MAIN EVENT
★★★ FRONTIER LIONS CUP (QUALIFYING ROUND) ★★★
Logan Alexander vs. Ashlyn De Luca
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is a qualifying match for the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup… and it our MAAAIN EVENT!
The lights in the arena slowly fade to darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, back turned toward the ring. As the lights in the arena begin to systematically brighten, it becomes clear that the figure is Ashlyn De Luca. The arena plunges into darkness once more, earning a cheap pop from the live audience for theatrics-- before all of the lights scream to life, casting a blinding glow down on the pair at the top of the ramp. While Ashlyn De Luca now faces the ring, Tag Team Championship raised high above her head, the cameras move to reveal Logan standing with his back to hers, his title also held high above his head.
Geoff Penzer: Well, this is surprising. A show of unity from the Chaotics tonight… despite the fact that they’re opponents, each vying for the same opportunity.
Ashlyn and Logan lower their arms simultaneously, marching toward the ramp. Ashlyn remains just a pace ahead and the camera pans in as Melanie Sierra makes the announcements.
Melanie Sierra: Introducing first, on her way to the ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, representing Chaotics, she is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions… AAASHLYN DE LUCA!
Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience, who greets her with a very split reaction. Ashlyn ever-so-faintly smirks into the audience again before shaking her head and sliding into the ring. We pan past her toward Logan Alexander, who stops at the bottom of the ramp, looking at the audience surrounding him with an unamused expression.
Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, representing Chaotics, HE is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions… LOOOOGAN ALEXANDER!
Logan’s announcement earns significantly more boos from the audience, which he responds to simply by raising his Tag Team Championship into the air while he climbs onto the apron. Logan holds his arms out to his side, raising a brow at the thunderous boos before calmly stepping into the ring, locking eyes with his partner… and opponent.
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander wanted a chance to show what they could do as individuals. They’ve been one of the most dominant teams in FGA in recent memory, and to them, that’s all fine and well, but they’ve been out to prove that they are two of the very best wrestlers in this company, if not in the world today. Well… tonight, General Manager Hadley Herrera give them that chance. Tonight, they get the chance to shine as individuals-- against each other in tonight’s main event.
The music fades and the champions hand their belts over to the referee, while never taking eyes off of each other.
Geoff Penzer: Some think it’s unfair. Then some think the Tag Team Champions brought this on themselves. In any event, only one of the Chaotics is advancing past the qualifying round in the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup.
Ashlyn and Logan stand in opposite corners, eyes locked on one another. The audience grows steadily louder while Ashlyn grips the top rope on either side of her, leaned forward a bit as if prepared to charge her opponent, a slight smirk on her face, while Logan remains calm on the other side of the ring, looking straight at De Luca, unblinking. The referee begins to call for the bell-- until “Dangerous Business Since 1979” blares across the PA system.
Geoff Penzer: Oh…!
Ashlyn wears a bitter grin, shaking her head a bit while Logan’s gaze slowly travels toward the ramp, where Dan Herrera and Peaches of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad waste no time making a beeline toward the ring. Logan mutters something toward the ref, who exits the ring and cuts off the former Tag Team Champions at the bottom of the ramp.
Geoff Penzer: Well, maybe this main event isn’t gonna start off the way we thought. Maybe this main event isn’t gonna start-- that would be a shame. The Chaotics haven’t been my favorite people on the Flashpoint roster, but this can’t be the best time to settle this, can it?
Peaches holds her hands up to the referee and can be audibly heard saying “we’re just here to watch”, moving around the ring while Dan follows close behind, keeping his gaze locked on Logan Alexander. Ashlyn throws her hands up, asking the official if he is indeed “serious”, as he slides back into the ring.
Geoff Penzer: The referee is serious alright-- there’s the bell!
As Herrera and Peaches take their seats in folding chairs just to the side of the commentary desk, the bell rings!
Logan and Ashlyn both remain standing in the ring, staring out towards Dan and Peaches, even though the bell has rung. Finally though, Logan and Ashlyn turn back towards one another and lock eyes. Logan then steps closer to the middle of the ring. He clenches his right hand and extends his arm towards Ashlyn and holds it there in front of her. Ashlyn looks at his hand, then back up at him. This sparks a growing mixed reaction in the audience, with a cynical section beginning a
“JUST SAY NO!” chant. A few moments pass and then she fist bumps him, intensifying the split reaction. Logan nods and backs up then Ashlyn steps back as well. The ref motions for them to begin.
Geoff Penzer: A show of respect, but with what we have on the line here tonight, let’s see how much of that goes out the window! I’m not speculating-- I’m just curious!
Logan and Ash then step forward and lock up in the center of the ring, jockeying for position against one another. Gradually, Logan pushes Ashlyn back across the ring back into a corner. He pushes her back against the turnbuckles and the ref moves in calls for a break.
ONE!
TWO!At the count of two, Logan breaks and backs off from the corner. He moves back over towards the center of the ring, keeping his eyes on Ashlyn and then motions for her to meet him in the middle of the ring again.
Accepting the implied challenge, she steps up and the two lock up again. This time Ashlyn looks to be putting more behind her effort, keeping Logan from forcing her back again. He backs up half a step, but then surges forward and shoves Ashlyn tumbling back towards the corner of the ring. She looks up at him, a bit surprised by that display from him. Logan smirks back slightly, and beckons her back towards the center of the ring again. At this the crowd begins booing loudly in response.
Geoff Penzer: And this crowd is nothing if not consistent-- for the latter part of this year, there has been a real unease between Logan Alexander and the fans. Clearly that’s still the case here tonight in Connecticut.
Logan glances around at the crowd, looking mildly amused by their reaction. Ashlyn gets back up and steps back towards the middle of the ring. The two partners go to lock up again, only for Ashlyn duck away and catch Logan with a quick jab that sends him reeling backwards. The crowd cheers in approval. Logan reaches up to check his face and then looks to Ashlyn. She just looks back at him as though asking him if this is the way he wants to play this one out. Logan smirks back at Ashlyn.
Geoff Penzer: And just like that, I get this vibe that this isn’t gonna be a friendly wrestling match between Tag Team Champions-- this is a true test for the best, just to get a
shot at winning the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup.
Shaking off that exchange, the two of them circle each other for a few moments and then lock up once again. The two of them fight for position here for several moments. Logan then shifts to one side grabbing Ashlyn’s arm and applying a full arm twist. Ashlyn is quick to roll through though, popping up to her feet and reversing the arm twist to Logan. She steps around behind him transitioning into a hammerlock, but Logan shifts to the side, duck under Ashlyn’s arm and behind her reversing their positions with her now in a hammerlock. He goes to shift into a side headlock, but Ashlyn is able to shift back, slipping her head free, and grabbing Logan in a rear waistlock.
Geoff Penzer: And a display of technical ability by De Luca here. Logan largely has himself to blame for all that, I imagine…
Before he is able to try and escape, Ashlyn runs forward with him, pushing Logan into the ropes. As Ashlyn tries to pull him back, Logan grabs hold of the top rope and shakes her off, sending her tumbling back to the center of the ring. Logan turns and charges at Ashlyn, where she catches him with a hip toss to the mat. Logan turns over and gets back up, where Ashlyn meets him with a deep arm drag which she tries to transition into an arm bar. Logan quickly reaches up to grab hold of her and roll her up into a pinning position. Ashlyn rolls through and up to her feet, leaving him sitting on the mat. She quickly spins around towards him, looking to flatten him with a kick, but he drops flat before she can connect. He rolls over as she turns back around and he grabs her legs and performs a quick takedown, dropping her to the mat. He grabs hold of her legs as he is getting back up, but Ashlyn kicks him off. Ashlyn then kips up and Logan charges towards her, swinging for a clothesline, which she ducks under.
He hits the ropes and comes back towards Ashlyn, who jumps up, catching him in headscissors and then drops back with a hurricanrana sending him through the ropes and out to the floor. Ashlyn quickly gets back to her feet and the crowd cheers as Logan looks back up into the ring from a seated position on the floor.
Geoff Penzer: This Connecticut crowd is rallying behind De Luca, and I’m not sure if Logan Alexander is rattled by that… or by the fact that, right now, he’s being outsmarted by the kid that stumbled into his gym seven years ago.
Getting back to his feet, Logan starts to walk slowly along one side of the ring, looking in at Ashlyn, who seems content to just return the stare. The crowd boos at the obvious stalling tactic. The ref meanwhile counts as Logan is on the floor.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!Logan rounds the corner of the ring and starts up the steps there. He pauses briefly as he’s near the commentary position and glances at the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad members sitting there. No words are exchanged though, only glances.
FIVE!
SIX!Stepping up onto the apron, Logan pauses for a moment before climbing back into the ring. Ashlyn remains still letting him enter without a challenge. The Tag Team champions move back to the center of the ring again and start to circle once more before locking up again.
As before Logan is able to grab one of Ashlyn’s arms and applies a full arm twist, before quickly transitioning into a side headlock. He cinches in tightly before Ashlyn can slip out as before and then brings her down with a headlock takeover. Ashlyn is able to swing her legs up after hitting the mat and catches Logan with a head scissors again, forcing him to release the headlock. He quickly kips out of the head scissors before she can trap him or transition into anything else though. Ash gets back to her feet, but Logan is ready. He grabs her and hip tosses her over, only for her to land on her feet beside him! She quickly turns towards him and rocks him backwards with a European uppercut.
Geoff Penzer: Impressive agility, impressive awareness!
She follows up with a series of jabs and slaps, driving Logan back across the ring and into one of the corners. Then grabbing his arm, Ashlyn goes to whip Logan into the opposite corner. However, Logan is able to stop and reverse, sending her across the ring instead, and is quick to charge after her. Ashlyn is able to grab the ropes in the corner and vault over the top rope and onto the apron. Logan has to grab the ropes as well to keep from running sternum first into the turnbuckles— just barely doing so! Ashlyn quickly pops up and delivers a solid kick to the side of Logan’s head, sending him reeling out of the corner. Pulling back on the top rope, Ashlyn jumps up and springboards off the top rope and into a hurricanrana sending Logan across the ring again. Ashlyn is up quickly, and as Logan sits up, she flattens him with a running dropkick. Rolling back over, she makes a cover!
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TWO!
Logan kicks out!
Geoff Penzer: Quick thinking from Ashlyn, but now both competitors are scrambling back to their feet!
Logan climbs up to a knee as Ashlyn rolls up to her feet-- and blasts the rising Logan with an Axe Kick! Logan is stunned and the audience roars as a
CRACK! echoes throughout the Mohegan Sun Arena. Ashlyn shoots the ropes and rebounds as Logan stands upright, this time delivering a Running Calf Kick, striking Logan across the jaw, sending him to the mat! Ashlyn shoves him over onto his back as the audience comes alive, counting along with the ref!
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TWO
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THR--!
Logan throws his shoulder up, forcing Ashlyn off of him with emphasis! Ashlyn stumbles to her feet and shoots the ropes, charging Logan as he sits upright, smashing into him for a Leaping Meteora-- but Logan takes the brunt of the move and rolls through, seamlessly rising to his feet as he hooks ADL’s legs, locking her in a Boston Crab!
Geoff Penzer: My God! Back and forth, and now--
Ashlyn pushes herself up to her palms and tucks her head, rolling through onto her back, forcing Logan off of his feet-- but Logan maintains a grip on Ashlyn’s left leg, looking for an Ankle Lock as the Connecticut crowd grows loud once again! Ashlyn gasps and desperately scrambles for the ropes! Logan struggles to maintain a grip on De Luca’s leg, but she manages to get her left hand around the bottom rope! Logan immediately lets go of the hold, backing into the center of the ring with his gaze locked on De Luca. Many in the audience applaud the standoff as Ashlyn uses the ropes to pull herself up to a knee.
Geoff Penzer: It is clear how well these two know each other. It is
scary how well these two know each other. You have to wonder what, exactly, Logan or Ashlyn has to pull out to truly gain an advantage over the other in a match like this… and I know our guests at ringside, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, are wondering the same thing.
We catch a glimpse of Dan Herrera and Peaches whispering to each other at ringside, eyes locked on the action.
“LET’S GO ASHLYN!” “ASHLYN SUCKS!”
“LET’S GO ASHLYN!” “ASHLYN SUCKS!”
“LET’S GO ASHLYN!” “ASHLYN SUCKS!”
Ashlyn paces the ring, walking the ropes, smirking at Logan a bit as she points to one ear and nods out to the audience. Logan wears a look of mild amusement, looking out into the audience-- raising a brow as the boos seem to intensify.
“LET’S GO LOGAN!” “LOGAN SUCKS!”
“LET’S GO LOGAN!” “LOGAN SUCKS!”
“LET’S GO LOGAN!” “LOGAN SUCKS!”
As chants of
“LOGAN SUCKS!” begin to overtake the Mohegan Sun, Logan’s eyes drift toward the audience for just a brief second-- and De Luca charges across the ring, attempting to take Logan down with a single-leg takedown, but Alexander drops to his knees and drives the point of his elbow thrice into De Luca’s spine. Ashlyn cries out in pain and Logan forces her up seamlessly, deadlifting Ashlyn into a Suplex--
Geoff Penzer: STUNNER!
Ashlyn twists out of Logan’s arms and drops down, catching him with a Stunner as she crashes to the mat! Logan twists upon impact, smashing into the canvas to a thunderous pop from the audience! Ashlyn grips the middle rope, pulling herself up to her feet, shooting a glare out to the tag team sitting at ringside… before shifting it toward her rising opponent in the center of the ring.
Geoff Penzer: And look at the eyes of Ashlyn De Luca!
Logan reaches his knees, clearly disoriented. He reaches a hand up toward De Luca as she grows near, and she immediately grabs a hold of his wrist-- before delivering a lightning-fast knee strike to Logan’s jaw, earning a roar from the crowd! Logan looks stunned by the move, but shoots a glare up to De Luca-- only to receive a second knee strike, then a third, and fourth! Logan is forced onto his back as De Luca maintains a deathgrip on his wrist, stomping viciously down onto the heart of her fellow Tag Team Champion!
Geoff Penzer: Listen to this place!
A wide shot shows the audience roaring for the display! Ashlyn pulls Logan to a seated position and lets go of his hand just as she delivers a Savate Kick to his temple, sending Logan to the mat! Ashlyn clenches her fists, moving to the far corner of the ring, stooping down a bit, murmuring to herself as the dazed Logan uses the other corner to pull himself upright.
Geoff Penzer: Logan Alexander has absolutely no idea where he is. The veteran from Toronto is on dream-street right now and this place is loving every second of it!
Logan’s eyes are clearly glassy as he pulls himself up in the corner. Groggily, he turns around as De Luca sprints at him at full speed, looking for an Elbow Strike… but Logan ducks low and catches Ashlyn with a Release Flapjack! Ashlyn crashes ribs-first across the top turnbuckle, crying out in agony before she flops down onto the apron, and finally down to the floor outside!
Geoff Penzer: SWEET LORD ALMIGHTY!
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
The referee ducks out of the ring to check on the writhing Ashlyn De Luca. Logan tries to gather his bearings in the middle of the ring, struggling to reach his feet while the audience rains boos down on him.
Geoff Penzer: I don’t think Logan Alexander has any idea what the severity of that counter was, but Ashlyn De Luca is down and out. This one might be done!
Another camera catches De Luca pushing the referee away as he tries to have dialogue with her. Shaking his head, the referee rolls into the ring, intent on beginning his ten count-- but at that moment, Logan Alexander’s eyes widen, realizing the results of his actions as he sees De Luca shakily crawl toward the announce table.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!Logan rolls out of the ring, breaking the referee’s count. With a look of concern on his face, he makes his way toward Ashlyn De Luca, who looks barely able to stand as she leans against the announce table--
CRACK!De Luca blasts Alexander with a Super Kick, sending him to the floor, earning a roar from the audience. Ashlyn leans against the announce table, laughing a little as she looks at Geoff Penzer, giving him a small wink.
Geoff Penzer: Wh-- Ashlyn De Luca is just taking page after page out of the historic Alexander wrestling playbook!
Ashlyn clutches her ribs, wincing as she stands upright, raising a brow toward the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad that sit a few feet away. Ashlyn steps over Logan and walks past Herrera and Peaches, leaning over the section of barricade that separates the timekeeper before turning toward the tag team with a microphone in hand, breathing heavily into it as she walks up to them.
Ashlyn De Luca: ...you know… I thought… I thought it was pretty upsetting that the only way either Logan or I could advance into the Frontier Lion’s Cup… was by beating the hell out of each other, but… but--
Ashlyn takes a moment to catch her breath before shaking her head a little, gesturing toward the Tag Team Championships which sit a few feet away, next to the timekeeper.
Ashlyn De Luca: The actual saddest part about all of this… is... is that even if Logan and I literally murdered each other in this ring… there’s still absolutely no way in Hell you would ever be able to take those away from us…
The words earn a mixed reaction from the audience, but an unflinching glare from Peaches. Ashlyn continues to point to the titles for a few seconds before calmly tossing the microphone toward Dan Herrera. Herrera swats the microphone away and Peaches immediately springs to her feet, getting in Ashlyn’s face to a roar from the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: If Peaches lays hands on Ashlyn De Luca, Ashlyn is advancing! Ashlyn will advance in the Frontier Lion’s Cup!
Ashlyn closes her eyes and leans toward Peaches, who seethes, fists clenched. Ashlyn feigns confusion as she opens her eyes, but smirks knowingly and shrugs, turning back toward Logan Alexander-- who nails an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex out of nowhere! Ashlyn sits upright, a look of pain mixed with frustration etched on her face as she internalizes a groan of agony.
Geoff Penzer: She took too much time!
Ashlyn uses the apron to pull herself up, but Logan quickly moves behind her, shoving her into the ring beneath the bottom rope before following in, hooking the near leg for a quick cover!
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De Luca rolls onto her stomach. She power-crawls toward the ropes, but Logan grabs her ankle, keeping her grounded as he reaches a foot, dragging Ashlyn back into a rear waist lock. He forces her up, looking for a German Suplex, but Ashlyn fires off with a back elbow-- which Alexander ducks before catching Ashlyn with an Oklahoma Roll!
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Ashlyn shoves Logan off of her, but he pivots, using the momentum to rebound off of the ropes and charge at the rising De Luca for a Running Enzuigiri. De Luca shoulder-rolls out of the way, clutching her ribs with one arm as she reaches her feet. She shoots another Savate Kick at Alexander as he rises to his feet, but he catches her foot and spins her away, leaping up into the air before delivering a Double-Knee Lungblower!
Geoff Penzer: Counter into a Backstabber of sorts by Logan, right to those ribs that Ashlyn has been favoring since that Flapjack earlier!
Logan quickly scampers over and goes for a cover!
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TWO
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And Ashlyn kicks out. Logan climbs back to his feet and then reaches down to pull up Ashlyn. She delivers a couple of hard punches to his midsection making him release her. She throws out a European uppercut, only for Logan to lean back to dodge clear and then suddenly swing back towards her connecting with a solid headbutt that drops her to a knee. He then pulls her back up to her feet, then lifts her up for an inverted atomic drop. He then steps over beside her and follows with a Russian leg sweep. Logan stands back up, measures Ashlyn and drops an elbow on her. He gets back up and drops another one. Getting back up again, he moves over to the near corner and climbs up onto the second rope. He leaps off and connects with another elbow drop and follows with a cover.
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TWO
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Ashlyn throws her shoulder up again.
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn looks to be in trouble here. She’s nursing injured ribs, is down on the mat, and Logan is starting to slow the pace of this match which is when he is the most effective… Strangely though, he isn’t pressing that advantage.
Logan slowly climbs back to his feet, looking down at Ashlyn and considering his next move. She rolls over, keeping one arm against her side, as she climbs back to her feet. Logan leans in closer to her and appears to be saying something to Ashlyn that isn’t audible to anyone else. In response, Ashlyn looks up at Logan… and then shoves him backwards! Logan reels a bit, trying to keep his balance, but gets taken off his feet anyway by a superkick from Ashlyn!
Geoff Penzer: Whatever Logan just said to her, Ashlyn did NOT appreciate it.
Ashlyn mounts Logan and begins firing away with punches on him as he does his best to cover up and protect his head. She then climbs off and backs away from Logan and as he starts getting back up, she hits a shining wizard to knock him right back down again. Ashlyn gets back to her feet, steps over to Logan, and hits a leg drop. Then gets up and hits a second. And a third. The crowd is really starting to rally behind Ashlyn as she gets rolling here. She then pulls Logan up to his feet with visible effort. She then kicks him in the midsection and cinches for a Suplex. She tries to lift him up but Logan blocks. Ashlyn releases him and delivers a pair of quick jabs, a European uppercut and another shoot kick to the midsection, then cinches him again. This time Ashlyn gets him partway, but drops him back down to the mat and grabs at her side again.
Geoff Penzer: Oh no! It looks like Ashlyn may have overestimated herself there as her injured ribs would not allow her to lift Logan up.
Logan steps back and looks at Ashlyn for a moment. He then hits her with a hard forearm shot drawing a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. He pauses and looks around at the crowd, looking rather annoyed by their reaction. He then steps around behind Ashlyn and pulls her upright again. He then lifts her up for a backdrop suplex, but she rolls back over his shoulder and lands on her feet and stumbles back from him. Logan turns and charges towards Ashlyn to try and grab hold of her again, but she ducks past him. He turns around again and is blasted by a roundhouse kick that sends him crumbling to the mat. Ashlyn drops on top of him for a cover!
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TWO
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Logan rolls his shoulder up.
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn almost had the victory there, but she wasn’t able to get a deep cover.
Ashlyn sits up and looks at Logan, who appears dazed after absorbing that kick. Standing back up, Ashlyn moves to the near ropes and climbs out onto the apron. She then moves to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. As Logan climbs back to his feet, she remains perched... waiting.
Geoff Penzer: Taking a risk here…!
When Logan finally is up and turns towards her, Ashlyn leaps off looking for springboard double knees, but Logan backs up a half step and catches her with superkick on the way down! Ashlyn drops to the mat seemingly out of it, but Logan also falls to the mat, grabbing at his foot and ankle in obvious pain.
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn just went for it all right there, but Logan was able to catch her with a perfectly placed superkick! This match would be over right now but it looks like Logan may have injured himself with that same move.
The ref moves over to check on Ashlyn and then does the same with Logan. He then stands back up and begins to count both of them out on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!Pushing his own pain aside, Logan crawls across the mat towards Ashlyn, who is still motionless.
FIVE!
SIX!Finally close enough, Logan drapes one arm over Ashlyn.
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THRE--!
Kickout!
Logan turns and looks at Ashlyn. He then shifts his position, hooks one of her legs and tries again.
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THRE--!
Ashlyn kicks out again!
Looking disappointed, but not exactly surprised, Logan rolls away from Ashlyn, to the near ropes. Grabbing them, he climbs back to his feet, now favoring his right leg. He watches Ashlyn as she slowly starts climbing to her feet as well. Logan limps over towards her and as she stands, he goes to set her up for another Russian leg sweep. She’s able to stop him from doing so with several elbows to the midsection, knocking him back a step. She swings at him with a high back elbow, only for him to duck! Logan grabs hold of her head and connects with a swinging neckbreaker! He rolls over and makes another cover.
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TWO
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TH--!
Ashlyn throws her shoulder up!
Geoff Penzer: Every time Ashlyn powers out, you can clearly see how much effort it takes-- how much every kickout is taking out of her.
Logan gets back to his feet and limps back over to the corner. Turning to face Ashlyn again, he climbs up to the second rope. He leaps off for another elbow drop and crashes into Ashlyn’s upraised foot!
Geoff Penzer: And now Ashlyn with a timely counter! She has a chance to recover with Logan down as well. Will it be enough for her?
The crowd is now chanting for Ashlyn to get back into this match as the ref begins counting again.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!Logan rolls over slowly, looking around the ring a bit groggily.
FOUR!
FIVE!Sitting up, Logan looks over at Ashlyn for a few moments. Seeing she still lying prone, he continues working his way up to his feet.
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SEVEN!The ref halts as Logan stands up and begins limping over towards Ashlyn, who still hasn’t moved since before the ref started his count. Logan stops beside her and glances down at her, then he looks away towards the crowd.
Geoff Penzer: Look—!
Suddenly Ashlyn is in motion!
She grabs hold of Logan’s right leg and brings him down to the mat with a toehold and suddenly shifts into an kneeling anklelock! Logan howls in pain as Ashlyn starts torquing the injured appendage.
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn was playing possum! She’s got a hold of Logan and is working for that submission now!
A deep roar, with chants of
“TAP!” echo throughout the Mohegan Sun! Logan turns, looking for the nearest set of ropes, performing a full 360 before realizing each set is equally as far! The crowd roars upon their own realization! Logan grunts and pushes himself up with his palms— but Ashlyn applies a grapevine to the leg!
Geoff Penzer: She has it locked all the way in!
The screams of the audience become deafening but Logan bites his tongue, face turning red as he digs deep, using his elbows to drag himself and Ashlyn closer to the ropes… closer… closer…
...and he raises a hand to a roar from the crowd as ADL begins to jerk back and forth, wrenching the hold! A wail escapes Logan’s mouth but he inches forward and finally clutches the bottom rope!
Geoff Penzer: And finally Logan has gotten to the ropes for a break, but what damage has been done in the meantime?
Ashlyn gets back to her feet and waits as Logan slowly climbs back up with the help of the ropes. Once he’s up, Ashlyn moves in and starts peppering him with jabs, forearm shots and slaps, driving Logan back along the ropes and into a corner. De Luca unloads with rapid kicks to the midsection, which devolve into stomps as Logan sinks to the mat. Grabbing hold of the top rope on either of the turnbuckle, Ashlyn jumps up and drops down knees-first into the seated Logan. Standing and grabbing hold of Logan, Ashlyn drags him out of the corner and covers!
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TWO
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THRE--!
Geoff Penzer: Somehow, Logan gets a shoulder up!
Ashlyn quickly climbs to her feet and pulls Logan up with her. She grabs hold of him and lands a Russian Leg Sweep and rolls through with Logan, pulling him back up, and delivers a second one as well. Instead of going for a cover, Ashlyn stands back up and pulls Logan back up as well. Leaving him doubled over, Ashlyn steps in front of him and leans forward to grab hold of him around the waist. She then pulls up on him, trying to get him in position for Crashlanta (Styles Clash)!
Geoff Penzer: She’s setting it up!
Logan grabs hold of her left leg though to block her. After two attempts, Ashlyn lets go of him and starts hammering Logan with forearms to the back, knocking him down onto all fours. Grabbing hold of him around the waist again, Ashlyn pulls him back up into position to try for Crashlanta again. This time though, Logan tries to power out, lifting Ashlyn off the mat to try and back body drop her, but his right leg buckles and she lands on her feet beside him. Out of frustration, Ashlyn grabs hold of Logan’s head with both hands and delivers a Stryke Force (Ace Crusher) instead, earning a massive roar from the capacity crowd.
Geoff Penzer: After three attempts to connect with her own finishing move, Ashlyn has just put Logan down with his own!
Ashlyn runs her hands over her face, through her hair as she stumbles to her feet, falling back and collapsing against the turnbuckles as she looks down toward Alexander. Chants of
“YES!” echo throughout the arena and Ashlyn looks out into the audience… then toward the members of PCLAS, who stare back from ringside. Ashlyn steps through the ropes, out to the apron, rolling her eyes away from Peaches before she climbs to the top turnbuckle, taking a deep breath as she holds her ribs… before performing a ropewalk and leaping off for a Frog Splash across the spine of the fallen Alexander!
Geoff Penzer: Frog Splash! Can she flip him?!
Ashlyn grunts out in pain before she pushes Logan onto his back after a few seconds of struggle and hooks both legs for a deep cover!
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Ashlyn groans, throwing a fist into the mat in frustration as Logan powers out! She bites her lip, rising to her knees… before rolling to the apron once again!
Geoff Penzer: I was just about to say, Ashlyn shouldn’t waste time being frustrated here but… I don’t know if this is the right move. I understand the mentality of-- “maybe one more big move will put him away”, but…
Ashlyn climbs to the top turnbuckle, perched there for a moment, waiting for Logan to get up. She rises to her feet as Logan rises to his… and De Luca leaps from the top, wrapping her legs around his neck and swinging for a Diving Hurricanrana-- but Logan attempts to plant his feet and halt her momentum. His right leg gives way, turning her hurricanrana into a kneeling powerbomb as she gets slammed to the mat on the back of her shoulders and head. With her stunned for the moment, Logan lets out a yell as he powers back up to his feet, then traps Ashlyn’s left arm behind his bad right leg… and drops forward to the mat, driving her down with a sloppy Crashlanta!
Geoff Penzer: You’re kidding!
Looks of surprise are captured among the faces of many in the crowd for a few seconds, but we abruptly cut back to the ring, where Alexander has hooked the far leg, many in the audience expectantly counting along with the referee!
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Another pop surges throughout the arena as Ashlyn lifts her left leg just far enough to rest a foot on the bottom rope. Logan rolls off of Ashlyn and just lies face down on the mat beside her, both competitors feeling the effects of the most recent exchange.
Geoff Penzer: I’m not sure what more it’s going to take for one of these two to put the other down. Nothing seems to be off limits for them. Counters, reversals, using each other’s moves. What will it take?
The ref starts another count as the Chaotics lie on the mat.
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SIX!The champions push themselves up off the mat. Ashlyn to a seated position. Logan to his knees. The two lock eyes and start trading rapid forearms back and forth, earning a satisfied roar from the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: The gloves are off!
The two continue throwing strikes, many landing stiff and landing loud, both Grapplers using each other to climb back to a vertical base.
Geoff Penzer: The Mohegan Sun is at a fever pitch!
Ashlyn gains the upper hand in the exchange, knocking Logan back, punch after punch. She then catches him with a solid forearm shot, and he staggers back and bounces off the ropes. Ashlyn back up a step and lashes out with a roundhouse kick, that Logan barely dodges by dropping to a knee. When Ashlyn’s turns back round, Logan springs back up, grabbing her for a Stryke Force! But Ashlyn quickly shoves Logan chest-first into the turnbuckles. Ashlyn rushes in and connects with a running elbow strike to the back of the head of Logan. She then pulls him out of the corner, cinches in a front facelock, then turns towards the corner, using the bottom and middle ropes to step up, spin out from the corner and drop Logan with a tornado DDT!
Geoff Panzer: Tornado DDT out of the corner! This could be it!
Ashlyn hurries over, hooks the near leg, and lies back across Logan for the cover!
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Geoff Penzer: That’s it!
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Geoff Penzer: Wait… no! The referee is waving it off! Somehow, Logan had the wherewithal to get his foot under the bottom rope! We are still going here!
Ashlyn looks up at the ref in disbelief. She then turns and looks over to see that Logan does indeed have his foot under the bottom rope. Ashlyn’s fingers visibly tremble as she glares a hole through the referee, sharing words with him that the live and TV audiences can’t quite pick up. After a moment, Ashlyn gets back to her feet, letting out a shriek of rage-- and begins angrily stomping away at Logan!
Geoff Penzer: We’ve reached that point, I think, where one competitor stops seeing the other as a partner and starts seeing them as a threat!
The audience erupts into a frenzy as Ashlyn relently strikes, but boos creep through as Logan rolls over into the ropes, covering up as Ashlyn continues stomping away on his back. The ref moves in to get her to back off. When she doesn’t, he starts counting.
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FOUR!Ashlyn abruptly turns away from Logan, focusing her ire on the ref now, who backs up from her. A quick camera shot pans to PCLAS, with Dan whispering something to Peaches… but Peaches smirks up at the irate De Luca, eyes locked with the champion’s.
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn is letting her emotions get the better of her here. If she’s not careful, she might cost herself this match.
Turning back to Logan, Ashlyn sees him climbing back to his feet with the aid of the ropes. She turns away and runs to the far ropes and comes back to connect with a bicycle kick, knocking Logan through the top and middle ropes and out to the floor to land flat on his back. Ashlyn climbs through the ropes and drops down to the floor. The ref starts his count.
ONE!She pulls Logan up off the mats and whips him into the ringside barricade, and then into the ring apron, and then into the ring steps.
TWO!Ashlyn backs up, then rushes forward for a diving dropkick, but Logan rolls aside and Ashlyn sends the top half of ring steps crashing into the ring side barricade.
THREE!Ashlyn rolls over and starts climbing back to her feet as Logan uses the bottom half of the steps to get back up.
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FIVE!Ashlyn is up first, and she charges at Logan, but he’s able to sidestep her rush and catch her with a drop toehold, sending her face first into the ring steps!
Geoff Penzer: The veteran, Alexander, doing whatever he can at this point to deter the attack of his fellow Tag Team Champion! Ladies and gentlemen-- this is truly an odd situation, but I’m intrigued, and I’m glad to be here calling it for you. The official’s count continues! Peaches and Dan Herrera are watching, intently! De Luca is down and Alexander is stirring!
SIX!Now with sometime to gather his wits, Logan climbs back to his feet and rolls into the ring. Ashlyn groggily pushes herself up off the steps.
SEVEN!She climbs to her feet and grabs hold of the bottom rope to steady herself. Logan begins climbing to his feet in the ring with the ropes.
EIGHT!Ashlyn pulls herself up onto the apron. Logan reaches over the ropes to grab hold of her. She leans back away from him then shoots forward with a shoulder block through the ropes, doubling him over. Standing back up, Ashlyn slingshots herself over the top rope and Logan, dropping down behind him and pulling him back for a sunset flip-- but Logan hangs onto the ropes! He then drops down on top of Ashlyn for a cover!
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Ashlyn reaches out and grabs the rope with one hand, then socks Logan with a forearm shot from the other! He reels backwards and Ashlyn swings her legs up, hooks them under Logan’s arms and rolls him backward, completing her sunset flip attempt for a cover!
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Logan brings his legs together, boxing Ashlyn’s ears and breaking the pin.
Geoff Penzer: I’m not sure how far Ashlyn’s gonna get trying to outwrestle the man that taught her mat wrestling, especially this deep into the contest... but I’ve been surprised before! Either way, neither is able to gain the advantage!
Logan rolls away from Ashlyn, who grabs the ropes and pulls herself up. Both of them climb back to their feet again, and step towards one another to begin trading forearm shots with one another. The audience grows loud, a wide shot capturing the energy as the two fire off-- with Logan finally managing to reel his smaller opponent. He leans in with a sickening forearm strike!
“BOOOO!”
Ashlyn staggers back… but rebounds with a forearm of her own!
“YAAAA!”
Logan flinches-- but throws another strike.
“BOOOO!”
And Ashlyn falls back, hitting the ropes-- but rebounds with an elbow strike, cracking Logan across the jaw with an audible shot!
“YAAAA!”
Logan falls to a knee, but yells out as he rises back up, nailing Ashlyn with his own elbow strike!
“BOOOO!”
Ashlyn goes noodle-legged and stumbles back into the ropes again, but rebounds once more, this time nailing a desperation headbutt that sends both competitors reeling back! The audience roars at the display, and Ashlyn doubles up with a swift kick to the injured leg, then a knee strike to the jaw! Spit flies from Logan’s mouth and Ashlyn raises a fist into the air, earning a roar from the crowd in the Mohegan Sun!
Geoff Penzer: This building is electric!
Ashlyn throws a right hand right at the face of her mentor… this time though, Logan blocks and lands a couple of quick jabs in succession, earning a deafening chorus of boos! Ashlyn takes another wild swing at Logan, who ducks under it. He then grabs a rear waistlock when Ashlyn spins away from him. He tries to lift her for a German suplex, but she quickly grabs the ropes to block the attempt. Logan tries to pull Ashlyn back from the ropes, but she stubbornly clings to the ropes before firing off a back elbow that catches Logan in the side of the head. A second back elbow from the other side, breaks his hold and knocks him back from her. Ashlyn then grabs the top rope, jumps up onto the second, and turns towards Logan as she springboards off of it, reaching to grab hold of him for the Flyleaf (High-leaping sitout facebuster). Logan steps into the move, reaching up to grab hold of Ashlyn’s head as well, turning it into a kneeling jawbreaker!
Geoff Penzer: Flylea--COUNTER!
She stays upright and staggers away from Logan holding her jaw. He steps over to her and hits her with a knee to the midsection, cinches in a front facelock and lifts her up for the Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT) spiking her!
Geoff Penzer: Chaotic Shockwave connects! This should be it!
Logan pushes Ashlyn over, hooks the far leg and covers!
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A roar surges throughout the arena as Ashlyn emphatically shoots a shoulder up!
Geoff Penzer: No! Ashlyn just got her shoulder up before the three count there!
Logan looks over at the ref who holds up two fingers to him in response. Logan just slumps over onto the mat beside Ashlyn.
Geoff Penzer: Logan can’t believe that that wasn’t enough to put this one away. Frankly, neither can I.
Chants of
“YES!” in the audience devolve into deafening chants of
“WAR!”. Logan rolls over onto all fours. Ashlyn follows suit shortly after. Getting to his feet first, Logan steps up behind Ashlyn and grabs hold of her with a rear waistlock. She reaches out to try and grab the ropes, but is too far away to do so. Logan lifts Ashlyn up and drops backwards, performing a German suplex. He then rolls over with her and performs a second one.
Geoff Penzer: Chaotic Repeater in effect here! How many will we be seeing tonight?
Maintaining his grip and pulling Ashlyn up again, Logan hits a third German suplex, bridging this one for a pin!
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Ashlyn kicks out, rolling onto her stomach, but Logan bridges even deeper, leg clearly shaking in pain, maintaining his grip to an impressed roar from the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: Logan is relentless!
Logan rolls back over onto his feet again with her and follow up with number four, bridging again for another pin!
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Ashlyn gets her shoulder up again.
Once again Logan rolls over back to his feet, pulls Ashlyn along and goes for number five! Only Ashlyn rolls through, landing on her feet, and grabbing hold of Logan in an inverted facelock. She hits an inverted DDT and immediately transitions into a grounded dragon sleeper!
Geoff Penzer: Oh-- oh my God! STORYBOOK ENDING!
The audience roars as Ashlyn applies the hold, immediately grapevining Logan’s torso! Logan reaches for anything-- grabbing the pants-leg of the referee for a moment, before the referee takes a step back, kneeling down to ask if Logan wants to submit! Logan uses his arms to pull himself… drag himself from the center of the ring, closer toward the ropes closest to the ramp-- but Ashlyn rolls onto her back, torquing the pressure on Logan’s head, bending his neck at an excruciating angle!
Geoff Penzer: Logan Alexander is bent in a way that no man should bend! Good God! These two are Tag Team Champions!
Ashlyn cries out, bending back as far as she possibly can, visibly stretching Logan’s neck to a deafening groan from the crowd! Logan raises a hand, shakily-- but instead of tapping, tries to pry at the arms of De Luca! Ashlyn cries out in frustration as Logan begins to loosen the grip of the Dragon Sleeper!
Geoff Penzer: Logan is gonna escape!
The audience erupts again as Logan wrenches the dominant arm of De Luca loose, slowly prying it off of his neck… and De Luca immediately breaks the hold, pushing herself out from under Logan. She pushes herself to her feet, pulling Logan up to his by the sides of his jaw, the crowd growing loud in anticipation for the Flyleaf! Ashlyn leaps into the air-- and as she does, Logan pivots, driving her down abruptly, nearly spiking her into the canvas with a Cutter!
Geoff Penzer: STRYKE FORCE! GOOD GOD, WHAT A STRYKE FORCE!
Logan groans as he pushes Ashlyn onto her back, laying across her, hooking the far leg for the pin!
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The bell sounds to a roar from the crowd and “Endless Possibility” hits the PA system.
Geoff Penzer: Logan Alexander has done it!
Logan rolls off of Ashlyn and away, lying on his back, allowing the referee to raise his hand in the air from his downed position.
Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner… LOOOOGAN ALEXAAANDER!
Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander just went to war to qualify for the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup! Love them or hate them, the Chaotics just gave it their all and left it all in the ring against, pitted against one another, but only one could go on. And tonight, that one is Logan Alexander… and…
Geoff is a bit caught off guard as the groggy Ashlyn drags herself to the ropes and outside of the ring, sitting on the apron. Logan looks over at her as he sits up. He considers moving over to her, but as if sensing it, the dejected De Luca holds up a hand, keeping Logan at bay, while using her free hand to steady herself… to keep herself from collapsing to the floor. Many in the audience come to their feet with an applause for the Grapplers.
Geoff Penzer: I feel Ashlyn’s disappointment here, but she has nothing to be ashamed of and Logan Alexander has just shown how much of a threat he is, especially with the lethal Stryke Force at his disposal.
Logan pulls himself up with assistance from the official. We pan to the apron where Ashlyn breathes heavily, leaning back against the ropes for a moment before her gaze settles on the members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. Peaches and Dan, like many in the crowd, offer the Chaotics applause. Ashlyn pushes herself off of the apron and walks over toward the pair, prompting the tag team to stand up.
Geoff Penzer: Well, I don’t know if all this is necessary--
The music fades as Ashlyn and Peaches exchange words… but out of nowhere, Ashlyn turns and shoves Dan Herrera, knocking him across both steel chairs which collapse to the floor.
Geoff Penzer: COME ON!
Peaches immediately shoves Ashlyn back-- and Ashlyn delivers a quick jab right to the jaw of her foe! Peaches is dazed, staggering back, but she blocks a second punch from Ashlyn and turns, throwing her at full-force into the steel steps! The steps come apart and Ashlyn tries to rise to her feet, but Peaches tackles her onto the base of the steps, immediately hammering down with rights and lefts to a roar from the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: Peaches has waited two months for this moment!
Ashlyn does her best to cover up, but Peaches lands solid shot after solid shot, many punches echoing throughout the Mohegan Sun. She forces Ashlyn upright and turns, throwing her into the side of the announce table! Peaches goes to stomp De Luca, but she’s grabbed from behind and Irish Whipped into the ring apron by a stirring Logan Alexander! As soon as Logan turns back to check on his partner, he’s blasted with a right hand from Dan Herrera that takes him off of his feet!
Geoff Penzer: Fists and bodies are flying in every direction!
Penzer hops over the barricade, standing in the front row for his own safety. Dan Herrera forces Logan to his feet, and Logan knocks him back with a European Uppercut! He goes for a second, but Herrera leans out of harm’s way! Logan tackles him and tries to drive Herrera all the way into the barricade, but Herrera pivots, sending Logan over the barricade and onto the concrete floor on the other side! Logan groggily gets up, but is met with another right hand from Herrera, stunning him! Herrera hops the barricade and unloads on Logan with stiff shots, backing him into the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: Dan and Logan are brawling into the masses! But Peaches and Ashlyn are right here in front of us-- they’re not done!
Peaches clears the announce table to a massive roar from the audience. She turns and lifts Ashlyn up-- but De Luca grabs a hold of Peaches’ wrist and rises up to nail a knee to the gut! Peaches falls to her knees and Ashlyn blasts her with a knee to the ribs… then the chest… and finally the jaw, knocking her back!
In the crowd, Logan has taken control, raking the eyes of Herrera as they reach the staircase! Logan nails a high boot, sending Herrera staggering back. He positions Herrera for what looks to be a DDT on the concrete floor!
Geoff Pener: Oh my God!
...but Herrera counters, lifting Alexander up as if for a Suplex-- before running toward the stairs and throwing Alexander forward, nailing a release Gourdbuster, sending Logan sternum-and-stomach first into the cement staircase! A deep roar surges throughout the audience and Logan slumps on the stairs before we pan back toward ringside, where Ashlyn De Luca pulls Peaches up onto the announce table!
Geoff Penzer: This is absolute chaos! Ashlyn De Luca has Peaches up on the table!
Ashlyn grabs both sides of Peaches’ head, spit flying from her mouth as she speaks to Peaches. Ashlyn bends her knees, looking for the Flyleaf-- but Peaches suddenly hoists De Luca onto her shoulders and drives her down with the Samoan Driver, forcing the commentary desk to collapse beneath them!
Geoff Penzer: PEACH DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!
Referees and medical staff seem to flood the ringside area-- some of them creating an opening in the barricade to get to Logan Alexander as Dan Herrera stumbles away from him.
Geoff Penzer: This is all the time we have! We’re running over-- but we’ll keep you updated on this situation! This has been Geoff Penzer, signing off for Flashpoint here… Jesus!
A sweeping shot moves past Logan Alexander, being helped off of the stairs by officials, past Dan Herrera, and to the collapsed commentary desk where Peaches groggily pulls herself to her feet and into the arms of the approaching Herrera, fading to black on De Luca as she lies motionless beneath the wreckage.
