gasket when she found out that Salem and James Edwards will be battling in the main event of the next Flashpoint to determine who will be the new #1 contender to Chandler Scott’s International Heavyweight Championship. Can the Las Vegas Siren focus in on this match or is she still seeing red?

The bell sounds as Taylor rushes over and tries to knock Tomkins off his feet with a yakuza kick. But Tomkins catches the kick and follows up with a leg sweep. When Taylor gets back to her feet, Tomkins grabs her by the arm, wrenches it and follows up with a hook kick that knocks her back down. He then takes the former United States Champion and sends her into the far ropes. When Taylor returns, the crowd cheers when Tomkins takes her down with a Lou Thesz Press and follows up with mounted elbows.

Geoff Penzer: So far, not so good for the Las Vegas Siren.

Tomkins takes Taylor, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Taylor around before sending her into the far corner. Tomkins runs across the ring to attack when Taylor knocks him back with a boot to the face. While Tomkins is dazed, Taylor hops onto the apron through the ropes and scales to the top turnbuckle. Taylor looks to go for Dancing Mad (diving somersault huracanrana). But Tomkins runs over towards the corner to shove her off the turnbuckle. So Taylor leaps over the oncoming Tomkins. Once she lands on her feet, her momentum sends her rolling forward. Once the Las Vegas Siren gets to her feet and turns around, Tomkins runs over and throws her down with an STO! He makes the cover.

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Taylor kicks out.

Tomkins picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses. When Tomkins returns, the crowd boos when Taylor gives him a taste of his own medicine by tackling him down with a Lou Thesz Press. She then mounts on top of Tomkins before raining down punches to the face. The boos grow louder as Taylor continues her flurry of right hands to the face. The ref then gets in and has to move the Las Vegas Siren off of Tomkins. Taylor puts her arms up defensively and marches away from Tomkins. Taylor waits for her moment to strike while the ref tends to Tomkins. When Taylor sees Tomkins turn over on all fours, she rushes over and motions for a Curb Stomp. But she’s got to put on the brakes when Tomkins wisely rolls out onto the apron. So Taylor steps up out onto the apron, pulls Tomkins into a front facelock and plants him with a DDT on the apron! While Tomkins is face down on the apron, Taylor rolls back inside before running off into the far ropes. When Taylor returns, she connects with a baseball slide, sending Tomkins flying off the apron and to the floor. She then slips out onto the apron before pulling herself up. When Tomkins finally returns to a vertical base, the crowd boos when Taylor knocks him back down with an Asai Moonsault! Taylor takes Tomkins and rolls him back inside before sliding back in to make the cover.

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Tomkins gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Taylor has turned things around in this matchup.

Taylor pulls up Tomkins and rocks him with a roundhouse kick that drops him to a knee. She then sizes Tomkins up before flattening him with a Shining Wizard. Taylor pulls Tomkins back up, places him in a front facelock and drives him down with a bulldog.The Las Vegas Siren pulls up Tomkins by the back of the tights, grabs him from behind and drives him back down face-first into the canvas. This time, with Blonde Ambition (forward russian legsweep)! She then heads into the corner and waits for Tomkins to get into position. Once Tomkins slowly pushes himself up on all fours, Taylor runs out of the corner, leaps up and drives him down with a Curb Stomp! The boos continue as she pulls Tomkins over and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Tomkins gets his shoulder up.

Taylor picks up Tomkins and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and connects with a hesitation dropkick. Taylor heads back into the opposite corner, comes back, jumps up and connects with another hesitation dropkick! Taylor then heads back into the far corner, comes back and blasts Tomkins with a yakuza kick! She then pulls Tomkins from out of the corner and rocks him with the Ultimecia (spinning backfist)! She then doubles Tomkins over with a boot to the midsection, hooks him and plants him with the Siren’s Song (Scissored DDT)! The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd erupts with boos as “Just Close Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, SAVANNAH TAYLOR!

The boos continue as Taylor gets her arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Savannah Taylor takes care of business here tonight as she bounces back with a win over Michael Tomkins! While the Las Vegas Siren is probably satisfied over getting the W, she truly won’t be happy until she gets that US Championship back around her waist.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

HEADLINE
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Brian Stryker vs. Dan Herrera

"Watch Me Burn" starts playing as Brian Stryker comes walking out from the back. He has his hood up as he keeps his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Strolling down the ramp, Stryker looks at a few of his former fans as they boo him, smiling at them as he fakes them out with sudden move, laughing as they flinch.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Maui, Hawaii! You're savor of the masses, the Man you all came to see. Welcome to The Brian Stryker Experience!

He climbs up the steps as he climbs over the ropes into the ring. He stands in the center of the ring as he unzips his hoodie and lets it fall off him as he stands there posing like a Greek statue. Once he finished basking in the "cheers" of his adoring public, Stryker kicks his hoodie out of the ring and leans sideways against the turnbuckle and waits.

Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker was unsuccessful in his fight against James Edwards at Above & Beyond VI. He didn’t like how his night ended on Pay Per View and neither did this man...

...Spoken...
"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them.

My knuckles have turned to white.
There's no turning back tonight.
Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways.

Melanie Sierra: His opponent, hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at 200 pounds… DAN HERRERA!

Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

Geoff Penzer: Dan Herrera and Peaches have spent the better part of 2018 trying to get back to the top of the tag team scene here on Flashpoint. They got their shot at Above & Beyond and were obviously disappointed in coming up short. But what has really ticked both Herrera and Peaches off is the fact that The Chaotics felt the need to attack them after the match. I thought The Chaotics were better than that. But I guess not!

The bell sounds as Stryker and Herrera lock up. After jockeying for position, Herrera is quick to shove Stryker down to the mat. After Stryker rolls off the mat and back to his feet, he runs back over towards Herrera and locks up with him a second time. Once again, Herrera is quick to shove Stryker down to the canvas. After Stryker rolls back to his feet and runs over towards Herrera. This time, Stryker strops and hits Herrera with a kick to the midsection. He then knocks Herrera back with multiple knife edge chops. He then goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses. When Stryker comes back, Herrera goes for a back body drop. Stryker ends up slipping down from behind. After Stryker applies a waist lock, Herrera runs forwards towards the ropes, wraps his arms around the top rope and yanks back, sending Stryker flying off his back and down to the mat. Once Stryker rolls back to a vertical base, Herrera comes off the ropes and throws out a discus elbow strike. But Stryker ducks and heads into the ropes. When Herrera turns around, Stryker executes a running hurricanrana. A running dropkick follows up, sending Herrera through the ropes and onto the apron. While Herrera pulls himself up using the ropes, Stryker runs into the corner and goes for a triangle dropkick. But Herrera ducks. Once Stryker gets back to his feet, Herrera doubles him over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then grabs Stryker before going for a vertical suplex off the apron and to the floor! But Stryker’s able to slip down and land on his feet. He reaches up, grabs Herrera by the ankles and yanks him off the apron! The crowd boos when Herrera smacks his face against the edge of the apron on the way down. After rolling back inside, Stryker takes off into the far ropes. When Stryker comes back, the boos turn to cheers when Herrera slides back inside and turns him inside out with a lariat! He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Stryker kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Stryker thought he was gearing up for a dive to the outside. But Herrera quickly put a stop to those plans!

Herrera takes Stryker, moves him into the ropes and doubles him over with punches to the midsection. He then brings Stryker away from the ropes before taking him down with a neckbreaker. Herrera follows up with a leg drop. Then a second. Then a third! He rolls over and makes the cover.

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Stryker kicks out.

Herrera pulls up Stryker and shoots him back into the ropes. When Stryker returns, he sees Herrera setting up for a back body drop. So he stops, turns away from Herrera and rolls backwards across Herrera’s back as Herrera stands back up. When Herrera turns around, Stryker knocks him down with the First Stryke (arm wrench/hook kick combo)! The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Herrera kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Stryker only gets a two count. But he got something much more important than that and that’s control of this contest.

Stryker pulls up, Herrera and delivers another arm wrench. Then another. And another! He follows up with multiple knife edge chops before going for an irish whip. But once again, Herrera reverses. When Stryker returns, he tries to slide through Herrera’s legs. But Herrera reaches down and grabs him by the hair with both hands! After pulling Stryker up to his feet, Herrera takes Stryker, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: Stryker just got chucked to the outside!

Stryker slowly picks himself up off the apron. When he pulls himself up onto the apron, Herrera grabs him and brings him back inside with a belly to belly suplex! The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

Geoff Penzer: Herrera hits a huge suplex back into the ring! Could this be it right here!?

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Stryker kicks out.

Herrera takes Stryker and shoots him into the far corner. He runs over to follow up with an attack when Stryker knocks him back with a back elbow. While Herrera is dazed, Stryker turns to face the corner, springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks Herrera down with a corkscrew moonsault! The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Stryker pulls up Herrera, heads into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Herrera around, Stryker delivers a series of knife edge chops. He then takes Herrera and goes for an irish whip. But Herrera reverses, sending Stryker crashing into the opposite corner. Herrera runs across the ring to attack when Stryker hoists himself up and catches him in the Tarantula! The crowd erupts with boos while Stryker cinches in the hold. The ref is quick to rush over and give Stryker until the count of five to break the illegal hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

When Stryker lets go, Herrera staggers away from the corner, Stryker springboards to the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a dropkick to the back of the head! Stryker pulls Herrera back up, doubles him over with a hard knee to the midsection and follows up with the Freak Accident (pumphandle neckbreaker lift into a cutter)! Once Herrera gets up on a knee, Stryker runs over and plants him with a spiking hurricanrana! The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Herrera and pulls him into a guillotine choke. After wearing down the PLAS member, the crowd boos when Stryker throws him down to the mat with Stryke 2 (leg-hook Saito Suplex)! He makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another close call for the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad member.

Stryker picks up Herrera and sends him back into the corner with an irish whip. He runs over, nails Herrera with a back elbow and follows up with a CCS Enzuigiri! While Herrera slumps down in the corner, Stryker walks across the ring towards the adjacent corner. After stepping out onto the apron, Stryker scales to the top turnbuckle and leaps across the ring for the Coast to Coast. But Herrera rolls out onto the apron, causing Stryker to crash into the corner!

Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home! The high risk backfired On The Brian Stryker Experience!

Herrera rolls back inside. He then pulls up Stryker and slams him face-first into the corner while the crowd counts along.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

Herrera then takes Stryker, pulls him from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Stryker returns, Herrera brings him down with a Samoan Drop! He then stalks Stryker while Stryker tries to get back to a vertical base. Once Stryker gets back to his feet and turns around, Herrera runs over and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick! He then takes Stryker and sends him back into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Herrera knocks him down with a discus elbow strike! The cheers continue as Herrera heads into the corner and begins waving up Stryker. Stryker slowly turns over on all fours before getting up on one foot. Once he gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Herrera charges from out of the corner and goes for a spear. At the last second, Stryker counters with a jumping knee strike before bringing Herrera down with the Overdose (straight jacket Shiranui)! After a running Shooting Star Press is delivered, Stryker pulls up Herrera, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then sits Herrera up on the top turnbuckle facing away from the ring before climbing the ropes. Stryker grabs a hold of Herrera and throws him down with a Spider Suplex! After Stryker sits back up, he gets up on the top turnbuckle, turns around, flips off and crashes down on top of Herrera with the Air Stryke (Shooting Star Press)! He makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd erupts with boos when “Watch Me Burn” blares throughout the arena.

Melanie Sierra: Here is winner, BRIAN STRYKER!

The boos continue when Stryker gets his arm raised.

Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker bounces back from his loss at Above & Beyond VI with a win here tonight over Dan Herrera. This time last year, Stryker was on a run that saw him successfully defend the 15 Championship four times in a row. He was arguably at his hottest here in FGA. Will Stryker go on another incredible run to end 2018?

[FGA Office]

The FGA 15 Champion Kendall Kingham is shown on the screen backstage, drawing a big cheer from the crowd. She’s dressed in her usual casual wear, with shutter shades and a custom jacket with “DON’T TAKE SUCCESS FOR GRANITE!” (a little New Hampshire play on words you see) airbrushed onto the back. The 15 Championship belt is slung over her shoulder and she’s got a microphone in her right hand. Waving with her other hand, she flashes a big smile.

Kendall Kingham: Sup guys? Sounds like the Flashpoint Zone’s pretty lit here in Manchester!

She exclaims, seemingly oblivious to the near-cringe levels of cheese.

Kendall Kingham: We had a pretty great Pay Per View and are keeping things rolling here. Wish I was in action, but it’s pretty sweet to get the best seat in the house to watch everything too. So uh, anyways, it was a pretty good show for me especially.

A nod.

Kendall Kingham: Got title defense number … two? Three? Does the time limit draw count as one? I kinda feel like no because I should need to win, but I don’t make the rules.

Her nose crinkles as she considers that, then eventually shrugs.

Kendall Kingham: Anyways I got title defense number two or three done, and that was a big one. Like I’ve said, Cassius is a dude that’s not just a super talented challenger, Rey del Aire winner, but someone I’ve felt like I’ve been chasing and a step behind every time our careers have crossed paths and stuff. So it’s good for me to get that and show I’m headed in the right direction. But I can’t rest there, being a Champion’s not about talking about what a good Champ you’ve been, it’s about taking opportunities to better yourself and prove yourself! So I gotta look ahead to what’s next.

She pauses.

Kendall Kingham: Admittedly I might not have handled things my best last time, listing off all the names I could think of with people who could be challengers. I mean it turned into me getting a great challenge in the end, so it worked out, but realistically I overlooked some people maybe I shoulda thought to mention and not to be like … mean but I mentioned a name like Chalwell because I thought he’d lay claim to a title shot after that countout win over me. But he hasn’t really stepped up, or seemed that hungry or like he wants it that bad.

A shrug.

Kendall Kingham: So I’m not gonna go that way this time. I’m gonna make this really simple, instead of trying to decide who the best challengers are or whatever. I think here we’re about competing to be the best, iron sharpens iron and all that. So if you want it bad enough, if you’re willing to push yourself and push me, if you’re hungry and gonna step up to stake your claim? I’ll fight you, I’ll defend this title against you.

Holding the belt out in her free hand, she enthusiastically looks to conclude her speech.

Kendall Kingham: This right here, it’s like something to value, something worth fighting for. So if you’re ready to do that, step up! Look forward to seeing wh--

Before Kendall can finish her sentence she is suddenly interrupted by the loud, deep roar of Sloan Talbot, who bowls over the FGA 15 Champion, sending her face first into the ground! Her championship belt as well as her shutter shades go flying, and before she can even move a muscle to defend herself Talbot goes back on the attack, lifting her into the air by claw-gripping her skull before sending her face first into the wall! Kingham crumples to the ground, a smattering of blood on the white brick wall of the arena corridor where her face met it. A vicious Sloan Talbot continues his assault, picking the limp, lifeless body of Kendall Kingham up from the floor where she lay and lifting her up into a gorilla press with ease, holding her there for several seconds before slamming her back down to the floor with a spinebuster, her head violently bouncing off the concrete as she lands.

Sloan stands atop her eerily still body for a moment, emotionlessly surveying his surroundings before he takes a deliberate step out of shot and returning with Kendall’s FGA 15 Championship belt. He studies it for a short moment then takes a knee beside the champion, laying her belt across her chest. With his final act, the big man runs a hand across her bloodied face, then across her belt - smearing her blood on the face of her own championship belt. Talbot stands now, staring down at Kendall Kingham for a few more moments before slicking back his hair with his bloodied hands and disappearing out of sight.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Geoff Penzer: Wrestling fans, we’re back from back. Just minutes ago, we saw the FGA 15 Champion Kendall Kingham lay out an open challenge to any title hopeful that wanted to step up to the plate. Out of nowhere came that lumbering brute Sloan Talbot to attack Kingham from behind! It was a brutal assault we just witnessed, fans! It was an assault that left Kingham bloodied and unconscious! We’re still trying to get word on the extent of her condition. We hope she’s alright. I don’t know what the heck Sloan was thinking. This is a wrestling show! That isn’t how you “step up to the plate”, man! Come on!...

The lights in the SNHU Arena blink out, plunging the arena into darkness, prompting a typical pop from an audience grown conditioned to cheer for what they can’t see… though the reaction immediately grows mixed as the word CHAOS appears in bright red letters on the Tron and Kavinsky’s “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system.

Geoff Penzer: And here comes a team that has a ton of explaining to do-- and a huge mountain to climb tonight!

A haze appears at the top of the ramp and two figures emerge, standing as silhouettes in the mist before glancing toward each other-- and each figure raises a belt high above their heads. As the song plays on, picking up pace, the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander stride forward, emerging from the mist in a fashion unusual to their typical entrance. The two pause near the bottom of the ramp, surveying the audience. Ashlyn takes off and slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, rising to a knee in the center while Logan Alexander climbs the stairs, stepping onto the apron as he places the FGA World Title belt on his shoulder. He looks out into the audience, seeming to take in the greeting rather than react to it.

Geoff Penzer: A very, very vocal crowd here this evening. This is the first time we’ve really seen Logan Alexander or Ashlyn De Luca in three weeks. And who knows what’s going through their minds at this moment? The Chaotics lived up to their name at Above & Beyond, but at what cost? You have to wonder if they’ve truly considered the repercussions here.

Ashlyn rises to her feet as Logan enters the ring. The music fades and a deafening reaction washes over the FGA World Tag Team Champions. The pockets of familiar cheers ring out the clearest at first, but as Ashlyn De Luca accepts a microphone from the timekeeper and gazes out at the crowd, the jeers rain down, creating a mixed reaction. The camera pans around to the live audience, displaying a variety of signs in the crowd including “WHY ASHLYN WHY”, “LOGAN ALEXANDER IS A BAD INFLUENCE” and “...THEY HAD THIS COMING TBH.”

Geoff Penzer: Lots of people in Manchester tonight, not impressed with the recent actions of the Chaotics.

Ashlyn takes a deep breath and begins to raise the microphone, but gives a bit of an exaggerated frown as a chorus of boos interrupts.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…”

Ashlyn lowers the microphone and moves over to Logan, saying something quietly to him that isn’t picked up by the entirety of the arena… before both of them calmly turn toward the hard camera, both raising their Tag Team Championships high in the air, earning another loud mixed reaction from the partisan crowd. Ashlyn takes a step back and places her belt on her shoulder while Logan begins to encourage the crowd to get louder, drawing out more of a negative response. He smirks good naturedly at the rebuke, before matching Ashlyn and putting his belt over his shoulder as well. De Luca raises a finger, a pondering look on her face before she finally speaks.

Ashlyn De Luca: You know why you guys feel that way? And that-- that stings a little bit, by the way. But really, do you know why you guys feel this way right now?

Ashlyn shakes her head slightly.

Ashlyn De Luca: Because somehow, somewhere along the line, somebody conditioned all of you to care more about Peaches, and care more about Dan Herrera than you care about the FGA World Tag Team Championships. And to be real with you, I don’t think that’s okay. I don’t think I’m willing to sacrifice the integrity of these titles for the sake of a team that didn’t deserve to be in a title match to begin with. Are you, Logan?

Logan Alexander: Of course not.

At that, the crowd begins to boo loudly again. Logan pauses and looks around at the crowd.

Logan Alexander: I mean, we get it. We know that everyone out here wants to see the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad walking around with these championships around their waists once again. But like I’ve been saying for the last month or so, what have they done to earn these?

He grabs his title and holds it up in the air once more. Ashlyn turns toward shouting members of the surrounding audience with a shrug, repeating aloud, “what have they done?” Logan lowers the belt and puts it back on his shoulder.

Logan Alexander: They haven’t proven themselves. They won a warm up match something like six or seven weeks ago. They fought the Dogs of War to a draw to earn their title match.

He rolls his eyes at that, drawing a few more jeers.

Logan Alexander: Then when it came time to backup all the trash talking, Dan and Peaches could... NOT... do it. That is why the two of us are standing here together.

He smiles widely.

Logan Alexander: And STILL...

He once again thrusts his championship into the air to punctuate his last point.

Ashlyn De Luca: And… at this rate, always your World. Tag. Team. Champions. No disrespect, Triple Double A.

Ashlyn smirks and slowly raises her championship again, this time drawing a much deeper chorus of boos from the crowd in the SNHU Arena. The team lower their titles, but Ashlyn raises a brow at the reaction, seeming to debate whether or not to address it before she moves on.

Ashlyn De Luca: And I know people are acting like we should be grateful or humble for being in the main event tonight, but… the thing people forget is, we should always be in the main event. One of us, both of us… that’s where you put the best wrestlers on your roster. In the main event. That’s how you treat the best wrestlers on your roster. With some fff…

Ashlyn bites her lip, laughing a little under her breath.

Ashlyn De Luca: ...with some respect.

She turns away from the hard camera, and instead toward the ramp. Another short, bitter laugh.

Ashlyn De Luca: And I know, that’s this tired, overused word in this business-- respect-- but it’s like you have to get the concept of respect over because no one gets it anymore. Seriously. The thing that pisses me off is, Peaches and Dan get opportunity after opportunity, as singles competitors, as a tag team, as goddamn title contenders and there is nothing athletically that either of them have done in the year of our Lord 2018 to justify it. What happened at Above & Beyond was COMPLETELY ridiculous. You gift the Dogs of War for being goons in the backstage area but completely inept between the ropes? You gift Polychromatic because-- why? Because you like them? Because as Peaches tried to justify on Twitter, because it’s been a while? Are you kidding me? That is disrespect. That’s-- that’s beyond disrespect. That’s a General Manager that has very clearly lost her goddamn mind.

Logan Alexander: Well, either that or her favouritism knows no bounds. What do we have to do to get even one of those opportunities? We’ve already run roughshod over Hadley’s all star team from July. Smart Style? Beat em while we were at odds. Dogs of War? Left in a heap at ringside. P.L.A.S.? Beat em after taking out the Dogs. We prove ourselves time after time in this ring and right now we are undisputedly the best team on this brand and probably even in this company.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The pockets of cheers are nearly drowned out in the deafening negative reaction. Ashlyn’s eyebrows arch and she laughs a little, raising the mic as she looks toward Logan.

Ashlyn De Luca: Knew they’d like that one.

She gestures toward the ramp.

Ashlyn De Luca: So now, like we were trying to tell Amanda earlier, we get to face somebody that actually deserves a shot at the Tag Team Titles. We get to face someone that did the unthinkable and… gasp… WON A MATCH to get a shot at th…

Ashlyn looks confused as the audience begins growing steadily louder. She lowers her mic and gives Logan a concerned look before glancing around in each direction.

Peaches: Now hold your horses, y’all.

The voice sounds out throughout the ringside area, but the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are nowhere to be seen. Not in the aisle, not at ringside. But they’re there somewhere, and The Chaotics continue looking around to try and find them.

Dan Herrera: We were backstage listening to what you two were saying, and...to be blunt, we just couldn’t stand it anymore. The lies, the twisting of words, the complete and utter amount of sheer bullsh*t that you’re spewing right now.

Peaches: An’ it’s even more than usual!

Finally the fans seem to part, and standing there at the back of the crowd are none other than Peaches and Dan Herrera. Still dressed in their ring attire after Dan’s match earlier this evening, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad slowly start walking towards the ring as they speak.

Peaches: Y’all keep comin’ out here an’ talkin’ ‘bout things like respect. As if you’ve got any idea ‘bout what that really means. ‘Cause lemme just make this real clear for y’all, so you ain’t gonna misunderstand no more. What Logan did before All Star Showdown was disrespect.

She puts a certain of emphasis on the word, while Ashlyn De Luca looks visibly disgusted in a quick shot of the Grapplers inside the ring.

Peaches: What Logan did at All Star Showdown...was disrespect. When y’all decided that you was above Flashpoint. That you was above the rest of your team mates. That’s disrespectful as hell.

Dan Herrera: But we remember last December. Final Frontier, when you defeated us to retain those titles. And we remember because that was the last time we were in the title picture. And we remember because after that night we picked ourselves by the bootstraps and we went about working our way back up the rankings. We started climbing the ladder again...just like contenders are supposed to do.

Peaches: Was it a smooth ride? Hell no. But we weathered the storm. We persevered. An’ we kept goin’ until y’all decided you were above us. Until you spat in our faces, and the faces of each an’ every Flashpoint fan back at All Star Showdown.

The pair stop half way towards the ring, looking around the arena at the cheering fans. But neither Peaches nor Dan look altogether pleased, not when The Chaotics are in that ring with the FGA World Tag Team titles in their possession. Ashlyn and Logan just continue glaring out of the ring towards their rivals as Dan gets ready to speak again.

Dan Herrera: And after you beat Smart Style again, Hadley decided that you needed a new contender. So she made a number one contender’s match - you know, like how general managers are supposed to do. But that match ended in a draw so, again like how general managers have done since the beginning of time, she made a triple threat match. And then all hell broke loose!

Peaches: An’ yeah, you walked outta Above & Beyond still the FGA World Tag Team Champions. That ain’t the thing that’s pissin’ us off. But y’all think you’re justified in attacking us after the match? ‘Cause y’all think you’re the best team on Flashpoint. The best team in FGA. Y’all think we didn’t deserve to be there?

Again, Peaches and Dan start walking. Quicker than before, they’re making a beeline for the ringside area as Peaches speaks up again.

Peaches: Well that’s the funny thing. As different as we are, there’s somethings we’ve all got in common. Like we think y’all deserve this asswhoopin’ you’re about to get!

With that, Peaches and Dan both hop the barricade and charge towards the ring. They slide in under the bottom rope as, on the other side of the ring, Ashlyn powders out as quick as a flash. Logan steps out through the middle rope, making clear that they don’t want any part of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad - not right before the main event, anyway! Ashlyn hops the barricade, standing in the front row while Logan backs away from the ring with a glare.

Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics just cheesed it out of the ring!

The crowd continue cheering, urging Peaches and Dan onwards as security staff begin to swarm from the backstage area. They position themselves between both teams right as Logan Alexander climbs over the barricade to join his partner. Peaches picks up the microphone she’d dropped in the action.

Peaches: Yeah, you better run! But you listen up now, you hear. We ain’t done with you! You ain’t gettin’ away with this! An’ one day soon, we’re gonna get another shot at those FGA World Tag Team titles an’ on that night, we’re gonna see who’s the best tag team here on Flashpoint! ‘Cause on that night, we’re kickin’ your asses!

Peaches throws down the microphone and storms towards the ropes nearest the barricade. The security staff keep both teams separated, and there’s no way the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are going to break through the lines. Ashlyn holds a palm up, looking toward Peaches with a look feigning disbelief. She sighs and taps the microphone on the top of the barricade to get attention before raising the mic.

Ashlyn De Luca: We don’t need this. We’re literally like two minutes away from a main event-- something you guys shouldn’t be anywhere near. Security, for the love of god.

Thunderous boos flood the arena again as security motions for PCLAS to exit the ring on the side nearest the ramp. Ashlyn cups a hand to her ear, pretending she can’t hear Peaches as her fellow Georgian jaws off.

Geoff Penzer: The Chaotics are demanding that security clear the ring-- and I mean, I get it. But you can’t blame Peaches and Dan Herrera for feeling the way they do. Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander crossed the line three weeks ago. They ambushed Peaches and Dan. That much is clear! But right now, we have a World Tag Team Title defense, and Hadley can’t allow the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad to interfere in that, no matter how high emotions are!

The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad are forced to back up the ramp as a wall of security ushers them out. Ashlyn and Logan simultaneously raise their championships high one last time, to almost-unanimous boos as PCLAS are backed up the ramp and through the curtains to the back.

Geoff Penzer: We have to take one more break, but when we come back, the Chaotics put their Tag Team Championships on the line against Ashley Chase and Antoinette Sands of AAA. It’s our main event, when we come back!

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