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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:05:10 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:08:32 GMT -5
"Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?" The beat of "Can you feel it?" kicks in, and the crowd bursts into cheers, knowing who is about to arrive. The funky beat quickly spreads through the arena, and the crowd begins stomping and clapping along as the song begins. The lights in the arena dim, with pink and gold spotlights swirling around the arena.
"If you look around
The whole world is coming together now...baby...""Can You Feel It?"
"Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?!" The crowd is getting heavily into the song, and as the Jacksons sing the title of the song, the lights in the arena bump brighter and brighter.
Feel it in the air, the wind is taking it everywhere..."Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?!" On the third one, A spotlight and the camera focuses in on the emerging figure of Fujiko Mine, who stands at one of the crowd entrances. Fujiko keeps her movements a bit reserved, but it is clear she is enjoying the music as the crowd is. She begins to make her way down the steps, dancing and bobbing down the steps until she reaches the arena floor. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...Fujiko Mine! After maneuvering through a cleared aisle in the crowd, Fujiko reaches the ringside area, and follows it up with a graceful handspring onto and over the guardrail. She quickly runs up the steps, then hops onto the top turnbuckle. A single spotlight converges on the woman known as the Apex Goddess. She hooks herself up on top, and as the title of the song comes around, she throws her hands up, fingers outstretched each time. "Now, tell me...""Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?!"
Fujiko comes down off the turnbuckle, and is handed a microphone by Aldridge. There is a brief “Fujiko” chant that waves through the crowd as she lightly tours the ring. After a few moments of orienting herself, she raises the microphone up. Fujiko Mine: Tonight...Piper Lennon and Fujiko Mine will go at it, with an opportunity to advance in the Frontier Lions Cup on the line. There is a mixed reaction as she says this. Fujiko Mine: And while certain people want to see me fail, and others want me to be distracted...I am fully focused on Piper. She nods quickly. Fujiko Mine: I don’t have any interest in talking about me no longer being the Pride champion. I’ve grieved, and I have to move on. Some of the crowd boos this. Fujiko Mine: I have no interest in talking about morons who delight in my misfortune because they are salty that they talked a big game and were unable to defeat me themselves. She shrugs, a coy look on her face. Fujiko Mine: I have no interest in anything other than advancing in the Frontier Lions cup. Because that is the next step in my career. She scans the crowd for a moment. Fujiko Mine: I’ve started from the bottom, from losing my very first match to Mia Scott… A wry smile crosses her face. Fujiko Mine: To winning the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship, to twice leading the Pride division, and winning the Dynamic Duos tournament...there are only a few things left to cross off my little list. She reaches into her top and pulls out a paper. She goes to open it, only for it to It fall open all the way to the mat and roll out at her feet. She scans it for a second, and then makes an awkward face. Fujiko Mine: Sorry. That’s my list of food for dinner. She looks around, biting at her lip in discomfort before shaking it off and pulling out another piece of paper. Fujiko Mine: Anyway. Simple. I’m going to beat Piper Lennon tonight. I’m going to advance. And then I’m going to advance again. And again...until I am the winner of the Frontier Lions cup. And then… Her eyes lower just slightly. Fujiko Mine: I am going to face the World champion of Vertigo or the International champion of Flashpoint. It won’t matter, but that championship will be mine. The crowd cheers as Fujiko grins. Fujiko Mine: At the beginning of the year, I said it was the year of Fujiko. That was wrong. It’s the age of The Apex Goddess. The Blissbringer’s age. The amount of time that I will be without an FGA championship won’t be long, don’t you all worry. Fujiko grins widely. Fujiko Mine: But tonight...tonight. Piper Lennon, you are not getting the photo you want of the Apex Goddess. You are getting your hopes dashed as your trip through the FLC comes to an end. I’m not letting the past set me up for failure. I am going to continue to thrive, all the way to the top of Frontier Grappling Arts. That is the will of the goddess… And my will be done. “Can You Feel It?” plays again, and Fujiko tosses the microphone back to the J.A. before exiting the ring and slapping hands of some fans on her way backstage... |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:08:48 GMT -5
Outside Quicken Loans Arena, a car pulls into the parking lot. Driving is Dana Wheeler. She circles the parking lot and sees a sign Reserved For Susan Kent. Dana pulls into the parking space which is close the arena entrance. Kendra steps out of the back and smiles.
Kendra Hollis: This is why we need to milk this new friendship of yours with Delikado. Look at this parking space.
Dana Wheeler: You think it’s really a good idea to take advantage of the guy?
Susan is about to step out of the car when Dana looks at her.
Dana Wheeler: Left.
Susan chuckles and moves the sling from her right arm to the left.
Susan Kent: Thanks.
The ladies walk the short distance to the entrance and enter the arena.
Trainers area.
Doctor: You're almost there Susan. But I suggest you pick your therapy up. The GM has been asking when you will be cleared to return.
Susan Kent: Once you clear me, doc.
Kendra Hollis: Maybe the old dude can help you.
Doctor: Old dude?
Susan Kent: She’s talking about Delikado.
Doctor: I see. Anyway, like I said, up your therapy and see what happens.
Susan, Dana, and Kendra exit the training area, they turn a corner and walk down the hall.
Kendra Hollis: Therapy, we know what kind of “therapy” Carter is giving you.
Susan laughs
Susan Kent: It’s doing my shoulder wonders.
Kendra and Dana roll their eyes and they enter Susan’s locker room.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:09:55 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup (Qualifying Round)
Savannah Taylor vs. Ashley Marie Chase "I Bring the Darkness (End of Days)" by Jim Johnston featuring Tommy Vext begins to play as the aisle way fills up with smoke. AMC rises up from the smoke in full face paint and is trying not to cough from all the smoke. ”Who do you think you are?
You’ve now gone much to far!” AMC steps through the smoke and looks around at the crowd she then slowly walks toward the ring basically strutting with a smirk as she fist bumps some of the fans ”I bring the darkness!
I am the thunder!
I come from HELL
And I’ll pull you under!” Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifier! Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California! Weighing in at 120 pounds… ASHLEY MARIE CHASE! AMC walk up the steps, taking a moment to wipe her feet on the apron before getting into the ring. AMC then drops to her knees in the middle of the ring and stretches out her arms and looks out toward the crowd. Geoff Penzer: Ashley Marie Chase and Savannah Taylor will have to do double duty tonight due to a schedule conflict that was caused several weeks back. Chase was livid after finding out she would have to wrestle twice in one night. Tonight, she gets to take out that frustration on the Las Vegas Siren. 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 her opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in at 120 pounds… 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: Speaking of people taking out their frustrations, the Las Vegas Siren took out her frustrations on Salem a few weeks back by costing Salem her number one contender’s match against James Edwards. The issues between these two run deep. It was several months back during the Rey del Aire tournament that Taylor defeated Salem by hooking the tights. These two have crossed paths since then. Most recently at Above & Beyond Six, where Salem walked out the new United States Champion. The match starts with Taylor looking to put away Chase as quickly as possible. She darts across the ring at Chase when Chase brings her down with a japanese arm drag. Another japanese arm drag returns the Las Vegas Siren to the mat. Chase then takes Taylor and whips her into the ropes. When Taylor returns, Chase throws out a clothesline. But Taylor ducks and continues to run the ropes. When she returns, she goes for a Lou Thesz Press. The crowd cheers when Chase catches her in mid air and counters with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex! ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Good counter there by Chase for a two count. Chase picks up Taylor, moves her into the corner and delivers knife edge chops. She then takes the two-time former US Champion and sends her into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Chase runs across the ring to follow up with an attack when Taylor runs out of the corner and flattens her with a yakuza kick! Boos follow as Taylor puts the boots to the AAA member. She then reaches down, picks up Chase, delivers an irish whip and follows her across the ring. As soon as Chase hits the ropes, Taylor clotheslines her over the top rope and to the floor! Geoff Penzer: A hard clothesline by Taylor sends Chase crashing to the floor! Taylor steps out onto the apron and begins waving up Chase. Once Chase gets back to her feet, Taylor knocks her down with an Asai Moonsault! The crowd boos as Chase lays sprawled out on the floor! Geoff Penzer: Taylor takes it to the air… and it pays off! Chase is down after an Asai Moonsault from the Las Vegas Siren! Taylor picks up Chase and rolls her back inside. She then rolls back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Taylor picks up Chase, moves her into the corner and applies a foot choke. The ref gives Taylor until the count of five to break the choke. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Taylor reluctantly breaks the choke. She then takes Chase and sends her into the far corner with an irish whip. Taylor runs across the ring to follow up with an attack when Chase knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. She then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes before knocking Taylor down with a flying clothesline! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor kicks out. Chase picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses, sending Chase into the far ropes. When Chase returns, Taylor sets up for a back body drop. The crowd cheers when Chase counters with a sunset flip. But Taylor is able to roll through it! The cheers turn to gasps when Taylor rolls back to her feet and tries to apply the Stretch Muffler... Geoff Penzer: Taylor’s going for the Heartless Angel! We’ve seen the damage she’s done with that move before! … but Chase uses her free leg to kick Taylor off of her! Once Chase gets back to her feet, Taylor marches over to attack when Chase cuts her off with a boot to the midsection. She then knocks Taylor back with repeated kicks to the chest. She follows up with a standing dropkick, which knocks Taylor through the ropes and to the apron. As Taylor pulls herself up onto the apron, Chase runs over towards the ropes and connects with a springboard roundhouse kick, knocking Taylor off the apron and to the floor! Chase steps out onto the apron and looks down at Taylor before turning her attention to the crowd. She nods before turning to climb the turnbuckles… Geoff Penzer: Now Chase is looking to take it to the air... Once Chase reaches the top, she crouches down and waits for Taylor. When Taylor returns to her feet, Chase stands up, backflips off and knocks her down with a moonsault! The crowd explodes with cheers! Geoff Penzer: Chase lays out Taylor with a moonsault of her own! This time, from the top turnbuckle! Chase picks up Taylor and rolls her back inside. She then rolls back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor kicks out. Chase picks up Taylor and hoists her up for a powerbomb. As soon as Taylor if lifted up onto Chase’s shoulders, she nails Chase with repeated punches to the face. After slipping down in front of Chase, Taylor throws out a roundhouse kick. But Chase swats it away. She then steps back before throwing out the Kick of Doom (Superkick). But Taylor catches her foot. The crowd boos as Taylor taunts Chase. She then swings the leg away from her, grabs Chase from behind and drives her down with Blonde Ambition (Forward Russian Legsweep)! The boos continue as she pulls Chase over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets the shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Chase is driven face-first into the canvas! But it only gets two. Taylor picks up Chase and goes for a brainbuster, but Chase blocks the move. The Las Vegas Siren tries to muscle Chase up for another brainbuster. But again, Chase blocks. This time, by dropping down to a knee. So Taylor lets go, steps back and then flattens Chase with a Shining Wizard! The boos continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO . . Chase gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Chase, puts her in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog when Chase shoves her off, sending her crashing into the corner. As Taylor turns around, Chase runs in to attack. But Taylor turns her around with a boot to the face. As Chase staggers away from the corner, Taylor comes up from behind and slaps on a sleeper hold. Chase then leans forward, lifting Taylor up onto her back. The crowd cheers when Chase counters with the Gucci Drop (Backpack Stunner)! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor gets her shoulder up. Chase picks up Taylor and whips her into the ropes. When Taylor returns, she goes for another Lou Thesz Press. This time, Chase turns, catches Taylor across her shoulders and counters with a Samoan Drop! She reaches back and hooks the near leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor turns over into a grounded crucifix for the pin… ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase slips out. After both grapplers return to their feet, the crowd boos when Taylor lays out Chase with the Ultimecia (Spinning Backfist)! She then turns away from Chase before delivering a standing moonsault! ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for the Las Vegas Siren! We’re seeing a lot of quick nearfalls in this one. Both grapplers know that Cassius Reed is waiting in the First Round later on tonight. They don’t want to expend too much energy in this Qualifier.. Taylor picks up Chase and tries for another brainbuster. But again, Chase blocks the move. So Taylor responds with multiple knee strikes to the midsection. She then grabs a hold of Chase before bringing her down with a bulldog. Taylor gets back to her feet and heads into the corner. The Las Vegas Siren begins to wave up Chase while Chase stirs on the mat. When Chase turns over on all fours, Taylor does the throat slash taunt with her thumb. She then runs out of the corner, jumps up and drives her down with a Curb Stomp! The boos continue as Taylor pulls up Chase, lifts her up and plants her with a brainbuster! Taylor turns over for a lateral press. Geoff Penzer: That might be it right there! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Chase gets her shoulder up. Taylor picks up Chase, pulls her into a front facelock and then plants her with a DDT. While Chase lays in the prone position, Taylor steps out onto the apron. She thn scales to the top rope, leaps off and crashes across Chase’s back with a Frog Splash! The boos continue as Taylor pushes Chase over onto her back before stepping out onto the apron. Taylor scales to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for another Frog Splash. This time, the crowd cheers when Taylor crashes down across Chase’s knees. Geoff Penzer: Chase got her knees up! She got the knees up just in time! While Taylor curls up in pain, Chase rolls out onto the apron. After pulling herself up using the ropes, she walks along the apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Once Taylor gets to her feet and turns around, Chase leaps off the top turnbuckle and knocks her down with a high crossbody block! Geoff Penzer: It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane… It’s a Chase! Chase hooks the leg for the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . Taylor gets her shoulder up. Chase picks up Taylor and goes for a running bulldog when Taylor shoves her off into the ropes. When Chase returns, Taylor doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before bringing her down with The Gamble (corkscrew neckbreaker)! Taylor does the throat slash taunt with her thumb again before heading out to the apron. Geoff Penzer: Taylor is looking to put this one away right here, ladies and gentlemen... Taylor scales the turnbuckles and then waits for Chase to get in position. Once Chase gets to her feet and turns around, Taylor stands up and then flips off for Dancing Mad (diving somersault huracanrana). The crowd gasps, then cheers when Chase counters with a powerbomb! She drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Taylor gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Chase nearly came away with th win right there! Chase picks up Taylor and goes for an irish whip. But Taylor reverses, sending Chase into the ropes. When Chase returns, she leaps across the ring and throws out a diving forearm smash. But Taylor drops to the mat, causing Chase to accidentally nail the ref in the face! Geoff Penzer: Oh no! The crowd murmurs while Chase immediately goes over and tends to the ref. Behind her, Taylor can be seen returning to her feet. Once Chase gets back to her feet and turns around, she turns into another Ultimecia! While Chase is dazed, Taylor turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Chase down with a running hip strike! The boos continue as Taylor pulls up Chase and then pulls her into a front facelock. The crowd boos as Taylor looks about ready to set up for the Siren’s Song (Scissored DDT). However, the boos turn to cheers as Salem races down the aisle. Geoff Penzer: That’s Salem! The United States Champion is racing down to the ring After the United States Champion rolls into the ring, she runs over, leaps up and clocks Taylor in the back of the head with the New Hampshire Handshake (leaping high velocity elbow strike)! The crowd explodes with cheers as Taylor crumbles to the mat. Geoff Penzer: Taylor is down! Taylor is down! Savannah Taylor has just been dropped with the New Hampshire Handshake! Salem hasn’t forgotten about getting screwed over by Savannah Taylor! Salem shouts down at Taylor before rolling out of the ring. The US Champion turns and makes her way up the aisle while Taylor remains down on the mat. Geoff Penzer: Taylor is out after getting dropped with the New Hampshire Handshake! There goes Ashley Marie Chase! She’s making her way over to Taylor! I don’t think she has a clue as to what just happened! The ref starts to come to as Chase pushes herself up on all fours. She then crawls over and makes the cover on Taylor. The ref turns over and sees Taylor being covered, so he starts to count. ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “I Bring the Darkness (End of Days)” hits the speakers. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, ASHLEY MARIE CHASE! The cheers continue while the ref kneels down and raises Chase’s arm. Geoff Penzer: Ashley Marie Chase gets the victory here tonight! A big assist has to go to the United States Champion, Salem, who knocked Savannah Taylor right out with the New Hampshire Handshake! This was payback from a few weeks ago. It is clear that the issues between these two are far from over! With Salem and Taylor now out of the Frontier Lions Cup, are we looking at an inevitable showdown at Final Frontier? |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:10:23 GMT -5
RECORDED EARLIER TONIGHT With Cleveland still with sun in the sky you can see a black silverado pull into the parking area for the arena and of course the park job is a little bit crooked. But exiting from the vehicle isn’t a chofor but an agitated looking Seth Iser, dressed with his Saturday’s best with the suit for now. But he opens his back seat and pulls out the luggage there and he starts walking in with a stern expression. Spencer Burke ends up sprinting in just before Seth can get there. Spencer Burke: Seth, I figure I’d catch you here before you went to prepare as I think there are a pair of questions that deserve answering. Seth walks past him not hearing him at all as we see he has headphones in. Spencer lets out a sigh and pursues further this time tapping him on the shoulder and Seth just blinks momentarily before shooting him a glare pulling out the headphones. Spencer Burke: A moment for a couple of questions please. Seth Iser: Then don’t regret the answers you might get if I hate your questions. Iser shakes his head in disgust toward Spencer but objects no further as he relinquishes the hold on his luggage and crosses his arms. Spencer Burke: You had mentioned on Twitter that you had other business not involving Dom Harter. I wanted to inquire what that was. Seth Iser: Think about who I beat to move on to face Harter for a minute, Spencer and the business becomes pretty obvious. There is a beat when Spencer turns his head briefly as he remembers in full. Spencer Burke: You beat now new Pride Champion Izzy Anders. Seth Iser: Exactly. I’m here early to make a case to Jenevieve Geroux, the general manager, about a vacancy our Pride champion has not wrestling on Night 2 of Final Frontier. Now I plan on competing on Night 1 as well and winning the tournament of course...but I’m far more ambitious than most of this city of Cleveland and I’d figure I’d go to her and make a direct case because I think that would mean more than passive aggressively tweeting about it or texting her. The case is pretty simple...I hold a victory over her and she’s now the champion. That means for me...I’m first to the pay window. Spencer Burke: She certainly wasn’t happy with how you won and even threatened your manager… Iser eyeballs Spencer with a look that could make most anyone drop dead and the vein in his forehead is apparent. Seth Iser: Professional. What does that word mean to you? Spencer Burke: We-- Seth Iser: In this context of professional wrestling it means conforming to the technical and ethical standards of what wrestling is. And we have a code. If she has a problem with it...she’ll jump at the challenge and take it out on me and not someone who hasn’t wrestled. She can’t be any less professional than the last person who held it...but that’s neither here or there. That’s the other piece of business out of the way. Now… Spencer Burke: The main reason why you’re here...tonight you’re going one on one with Dom Harter. Seth Iser: Yes… Spencer Burke: The man who seems to be the overwhelming favorite in that ma--- Seth Iser: We are not doing this today, boy. Iser balls up his fist in an intimidating gesture and that makes the interviewer back up for a moment. Seth Iser: Let’s bottom line this Spencer...I’ll be fast because I’ve talked for weeks about it and I’m not in much of a mood to talk about it rather than execute it. Like I said before...he’s in this company’s Hall of Fame, even if everyone in the damn world doesn’t like him it seems. He’s accomplished every big thing except win the FLC. It’s the missing piece to create his ultimate holy grail. He’s chasing that last part of his FGA legacy tonight and he wants to prove he hits harder than anyone. Iser then pauses for a moment and the devious smirk creeps onto his face. Seth Iser: I can hit harder too...but there’s an old saying. Never work harder when you can work smarter. In being smarter you find a different way to hit harder. Dom Harter isn’t an idiot, hell behind the f*ck boy things is the mind of a devious genius with what he’s orchestrated. But I’m Wrestling’s Greatest Mind for a reason. And the sport is never just physical...it’s mental. And as great as Dom Harter is...tonight he’s going to be analyzed and beaten by the greatest mind in the sport...yours truly. And I get to close out the year of 2018 and kick off my seventeenth year in the sport with my biggest FGA victory in the company and eventually both the FLC in my possession and the Pride Title that I should’ve won months ago. Now if you’ll excuse me… And with that brief discussion Seth puts his headphones back in and carries his luggage into the building to try to make his plans a reality and Spencer just stares out toward him as we go to black. |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:11:14 GMT -5
Singles Match
Delikado vs. Tully Barnes As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from Bitter End, Tennessee! Weighing in at 240 pounds… TULLY BARNES! Now inside the ring, they cross paths and perch up on the ropes on the opposite of the ring, one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, taunting the fans as Barnes awaits his opponent. Kris Cruise: We’re back, Stephy! This time, for some Vertigo action as Tully Barnes looks to do what his partner Nate Bristow couldn’t do recently and that’s defeat Delikado. Stephy Auger: I still can’t wrap my mind around what happened during Delikado’s debut match. It was like the Delikado we saw before the match and the Delikado we saw during the match were two different people. It was like as soon as he got into that ring, something came over him. Kris Cruise: The ring is a magical place, Stephy. Stephy Auger: Not that magical! The man was being wheeled down to the ring, Cruise. Wheeled down to the ring! Then all of a sudden, he’s flipping and flying all over the place. Something smells here, Cruise, and I’m not just talking about this dump called Cleveland! “Rock You Like A Hurricane” echoes throughout the arena. All eyes turn to the entrance, where an utterly catatonic Delikado is rolled out in a wheelchair by his managers/caretakers Sofia Monzón and Ewan Jakeway. Though he’s cheered by fans, many look upon the greyed, motionless Cuban in equal bewilderment as he is rolled down to ringside wrapped in a comfy Cuban flag blanket by an equally emotionless Sofia and Jakeway. J.A. Aldridge: And now, his opponent… from Pinar del Rio, Cuba! Weighing in at 169 pounds… DELIKADO! As they approach the ring, Sofia stops the wheelchair, takes a deep inhale, and exhales as she nods to Jakeway. Together Delikado’s caretakers promptly and unceremoniously hoist the wheelchair up, still carrying their practical corpse client, and dump him through the ropes into the ring, well, like trash. Flopping not unlike a fish before coming to a stop, Delikado lays face down for several moments… … …. ….RIP? No! Life becomes apparent! It’s as if he’s seemingly activated by the “magic” of the squared circle. It starts with a finger twitch or two, maybe a leg spasm or old man fart, but finally the centenarian-looking Mister Cuban springs to life and rises to his feet with the nimbleness of a cat. The crowd cheers as Delikado stretches out his joints and prepares to do battle, all with a cocky smile across his wrinkly face. Kris Cruise: Delikado once again looks to be in good condition as soon as he crosses into that squared circle. Perhaps deli shares a special connection with the ring. Speaking of connections, were we seeing the start of an alliance between Delikado and the injured Susan Kent a few weeks back? The bell sounds as Barnes runs across the ring and throws out a clothesline, but Delikado ducks. When Barnes turns around, the crowd cheers when he turns into a series of chops from Delikado. Deli then takes Barnes and goes for an irish whip. But Barnes reverses, sending The Cuban Warrior into the ropes. When Deli returns, Barnes goes for a hip toss. But Delikado blocks it. Barnes tries to muscle him up for another hip toss. But again, Delikado blocks it. After punching Barnes in the midsection, Delikado drapes his leg across the back of Barnes’ neck and performs a backflip. Once Delikado lands on his feet, he follows up with a dropkick. Another dropkick knocks Barnes back to the mat. He then takes Barnes and whips him into the ropes. When Barnes returns, Delikado brings him down with a hurricanrana. Instead of getting off Barnes, Delikado sits on top of him before playfully slapping him in the face. Kris Cruise: Talk about adding insult to injury! Stephy Auger: No man likes getting slapped in the face! Except for you. I hear that’s your thing. Silk & Cyanide told me. Kris Cruise: … wait, what? Delikado picks up Barnes, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. He goes to follow up with an irish whip. But Barnes reverses, sending Deli into the far corner. Barnes runs across the ring to follow up with an attack when Delikado knocks him back with a back elbow. After shaking off the blow, Barnes runs back into the corner. This time, Deli knocks him back with a boot to the face. The cheers continue as Delikado comes out of the corner and executes a running hurricanrana! As Barnes gets back to his feet, Delikado rushes over and throws out I’ve Got This [And So Does Everyone Else] (superkick). But Barnes catches his foot! He then swings the leg away from him, grabs Delikado from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Delikado rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet. He then leaps up onto Barnes’ shoulders from behind, spins around, flips back and spikes Barnes with a Frankensteiner! The cheers continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Barnes gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Delikado spikes Barnes right on his head with a Frankensteiner. But it only gets two. Delikado picks up Barnes and whips him into the ropes. When Barnes returns, Delikado leans forward to set up a back body drop. So Barnes stops, grabs him by the hair and counters with a reverse mat slam! While Delikado tries to pick himself up off the mat, Barnes turns and runs back into the ropes. When Barnes returns, he executes a sunset flip. But Delikado rolls through it and counters with a dropkick to the face! He follows up with an elbow drop before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Barnes gets his shoulder up. Delikado picks up Barnes and sets him up for a belly to belly suplex. But Barnes counters with a bell clap to the ears. The boos continue as he turns and heads into the ropes. When Barnes returns, Delikado nails him with a superkick before bringing him down with a belly to belly suplex! While Barnes is down on the mat, Delikado delivers the Di-sextion (leg drop to opponent’s head, followed by their chest and then their legs)! He then steps out onto the apron before delivering a springboard body splash! While Barnes is curled up, Deli steps out to another part of the apron. Once Barnes returns to his feet, the crowd cheers when Delikado plants him with the Last Call to Cuba (Springboard 720 DDT)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers when “Rock You Like a Hurricane (2011 Comeback Version)” hits the speakers. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout… DELIKADO! The cheers continue as Delikado gets his arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Delikado is two for two in FGA thus far as he picks up his latest win over the other half of Bristow & Barnes. Deli has looked good thus far. But as you know, Stephy, it only gets tougher from here on out. We’ll keep an eye on the Cuban Warrior and his latest shenanigans here on Vertigo in 2019 Stephy Auger: ...provided he doesn’t get moved in the Draft. Kris Cruise: Good point. The draft is coming up at the top of the new year. Who is staying? Who is going? I cannot wait to find out! We’ll have more information on the draft coming up at Final Frontier. We’ve got plenty of actions till to come here at Winter Frontier. But right now, let’s send it to Jessie Pederson. Jessie... |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:11:42 GMT -5
Our camera opens up on the broad smile of Jessie Pederson, standing in what appears to be a sky suite in the Quicken Loans arena. A few fans peek in through the window in the background, waving and hollering for the camera. Pederson laughs a bit, allowing the fans to get their few seconds of fame before she speaks.
Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, welcome my guest-- the former FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… Sadie San Francisco.
We pan out a bit as Sadie moves into frame, earning another pop from the live audience. Arms folded and decked in a “CAMP SADIE” hoodie, we can see from the Grappler’s trunks that she’s already dressed to compete.
Sadie San Francisco: Sup, Jessie.
Jessie Pederson: Sadie-- we haven’t heard much from you since your return to FGA back in the fall. We knew you had a vendetta when it came to Jaelynn Ramsey… something that you told me was unfinished business from Steel Warfare, and you--
Sadie San Francisco: Handled it.
Sadie finishes the sentence, giving Jessie a small smirk and Jessie nods, smiling faintly.
Jessie Pederson: You did. And ever since then, it seems like your focus has been back on recapturing that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Am I right in saying that?
Sadie ponders this for a moment and raises a brow.
Sadie San Francisco: When I was gone, I realized I wanted a lot of things. One of those things... I can do something about tonight, and that’s beat Tyler Storm and bring myself a step closer to winning the Frontier Lion’s Cup. And a step closer to winning the FGA World Title. I plan to do that. I wanna be as transparent about that as possible. Tyler Storm is not my friend. I don’t know him, and we don’t owe each other anything once that bell rings. I’ve seen enough of him to know what he’s capable of, and what could happen if I slip. So I’ll do whatever I have to in order to get past him. To advance. To get closer.
Sadie pauses, looking away for a moment, before continuing.
Sadie San Francisco: But, Jessie, when I was gone, I also realized… Stephy Auger wasn’t completely wrong, calling me ‘selfish.’ Because selfishly, I want my Mid-Atlantic Legacy Title back. I want to have the reign I deserved to have-- that I fought for. And I dunno if that falls on deaf ears or not, but… I know one one person that should take that really seriously. And he knows who he is.
Jessie Pederson: So, I can only assume you’re talking abou…
Jessie trails off as Sadie’s posture changes, eyes drifting past the interviewer, toward the door of the sky suite. Our camera pans around and the fans boo as the self professed “King” and Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Marlon Cure, walks into the frame. One could just feel the arrogance oozing off of Cure, with the sunglasses, the black gold crown tilted atop his head and cigar clamped between his teeth as he offers Sadie a smirk.
Marlon Cure: Oh, don’t stop on my account, Sadie. Please, do continue popping off with that good good. You were saying something about finally getting the reign you deserve, right? About how I need to keep my eyes and ears open because you tryna come up once again at my expense, right?
Cure snickers softly.
Marlon Cure: Y’all funny to me, Say.
He places his free hand on the faceplate of the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship as he speaks.
Marlon Cure: I said on Vertigo with all the confidence in the world that I’m greedy cause I want more, but I’ma do my damnedest to make this title THEE title. Why? ‘Cause I got it like that. And because truth be told, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Title needs a Marlon Cure, and been needing one for a minute. I mean, look at my competition for the best to hold it. There’s Izzy, but she’s a glitch in the matrix. I’ll get there in due time, though.
Marlon gestures to Sadie, who raises a brow, eyes locked on the champion since he began speaking.
Marlon Cure: There’s you. You not quite me, but you kinda alright. What happened to your reign? You got got by somebody who’s run at the top was shorter than leprechauns. Jessie, what did Jae do as champion again? Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
Cure turns to Jessie Pederson, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights at being put on the spot like this. True to his word, Cure DOES wait as he looks at her expectantly.
Jessie Pederson: I… um… she…
Jessie is cut off as Cure waves a hand dismissively.
Marlon Cure: Did not a damn thing worth mentioning, right right? The definition of a “Came and Went”, “Cup of Coffee” reign.
Cure pauses, then looks thoughtful.
Marlon Cure: Actually, there’s been a few of those. Hell, Harter pump and dumped the title probably so he could get his Grand Slam certs in. There’s Lowri, who had the honor and privilege of having The God dead her reign. A loss there ain’t any shame in taking from truly yours. Then there’s lil bit, Annie Z. She wants to talk that big girl sh*t on twitter because her feelings got hurt by truly yours and tries to flex her pitiful ass title reigns… despite me having as many successful defenses as her in 1 less reign and half the run time. So she trash, plain and simple.
Cure shakes his head.
Marlon Cure: I got off track. My point tho? This belt needs somebody that’ll take it from highlight to outshining everybody while we illuminate the whole show, and you looking at the only one capable. I didn’t thump my chest and say I deserved this like you doing right now, putting on for the cameras. I didn’t say I earned it when everybody knows goddamn well I did that sh*t.
Cure holds up the title, looking right into Sadie’s eyes.
Marlon Cure: I took it, simple and plain. And I plan on running with it for a long ass time.
Sadie nods a little, looking over to the title hanging inches away from her face before turning back to the champion.
Sadie San Francisco: Guess it’s a good thing that hasn’t been on the line over these last few shows then, right?
The comment earns a pop from pockets of the audience, but Sadie doesn’t appear to be attempting to humor her rival, or the crowd.
Sadie San Francisco: Look. I don’t have bullet points, or some long speech ready for you. I’m glad you opened up there. Glad you got all that off your chest. Definitely, uh… some compelling opinions about past champions and who’s who, but…
Sadie shrugs a little, eyeing the belt once, gaze lingering on it this time.
Sadie San Francisco: ...I already know you’re good. I know you plan on holding onto that. I know what you’re capable of-- and what you and that title could do for each other. For this place. You don’t have to convince me of any of that.
Cure looks at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he follows her gaze.
Marlon Cure: I don’t, no. But when you’re eyeing what’s mine as hard as you are right now, plotting on tryna come up at my expense? It calls for a reminder of just who it is you’re THINKING about stepping to in order to get to this title.
He clutches the title a little harder for emphasis and Sadie narrows her eyes, looking directly at the champion.
Marlon Cure: I got a chip on my shoulder for a reason, Say. You might wanna be easy and think about that next course of action. I’ve deaded people’s entire careers for thinking the same lines that are running through your mind right now.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah?
A pause. Cure backs off, the arrogant smirk slowly returning to his face.
Marlon Cure: Just some friendly thoughts for the mind.
Adjusting the title on his shoulder once more, he turns and walks away, leaving Sadie to look after him as our camera pans in, closing in on the former champion and the interviewer. Before Jessie can utter a word, Sadie speaks up.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m not naive enough to take my eye off someone like Tyler Storm, Jessie… but just remember everything he said tonight. We’re gonna come back to this.
Sadie’s eyes rest on the door where Marlon departed and she huffs a bit, exhaling loudly before turning to look at Jessie Pederson.
Sadie San Francisco: Got a job tonight though.
She smiles faintly before she walks off, possibly in the same exact direction as Marlon Cure. We fade to black on Jessie Pederson in the sky suite.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:12:09 GMT -5
We find Shintaro Majima sitting on a bench in his locker room, his face an image of focus and intensity as every fibre of his being is concentrated on his participation in the Frontier Lions Cup and everything that will put him through this evening.
Shintaro Majima: I would be a liar if I said I was unaware that far too many people assume that I cannot get the big win. Those jibes have followed me from Lion’s Den to 3GW, and once an impression is formed it takes a huge effort in order to change it. I may have tasted success, I may have earned my place tonight, yet all people will say is that it is a matter of time before I fall.
Hidden deep within the stony face is the merest hint of a smirk
Shintaro Majima: I guess I know what I have to do in order to destroy that impression: destroy every opponent in my way this evening, and when that happens we shall see that opinion change before our eyes.
The second Majima pauses for breath he’s interrupted by a slap on the back as his personal space is invaded
Mark Bisley: And when you do that, the pair of us will be right back on track to do what we said we were going to do from the day we got here: save Frontier Grappling Arts one title at a time, and what a title to do it with, right ShiMa?
Slowly turning his head towards his partner, Majima’s face is a mix of mild irritation for having his partner interrupt combined with a subtle hint of bemusement at Bisley deciding this was the right time to bring that up
Mark Bisley: So what are you thinking, lay waste to Brian Stryker in short order and let everyone else tire themselves out before picking them off?
The moment’s deathly silence as Majima look at his partner before he responds says it all
Shintaro Majima: I am thinking that treating my opponents lightly is not a wise idea, as they have qualified for this stage of the tournament for a reason.
Bisley is about to respond, but then remembers the slight problem with the current stage of the tournament – namely how he isn’t in it…
Shintaro Majima: I am aware that tonight will push me to my very limits, as I am no machine. To be blunt the thought of wrestling so many matches in such a short time fills me with dread as I know my greatest opponent will be my own body, as it does not matter how many times I can strike when my body knows how many strikes it can withstand. So tonight I have to be more intelligent in my approach, know when I should attack and when I should defend, because if I wrestle the way I approach all other matches my own body will defeat me long before any opponent does.
After taking a split second to check if his partner’s going to interject once again, Majima continues
Shintaro Majima: One thing will not defeat me, though: the presumptions of those who think they know better. Tonight is the night where I prove those thoughts to be nothing more than ill-founded opinion, and while I know it will be a punishing evening for myself, I shall prove that I am capable of meeting the task head-on. Nothing more needs to be said, and for those who think that is the case, they shall find themselves proven wrong tonight.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:13:37 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup (First Round)
Tyler Storm vs. Sadie San Francisco The lights in the arena fade to a rose color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system and a roar surges through the audience. Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a brow raised, and a small smirk on her face, expression hidden behind tinted aviators. She walks down the ramp. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a first round match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from The West Side! Weighing in at 128 pounds! She is “The Pope”, SADIE SAN FRANCISCO Sadie places a hand on the bottom rope before turning, looking over her shoulder toward the audience. With one finger, she lowers her sunglasses for just a moment to wink out at the audience before pushing them back into place and swiftly pulling herself into the ring beneath the bottom rope and right back up to her feet. Sadie calmly removes her sunglasses, handing them off to the referee, and slowly paces the ring a bit as she readies herself. Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco is ready to go for her First Round matchup here in the Frontier Lions Cup. But she’s also ready to get back that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, Stephy. Stephy Auger: First off, it felt SOOOO GOOOD to hear Selfish San Francisco tell the world that I was right about her all along! Second, she can want that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship back all she wants. But she deserves nothing. Marlon Cure is the King of that division and he isn’t about to give up his crown for anyone, especially Selfish San Fran. Kris Cruise: Well, Sadie did defeat Marlon Cure in the Qualifying Round. That has to count for something, right? Stephy Auger: Sadie should be focused on her actual opponent here tonight instead of a title match that may or may not happen. The lights begin to slow fade out to the opening tunes of "Eye of the Tiger" before flashing quickly back on once the rifts of the guitar begin playing, along with being met with flashes of blue and gold light on the stage. Once the song picks up into it's normal tune about 25 seconds in, Tyler Storm rushes out from behind the curtain to a positive pop, bobbing his head to the beat of the song and mouthing out to the fans. Once the lyrics start, Tyler begins making his way down the ramp, walking along the left for the first half of his trek to the ring and high-fiving fans or talking with them, and doing the same in the second half of his walk on the right side. Before long he reaches ringside and after interacting with a few more people at ringside, he works his way up the stairs onto the ring apron. He rubs his feet off for a few moments, then gripping onto the top rope he jumps up and slides his legs in between the top and middle ropes and into the ring. J.A. Aldridge: Introducing her opponent, from Tuscaloosa, Alabama! Weighing in at 215 pounds… TYLER STORM! The song goes on for a few more moments with Storm motioning out to the crowd for a reaction before rushing to one side of the ring just as the drawn out "Eye of the Tiger" lyric hits, landing his right foot on the bottom rope and his left on the middle rope with his arms spread out open with the audience cheering. He then hops back off the ropes and walks over to his corner as the music fades. Kris Cruise: Tyler Storm’s got a great opportunity on his hands here tonight, Stephy. He gave Fujiko Mine a hell of a fight a few months back over the Pride Championship. A few more wins under his belt and he could be challenging for the FGA World Championship. Not a bad way to walk back into a company, wouldn’t you say? Stephy Auger: Hold your horses, Cruise. Storm has got a long ways to go before reaching the Finals. The bell sounds as Storm and Sadie circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Storm uses his strength advantage to move Sadie across the ring and press her up against the ropes. The ref scurries over and gives them to the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers make the clean break. Storm backs up towards the center of the ring, allowing Sadie some breathing room. The Pope then makes her way off the ropes, heads over and locks up with Storm once more. After jockeying for position, Sadie gains the advantage with a side headlock. She begins wrenching the hold. The ref asks Storm if he wants to give up, but he refuses. He then tries to shove Sadie off of him. But Sadie stays locked on him. He then moves Sadie into the near ropes, grabs a hold of her and then runs forward before trying to shove her off. But Sadie counters by dropping down to a knee while keeping the side headlock applied. Sadie begins cranking away on the hold. The ref gets down and asks Storm if he wants to give up. But again, Storm refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, Storm grabs Sadie and throws her down with a Backdrop Driver! Kris Cruise: That’s one way to get out of a headlock! He’s going for the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Sadie and knocks her back into the corner with multiple knife edge chops. Storm continues to unload on Sadie with chops before whipping her into the far corner. He then runs across the ring and throws out a European Uppercut when Sadie slips out of the way. When Storm turns around, Sadie returns the favor with knife edge chops to the chest. She then doubles him over with a knife edge chop to the throat. The Pope lifts Storm’s head back up before whacking him with knife edge chops across the face! She then takes Storm and whips him back into the previous corner with an irish whip. The Pope runs across the ring to attack when Storm darts from out of the corner and knocks her off her feet with a spinning heel kick! The cheers continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Sadie and whips her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Storm throws out a Spinning Forearm. But The Pope ducks. When Storm turns around, Sadie nails him with repeated left-arm forearm strikes to the face. While Storm is dazed, Sadie turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers when Storm knocks her down with a jumping knee strike! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Tyler Storm continues to get the better of Sadie San Francisco thus far. Stephy Auger: Yeah, because she’s too busy thinking about that Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Her focus is clearly elsewhere. Storm picks up Sadie and pulls her into the corner. After stepping up onto the middle ropes, he places Sadie in a front facelock to set up a Tornado DDT. But before Storm can deliver the move, Sadie blocks it by wrapping her right arm around the top rope. The ref then gives Storm until the count of five to let go. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Storm lets go. He then hops down and delivers clubbing strikes across the back of the neck until Sadie lets go of the ropes. He then pulls The Pope away from the ropes to set up another Backdrop Driver. Before Storm can deliver the move, Sadie counters with multiple elbows across the back of the neck. She then lifts Storm’s head up before knocking him back with more left arm forearm strikes to the face. The Pope then takes Storm, delivers an irish whip and closely follows him. As soon as Storm hits the ropes, the crowd cheers when Sadie returns the favor with a running high knee of her own! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm kicks out. Kris Cruise: The Pope gave Storm a taste of his own medicine there with that knee. But it only gets two. Sadie picks up Storm and applies another wrenching side headlock. This time, Storm is able to shove her off of him and into the ropes. When Sadie returns, she brings him down with a cross-legged hurricanrana into a Triangle Choke! The crowd cheers as The Pope cinches in the hold. But due to Storm’s positioning in the ring, he’s able to reach back with his right leg and get his foot on the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Sadie breaks the choke. She then picks up Storm, presses him against the ropes and rocks him with multiple left arm forearm strikes to the face. After a boot to the midsection, The Pope follows up with a kneeling jawbreaker, which knocks Storm through the ropes and to the floor. As Storm picks himself up on the outside, Sadie turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers as she leaps through the ropes and knocks Storm down with a suicide dive! Kris Cruise: Sadie takes out Storm on the outside with a suicide dive! Stephy Auger: Shame she didn’t crash into the guardrail... Sadie picks up Storm and rolls him back inside. She then slides back in to make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Sadie picks up Storm, wrenches his arm and then brings him down with a shoulder jawbreaker. The Pope heads into the ropes, comes back and delivers a jumping knee drop. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Sadie picks up Storm and doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. After multiple left arm clubbing strikes across the back of the neck, The Pope turns and heads into the ropes. When she comes back, she leaps up for a Fameasser. But Storm slips out of the way. Once Sadie lands on her feet, the crowd cheers when Storm counters with a Blue Thunder Bomb! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: What a counter there by Storm. Storm picks up Sadie, delivers a knife edge chop, hits a European Uppercut and then nails her with a Spinning Forearm, knocking Sadie back into the ropes. When Sadie bounces off the ropes, Storm knocks her down with a yakuza kick! He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Sadie and doubles her over with a boot to the midsection. He then steps back into the ropes. When Storm returns, he knocks Sadie down with a Scissors Kick. He pulls Sadie back up, only to bring her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Storm. Storm pulls Sadie back up before running into the ropes. When Storm returns, he throws out a Bicycle Kick. But Sadie slips out of the way. When Storm lands on his feet, the crowd cheers when Sadie hooks his arms from behind. Kris Cruise: Sadie’s going for Vanity! Sadie slowly turns and is about to deliver Vanity (Unprettier). But Storm slips out and shoves her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, the crowd cheers when Storm lifts her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster! He then rolls across Sadie and hooks the near leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Sadie gets her shoulder up. Storm picks up Sadie. He lifts her up onto his shoulders for a Buckle Bomb. But before Storm can deliver the move, Sadie counters with left arm pointed elbows to the top of head. After slipping down in front of Storm, Sadie brings him down with the Downward Spiral! He pushes Storm over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Storm gets his shoulder up. Sadie picks up Storm and goes for an irish whip. But Storm reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, she sees Storm setting up for a back body drop. So Sadie jumps up and counters with a Fameasser! Instead of going for the cover, Sadie applies a Camel Clutch. Kris Cruise: Sadie’s going to try and wear Storm down with the submission... The ref gets down and asks Storm if he wants to give up. When Storm refuses, The Pope pulls back on the hold. The ref continues to check in with Storm. He continues to refuse every chance he gets to quit. Sadie, meanwhile, continues to fight for the submission. Kris Cruise: Half of this capacity crowd is behind Sadie San Francisco. But the other half is trying to will Storm to get out of this submission hold. After refusing another opportunity to quit, Storm begin to fight back. He slowly begins to get back to his feet with Sadie still on his back. Once Storm gets back to a vertical base, he runs backwards and squashes The Pope against the turnbuckles! While Sadie tries to recover in the corner, Storm staggers away from the ropes and towards the center of the ring. When he turns around, he motions towards the corner. But Sadie runs out of the corner and cuts him off with the Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike)! The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Close call there for Storm. Sadie steps out onto the apron and begins to scale to the top turnbuckle. Once Storm gets to his feet and turns around, Sadie leaps off and drives him down with a diving knee drop! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off for Sadie! But it only gets her a two count. Sadie picks up Storm and goes for an irish whip. But Storm reverses, sending her into the corner. Storm runs over and lunges forward with a spear. But Sadie slips out of the way, causing Storm to collide with the ring post! Storm begins to slowly step away from the corner. When he turns around, Sadie kicks him in the midsection before bringing him down with a seated three quarter facelock jawbreaker! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Storm gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Sadie almost had him! Sadie picks up Storm and hits him with more left arm forearm strikes to the face. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When The Pope returns, she sees Storm run past her. So she stops. When Sadie turns around, the crowd cheers when Storm knocks her down with the Hardcastle Treatment (springboard roundhouse kick)! Storm pulls Sadie back up before lifting her up in the air. Once Storm’s got her in position, the crowd cheers when he brings her down with the Bite Wound (Crucifix Cutter)! The cheers continue as Storm pulls up Sadie before nailing her with the Hybrid Crackdown (Inverted Headlock into a Rolling Elbow)! While Sadie is doubled over, Storm screams out, “PREPARE TO…” The crowd responds with… “BARE WITNESS!” Storm lifts Sadie up onto his shoulders for the Eye of the Storm (Electric Chair Driver)! Before Storm can deliver the move, Sadie rains down left arm pointed elbow strike to the top of the head. After slipping down from behind, she turns and heads into the ropes. When The Pope comes back, the crowd cheers when she connects with a Palo Alto to the back of the head. Sadie then slowly pulls Storm back to his feet. After hooking his arms from behind, Sadie slowly turns and drops him with Vanity! The cheers continue as Sadie pushes Storm over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers as “Young Nation” blasts over the PA! J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… SADIE SAN FRANCISCO! The cheers continue as Sadie gets her arm raised in victory. Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco with another upset here in the Frontier Lions Cup! First, she knocks out Marlon Cure in the Qualifying Round. Then, she defeats Tyler Storm! The Pope has been on a roll, Stephy! Can she keep this up at Final Frontier? Stephy Auger: If there’s any justice in this world, she won’t! |
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:14:08 GMT -5
Our scene opens up, somewhat shaky at first, before the camera steadies and the image comes into focus, revealing the interior of an SUV. The scene was presumably recorded earlier in the day, evidenced by the orange tint caused by the sunset which creeps in past the pillars of the Quicken Loans’ Arena parking deck. One half of the World Tag Team Champions, Ashlyn De Luca, sits in the driver’s seat of the car, a thoughtful expression on her face, though the sight of her earns a mixed reaction from the Cleveland crowd.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about… accountability.
She inhales, shifting in the seat, looking out the window as she continues.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’ve been blaming Hadley Herrera for every shortcoming… every missed opportunity since I signed a contract with FGA. And I’ve been telling whoever listens why Hadley Herrera was such a bad General Manager. I’ve been telling people why nepotism has damaged the Flashpoint brand time and time again, and using that as a reason as to why I’m not sitting here with this on one shoulder…
She reaches into the passenger seat, pulling the FGA World Tag Team Title into frame, gazing at it for a moment before placing it back down, turning to look directly into the camera on her dash for the first time.
Ashlyn De Luca: ...and the International Heavyweight Championship on the other. And uh… you know…
She leans back in the seat and sighs, running a hand down her face as thoughts swirl through her head. She nods to herself a little and looks back toward the camera.
Ashlyn De Luca: ...you know… I accept responsibility for what’s happened. I signed a deal in FGA and immediately, I became a punching bag for Johnny Karma… I became a punching bag for the entire tag team division… and I thought in my naive head that if I showed some balls and fought back and became this great champion, things would change. I’d get some respect from my company. From my peers. Something.
A deep breath.
Ashlyn De Luca: But that’s not how it works, apparently.
A single scoff-- a bitter laugh-- escapes De Luca’s mouth and she shakes her head.
Ashlyn De Luca: Instead, my partner and I were… mocked, basically. On paper, yeah, we got an opportunity to win the Frontier Lion’s Cup-- but at the immediate expense of each other. Because of course. So, the Herreras pranced their happy asses to ringside, wait for us to beat the hell out of each other, and again mocked us-- mocked us... for wanting something bigger than just being limited to the tag team division, which we’ve consistently proven we dominate already. They-- the Polychromatic Herrera ass-sucking scumbags-- as a team, have legit failed to improve in an entire calendar year and they’re determined to drag us down with them and Hadley Herrera is determined to let it happen. So--
A sharp breath.
Ashlyn De Luca: So it’s time we cut the head off the snake.
This earns a mixed response, followed by curious chatter among those in the audience. Ashlyn looks out the window again, rubbing her eyes before she goes on.
Ashlyn De Luca: I don’t know how. But we will. And Hadley might suck at her job. Dan might be complacent. But Peaches… Peaches is the one out of the three of them that has actually grown and that I actually almost, ALMOST have respect for, but I just can’t bring myself to, because every other sentence that comes out of her mouth is moronic. She’s a fighter though. She dropped me on my head through a table after probs the most grueling match of my FGA career, and I don’t appreciate that, but I mean, I see where she’s coming from.
Ashlyn scoffs, laughing under her breath.
Ashlyn De Luca: When I catch her out there tonight, though? I’m gonna strangle that bitch.
Yet again, the response from the live audience watching the pre-recorded video is loud, but mixed.
Ashlyn De Luca: She has a good squad with her though. I know everyone and their auntie wants to square up in the parking lot with James Edwards, because he’s got a mouth, and he’s constantly using it wrong, but he’s good. He’s dangerous in the ring and I don’t need a lesson on what he’s capable of. I know Chandler doesn’t like him. I know Izzy doesn’t like him. I know Kol never liked his ass, so James is in for a rough night… but he’s squirrelly, man. He could take advantage of all that aggression on my corner of the ring.
Ashlyn shakes her head a bit.
Ashlyn De Luca: Cannot let that go down.
Ashlyn’s eyes light up a bit as she runs down the list of opponents in her head.
Ashlyn De Luca: And the World Champion, Jimmy Page. Alrighttttt. Some good company Peaches has there, huh? I mean-- dude’s resume speaks for itself. It’s his second time at the top of the mountain-- slightly below the Chaotics and possibly Chandler Scott, on said mountain, of course-- and he does pretty well for himself at the whole ‘random ragtag team’ thing, right? I saw Steel Warfare. Jimmy Page is a ring general when he wants to be. He could dictate the pace of this match if we let him.
A small smirk.
Ashlyn De Luca: Cannot. Let that. Go down.
She shrugs a little.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’m hoping for the Jimmy Page that gets worked up, gets all in his own head, gets frustrated, and risks throwing the whole match into chaos. That’s the [MUTE] I thrive in. That’s exactly the Jimmy Page I wanna bring out tonight. And I dunno if I can do it by myself, but I’m sure between Chandler Scott and Kol… the team can find a way. Only person that weirds me out on this team… is Izzy, hm? Like-- IS SHE really a team player? I mean, she just robbed her own tag team partner weeks ago in front of the world and then she almost walked out on us the moment this match got announced. Like, that’s a shaky relationship, my friends.
Ashlyn gives a small wink to the camera.
Ashlyn De Luca: And we’d all have every right to be worried under different circumstances. But luckily for us, De Lucz has the power, strength, and ability of two Grapplers. So if Izzy doesn’t feel like giving us absolutely everything she’s capable of, then… thank God we have me.
Ashlyn raises a finger, thinking for a moment before continuing.
Ashlyn De Luca: And I didn’t forget about Neal. And… paired with Lowri Moss, Neal Durden is a part of one of the best tag teams in this company. Neal’s legit got a good mind for this business. He’s scrappy. He’s a good wrestler… but in a ring filled with great wrestlers-- and Peaches. And that’s not a knock on Neal. We know Pendragon is great. We know Lowri is great. But Neal?
Ashlyn laughs a little under her breath, reaching over to the passenger seat, lifting her Tag Team Championship into frame for the second and final time.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’m representing the World Tag Team Champions. The original Tag Team Champions. I’m representing something that me, my partner, and our strongest rivals were so good at defending, you had to have someone make knockoffs for you.
Exhaling, Ashlyn drops the belt out of frame again and shakes her head a little.
Ashlyn De Luca: Tonight I’m gonna win alongside a team born out of necessity but… but after that, it’s back to business as usual. It’s back to cementing my legacy alongside Logan as the greatest team in this company-- and despite the setbacks, it’s about getting right back on the path toward the International Heavyweight Championship, no matter who’s at the end of that path. No matter what.
Ashlyn looks into the camera, silent for a moment, before she reaches up past the lens and kills the feed, sending the scene into black.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:15:15 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup (First Round)
Brian Stryker vs. Shintaro Majima As the opening of "There's A Storm Coming" filters through the PA system a combination of gold and reddish-orange lights flicker in the entranceway in sync with the keyboards - until the intro is interrupted by a combination of brooding synths and haunting, almost ethereal vocals that greet Shintaro Majima as he walks through the curtain into the arena, and without a second's hesitation he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Figu, Japan! Weighing in at 241 pounds! He is “The Strong Style Savior”, SHINTARO MAJIMA! As the opening of "There's A Storm Coming" filters through the PA system a combination of gold and reddish-orange lights flicker in the entranceway in sync with the keyboards - until the intro is interrupted by a combination of brooding synths and haunting, almost ethereal vocals that greet Shintaro Majima as he walks through the curtain into the arena, and without a second's hesitation he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring. Geoff Penzer: We’re back with another First Round match in the Frontier Lions Cup. This time, on the Flashpoint side of the bracket! Up first is Shintaro Majima, one half of the former World Tag Team Champions, Smart Style! Majima made a name for himself down in LDFC and then eventually in 3GW, where he became 15 Champion. He then had a strong showing last year in the Dynamic Duos Tag Team Tournament alongside Mark Bisley, before they fell to a team that would eventually become their heated rivals, The Chaotics. Smart Style were able to take the Tag Titles off of The Chaotics, only to lose them right back to them. The two teams clashed once more. This time, in a Best Two out of Three Falls Match, which The Chaotics won. That then brought us to the Frontier Lions Cup, where Majima finds himself in the First Round while Bisley was one and done in the Qualifiers. Bisley has been in support of his partner despite no longer being in this tournament. While “Smart” Mark is doing the not-so-smart think of underestimating Majima’s challenge tonight, Majima is well aware of the quality of opponent that is about to step through those curtains... "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. 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. Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Maui, Hawaii! Weighing in at 215 pounds… He is You're savor of the masses, the Man you all came to see! Welcome to The Brian Stryker Experience! Geoff Penzer: Brian Stryker had a setback in his loss to James Edwards back at Above & Beyond Six. But he has since rebounded and has advanced to the First Round of the Frontier Lions Cup. This time last year, Stryker had completed his famed “Quest to Four”. This time, The Brian Stryker Experience has a new quest: The Quest to the IHC. Can Stryker get one step closer to challenging for Flashpoint’s top title? Or will his quest end here tonight at the hands of The Strong Style Savior> The bell sounds as Stryker rushes over to attack Majima. But The Strong Style Savior is quick to take him off his feet with a Kawada Kick! Majima picks up Stryker, moves him into the corner and blasts him with a backhand chop. After being on the receiving end up another backhand chop, Stryker goes to return the favor with a knife edge chop. Majima responds by doubling him over with an open hand chop. He then whips Stryker into the far corner. Majima runs across the ring and throws out the Kao No Nai (corner yakuza kick). But Stryker catches his foot. Stryker then shoves him down to the mat. As Majima rolls back and gets up on a knee, Stryker runs from out of the corner and delivers a spiking hurricanrana! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Good follow up there by Stryker! Stryker picks up Majima and whips him into the ropes. When Majima returns, Stryker knocks him off his feet with a running dropkick! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Stryker with another quick nearfall! He’s staying on top of Majima! Stryker picks up Majima and sends him back into the ropes with an irish whip. When Majima returns, Stryker puts his arm around, swings around and locks on a sleeper hold. But before Stryker can get it on tight, Majima turns, lifts up Stryker and throws him down with the Kurifu (back suplex side slam)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Majima slipped out of that one and made him pay with that slam! Majima picks up Stryker and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Majima throws him down with a back body drop! The Strong Style Savior heads over, sits up Stryker and delivers a backhand chop across the back of the neck before knocking Stryker flat against the canvas with a soccer kick to the chest. After Stryker bounces off the apron and sits back up, Majima flattens him again with another soccer kick to the chest. Stryker bounces off the apron and gets back in a seated position once more. Majima then flattens him with a soccer kick to the face. He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker gets his shoulder up. Majima picks up Stryker, moves him into the corner and knocks him down into the corner with an open hand slap across the face. Majima reaches down, pulls up Stryker and sends him slumping back down in the corner with Mongolian Chops. The Strong Style Savior then turns and runs into the adjacent set of ropes. When Majima returns, he bashes Stryker across the face with the Noshinto (running knee to opponent seated in the corner)! He then drags Stryker from out of the corner before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker gets his shoulder up. Majima picks up Stryker and whips him into the corner. The Strong Style Savior runs over to attack when Stryker ducks and dumps him over the top rope. As soon as Majima lands safely on the apron, Stryker follows up with a Pelé Kick that knocks him off the apron and to the floor! Back in the ring, Stryker heads back over into the opposite corner. When Majima begins to pick himself up on the outside, Stryker runs across the ring, leaps up and knocks Majima down with a springboard Shooting Star Splash! Geoff Penzer: Stryker takes it to the air and flattens The Strong Style Savior! Stryker’s proving once again why he was the co-winner of last year’s Best High Flyer Award... Stryker picks up Majima and rolls him back inside. He then leaps up onto the apron before crashing on top of him with a springboard Phoenix Splash! He hooks the leg for the cover… ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Stryker picks up Majima, slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle, turns him around and follows up with a knife edge chop. He then grabs Majima by the arm, leads him out of the corner and knocks him down with the First Stryke (arm wrench/hook kick combo)! While Majima is sprawled out of the mat, Stryker runs into the ropes, comes back and executes a running Shooting Star Splash! He hooks the leg for the cover… ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Majima once again avoids the three count. But Stryker isn’t getting frustrated. The veteran, to his credit, has remained focused. Stryker picks up Majima and positions him for Stryke 2 (leg-hook Saito Suplex). But before he can deliver the move, Majima counters with elbows to the back of the head. He then grabs Stryker from behind and goes to throw him down with a release German Suplex. But Stryker is able to rotate in the air and land on his feet. When Majima turns over and gets back to a vertical base, Stryker runs over and throws himself at Majima with a crossbody block. But Majima catches him in mid air. The crowd gasps when he shifts Stryker up across his shoulder. Geoff Penzer: Majima’s going for the Kurimuzon Taki! If he hits this, forget about it! Majima’s about to deliver the Emerald Flowsion when Stryker starts to kick his legs. After slipping down from behind, Stryker grabs Majima from behind and throws him down with Stryke 2! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Stryker covers him again. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Stryker mounts himself on top of Majima and begins raining down right hands to the face. He then drags Majima into position before stepping out onto the apron. Stryker springboards to the top turnbuckle and flips off for a corkscrew moonsault. But Majima gets his knees up! Geoff Penzer: Majima countered! He got the knees up just in time! Stryker is in a bad way. He might have hurt his ribs when he crashed down hard across Majima’s knees. Stryker bounces off the knees before rolling across the ring. He remains curled up before reaching out towards the ropes. After Stryker slowly pulls himself up using the ropes, Majima grabs him from behind and throws him down with the GOJU50 (half and half suplex)! When Stryker slowly gets up on a knee, Majima runs over and flattens him with a Kawada Kick to the face! He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Stryker gets his shoulder up. Majima picks up Stryker and whips him into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Majima throws him down with the Uragaeshi (STO to running opponent)! The Strong Style Savior grabs Stryker by the wrist, pulls him up to the mat and delivers the Akuma-fu (repeated short-arm clotheslines). The last clothesline turns Stryker inside out! He then steps out onto the apron. Once Stryker turns over and gets up to his feet, Majima grabs the top rope with both hands. When Stryker turns around, Majima knocks him down with the Hakai Tsuchi (slingshot shoulderblock)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Stryker gets his shoulder up. Majima picks up Stryker. He sets up for a Uranage when Stryker counters with repeated elbows to the side of the head. He then turns and heads into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Majima turns him around with a roundhouse kick before following up with a bridging German Suplex! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Stryker gets his shoulder up. Majima picks up Stryker and pulls him into a standing headscissors. He’s about to lift Stryker up for a powerbomb, but Stryker counters with a standing single leg takedown. He goes to follow up with a single leg crab. But Majima uses his free leg to shove Stryker to the mat. When both grapplers return to their feet, Majima rocks Stryker with an open hand slap across the face. He then rears his arm back for the Kurimuzon Kasai (lariat). But before Majima can throw it out, Stryker leaps up and catches him in a flying guillotine choke. Stryker tries to cinch in the hold. But Majima is quick to run forward and squash him against the turnbuckles. He then takes Stryker and whips him across the ring. The Strong Style Savior runs over to attack when Stryker turns him around with a boot to the face. Stryker comes up from behind, grabs Majima and brings him down with the Freak Accident (pumphandle neckbreaker lift dropped into a cutter)! He picks Majima back up before sending him into the far corner with an irish whip. Stryker runs across the ring, catches Majima with a corner elbows and follows up with a CCS Enzuigiri! While Majima is dazed, Stryker turns Majima around, slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle, lifts him up and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Stryker grabs Majima before throwing him down with a Spider Suplex! Stryker sits back up before climbing up onto the top turnbuckle. He then turns around, flips off and crashes on top of Majima with the Air Stryke (Shooting Star Press)! NO! Majima rolls out of the way, causing Stryker to crash onto the canvas! The Strong Style Savior picks himself up before pulling Stryker off the canvas. He then hoists Stryker up before planting him with the Kurimuzon Jigoku (Sheer Drop Brainbuster)! Majima makes the cover... ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos when “There’s A Storm Coming” hits the speakers. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, SHINTARO MAJIMA! The cheers continue as Majima gets his arm raised in victory. Bisley can be seen in the distance stepping out through the curtain and giving The Strong Style Savior a slow golf clap. Geoff Penzer: Shintaro Majima advances! This tournament has been filled with upsets and here comes another! The Strong Style Savior has defeated Brian Stryker, earning himself a spot in the Quarterfinals! At this point, anything is possible for Majima going forward. He’s had his doubters over the years. But they’re awfully quiet right now. 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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:17:11 GMT -5
We’re out in one of Delikado’s “super parking lots” of the FGA arena (although it looks more like a mini carnival rather than a place to park cars). Sitting in his Game of Thrones wheelchair is the Cuban himself, now wearing a stylish Santa suit on behalf of it being Winter Frontier (though really it all makes him look pretty ridiculous), while Sofia Monzón stands a few feet away. Both are turned toward a makeshift wrestling ring, where Delikado’s other manager Ewan Jakeway is busy stretching out the injured shoulder of Susan Kent, who is grimacing a bit but appears to be forcing through the pain.
Ewan Jakeway: You let me know when it’s too much, okay, Susan?
Susan Kent: Got it.
Outside the ring, Sofia speaks to Delikado without looking at him.
Sofia: You still haven’t told me why she needs to be in a ring to do this therapy.
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Sofia: Riiiiiiiiiight, the “magic of the ring” heals all problems. I figured that supernatural BS went out with your “Pope Delikado XXX” days.
The Cuban’s face twitches lightly as he keeps his burning eyes glued on Susan--most likely on her “rounder” portions rather than on the injury. Sofia, meanwhile, appears to be watching her client’s new ally with a less fond eye. Her distrust has already been voiced. An idea now seems to cross her mind as she steps forward.
Sofia: Stop pussyfooting, Ewan! Susan’s doctor said she has to work the shoulder, so let’s really put some effort in it.
Ewan looks away from the stretch therapy he’s performing on Susan.
Ewan Jakeway: What do you mean? This is what all the Youtube videos said to do!
Sofia: Yes, but those were for the less-than-capable. Delikado only teams with the best, with warriors, so let’s put the girl on THAT path. There’s no problem with that, is there, Suzy?
Susan catches the tone, not to mention the belittling “Suzy” namedrop to bait her in, but merely smiles as she adjusts her sling.
Susan Kent: Not at all, “Sofie”.
Sofia just smirks. Delikado’s face spazzing increases as Susan throws her hair back and removes the sling, grimacing in the process. Ewan frowns.
Ewan Jakeway: Please, Miss Kent, there’s no reason for you to hurt yourself and prolong your recovery.
Susan Kent: No, I can’t push my return to the ring any further off than I have to. I’ve been out of action long enough and if I don’t get back in action soon, I might lose my spot on the roster.
She swings at him with her bad arm, getting a good shot in, though based off her facial expression it causes some slight discomfort. Nonetheless, she takes a few more jabs, nothing fierce but definitely more work than she’s done lately with the shoulder. Ewan’s wrestling experience take over, and on instinct now he dodges about the ring as Susan throws some even-handed punches. This sparring goes on for a short time, until Susan pauses to catch her breath and work the shoulder out a bit more.
Sofia: [to Delikado] Well, she hasn’t broken down crying or complained about a broken nail yet. I won’t say this alliance can make it, but at the very least she wouldn’t be the most shameless creature you’ve brought to ringside before.
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Sofia: What? What bag? Where do you possibly get all this crap? Where do--no, HOW do you put it?!
She goes around to the back of her client’s wheelchair and grabs something he’s obviously told her to retrieve through their telepathic chats. It’s a bag with a design of...let’s call her a “lady of the evening” in barely PG-13 Christmas-themed clothes. Sofia opens the bag and looks inside at something. Once she sees it, however, the conversation becomes much more vocal.
Sofia: Okay, it’s coal. Big freaking deal. What does this...No, Deli, no you will NOT put blackface on Ewan or Kent or ANYONE for that matter!
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Sofia: This is NOT “Creed”, you are not Rocky! You’re just a vainglorious idiot! End of discussion.
She tosses the bag away into a nearby open sewer.
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Sofia: Getting a Russian to kill Susan’s father won’t make this Creed 2! You just take all the wrong lessons and ideas away from movies without considering the results! [pointing to Kent] Why do you seem dead set on making THIS ONE your star pupil!?
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Sofia: OH MY <BEEP>ING GOD, YOU DON’T <BEEP>ING LOVE HER! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER!!
As this strange argument goes on, Ewan and Susan continue sparring in the ring. They begin a conversation of their own.
Ewan Jakeway: Say, Susan, can I ask you something?
Susan Kent: Sure.
Ewan Jakeway: Since we got here, I feel like someone is trying to set us up. I don’t know who, heck I don’t know WHY. We haven’t really done anything to tick someone off. But at the Seven Year show, I had some...contraband planted on me.
Susan Kent: “Contraband?”
Ewan Jakeway: Vegan candy. Anyway, that doesn’t really matter. I thought about it, a lot, like...a LOOOOOOT... and maybe it has something to do with us teaming with you. You’ve been here for a while, made friends I’m sure but every wrestler picks up a few enemies at SOME point in their career, so I reckoned...I dunno, maybe someone with a bone to pick with you is taking shots at us as your new friends?
Susan stops in her sparring as if to think and ponder over Ewan’s question.
Susan Kent: Enemies? No, no one around here takes me serious enough to consider me their enemy.
Ewan Jakeway: I’m sorry if this is too intrusive since we’ve just met, but Sofia and Delikado don’t seem to take it seriously. I’ve been made into a candy thief when all my life I’ve been a good boy--err, man. I’m actually kind of scared, especially since I don’t know who it is, and now there’s this crazy candy vigilante Snackey or something that’s showed up to hunt down anyone responsible…with ”Gays eric” or...or lemons...or...I’m very confused with my life right now!
Susan smiles in a reassuring manner.
Susan Kent: Candy can be addictive to people who need that sugar rush. You don’t look like the candy thief type, Ewan. I myself love Jolly Ranchers.
Ewan Jakeway: R-Really? No enemies at all? What about Piper Lennon who you faced at Capital Combat? She seemed to get personal, all “up in your biznass” as the kids say! Plus, her last name is suspiciously close to “Lemon” like the lemon-flavored candy stashed on me. It could be a calling card, her subtle way of saying she’s going to try and finish you off besides just your shoulder. Maybe that’s HER “sugar rush!” On top of that, didn’t she say you had a lot of “drama” about you? Please, Susan, if our problems are connected, we gotta help each other. Careers--no, LIVES could be on the line! I can’t...I can’t...ohhhh geeeeez!
Ewan has begun to work himself up into a near hyperventilated state, causing Susan to once again give him a reassuring gesture as she thinks over his latest pressing of info. Does Susan have ANYONE who might try to sabotage her, problems she can make go away with the assist of her newfound alliance…?
Susan Kent: I’ll definitely think about it. You want my advice? Follow your gut! Look at how certain people on the roster look at Delikado, then go from there.
Ewan Jakeway: Well, he IS certainly “look-at-that-guy”able. Okay, thanks, Susan!
Susan Kent: My pleasure, Ewan. Can we get back to training now?
Ewan Jakeway: Sure, let me just--
Sofia: LOVE POEMS?! Why do you have so MANY?! When did you WRITE them?!
Susan and Ewan glance over at Sofia and Delikado, who are still verbally battling it out apparently, as Sofia waves some pages (clearly love poems to Susan) at her client.
Sofia: “During your match tonight?!” Well that explains...no, wait, that doesn’t explain ANYTHING!!!
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Sofia: Just because the camera’s not on you doesn’t mean we can’t see you, Delikado! You know what, I have a baby at home who’s about to have his first Christmas, and I will NOT let your shenanigans spoil that for me. You three can train until Grandpa here gets run over by a reindeer.
Ewan Jakeway: Ummm, it was Grandma--
Sofia: I will change the locks and employ Spanish assassins to snap you on sight if you complete that thought.
Ewan Jakeway: Bye, honey, I love you.
Sofia walks off and gives a middle finger to the sky.
Sofia: Suck it, 2018!
And she’s gone. Ewan and Susan exchange looks and then glance at Delikado wearing his Santa suit in his wheelchair.
Ewan Jakeway: See? I told you. “Look-at-that-guy”able!
Susan laughs as the two return to their sparring while Delikado just admires the view in the chill of Winter Frontier and we cut out.
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:19:36 GMT -5
Frontier Lions Cup (First Round)
Ashley Marie Chase vs. Cassius Reed [align=center] It’s not my fault your girlfriend like me,
I do her hard like fucking warp speed,
Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault,
That your Mom wants to fucking fuck me![/align] As the intro to “You Suck” by Pour Habit blasts throughout the arena, out from the back bursts Cassius Reed! Slowly rotating in his gold lined black ring robe Cassius soaks in the atmosphere for just a moment. Spinning to face the ring, he shadow boxes at the top of the ramp a short time more, before posing, spreading his arms wide, and sprinting down to the ring at full pace! Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, fighting out of Funkytown, USA, and tipping the scales tonight at 205 pounds! He is “The Funky Dragon”, CASSIUS REED! Sliding in under the bottom rope, he quickly rolls onto his back before kipping up! Giving a quick smirk and raised eyebrow to the referee, he turns and leaps to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, before whipping off his ring robe with a flourish. He poses just a moment at the top of the turnbuckle, smug grin on his face, robe hanging from his hand, before dropping back to the mat, consigning his entrance gear to the outside whilst he finishes warming up for the match with more shadow boxing. Geoff Penzer: Cassius Reed walks into this match with one heck of an advantage. The Funky Dragon comes into this match fresh whereas his opponent was forced to wrestler earlier in the night. Can Reed take of advantage of this opportunity? Or will he take Ashley Marie Chase lightly? "I Bring the Darkness (End of Days)" by Jim Johnston featuring Tommy Vext begins to play as the aisle way fills up with smoke. AMC rises up from the smoke in full face paint and is trying not to cough from all the smoke. ”Who do you think you are?
You’ve now gone much to far!” AMC steps through the smoke and looks around at the crowd she then slowly walks toward the ring basically strutting with a smirk as she fist bumps some of the fans Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Beverly Hills, California! Weighing in at 120 pounds… ASHLEY MARIE CHASE! ”I bring the darkness!
I am the thunder!
I come from HELL
And I’ll pull you under!” AMC walk up the steps, taking a moment to wipe her feet on the apron before getting into the ring. AMC then drops to her knees in the middle of the ring and stretches out her arms and looks out toward the crowd. Geoff Penzer: Ashley Marie Chase heads into this match not at 100% after having faced Savannah Taylor earlier in the night. Chase is a fighter, so she’s not going to shy away from this matchup. But you have to wonder how much she’s got left in the tank. The longer this match goes, the longer it favors Cassius. Chase has to find a way to win this as quickly as possible. But against an opponent like The Iron King? That is much easier said than done... The match starts with Reed going for a lock up, only to kick Chase in the midsection at the last second. The boos continue when Reed puts Chase in a headlock and follows up with a poke to the eyes. After Chase staggers over into the ropes, Reed comes up from behind and delivers a back rake. He then turns Chase around and delivers a stinging knife edge chop. The Funky Dragon follows up with another knife edge chop before sending Chase into the far ropes. When Chase returns, Reed goes for a hip toss into the ropes. But Chase counters with a springboard arm drag! When Reed gets back to his feet, Chase runs over and executes an overflow arm drag, sending Reed rolling to the outside. As Reed picks himself up, Chase runs and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she runs across the ring before knocking Reed down with a baseball slide! Chase climbs up onto the apron, steps back towards the center of the ring and starts waving up The Funky Dragon. Once Reed gets back to his feet and turns around, Chase runs along the apron, leaps off and knocks him down with a flying clothesline! Geoff Penzer: Chase takes it to the air and knocks down the 2018 Rey del Aire winner! Chase rolls back inside. She then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle before crouching down. After Reed gets back to his feet, the crowd explodes with cheers when Chase stands up, backflips off and knocks him down with a moonsault to the outside! Geoff Penzer: Chase takes out Reed once again! She’s throwing everything she can at him early and often! Chase picks up Reed and rolls him back inside. She then slides back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed kicks out. Chase picks up Reed, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. She then goes for an irish whip. But Reed reverses, sending her into the far corner. Reed runs across the ring and throws out a shoulder thrust. But Chase hoists herself up and counters with a corner sunset flip. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Reed pops Chase with a right jab. He then takes Chase and goes for an irish whip. This time, Chase reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Reed returns, Chase brings him down with a Japanese arm drag. Reed returns to his feet, only to get returned to the mat with a standing dropkick. Another standing dropkick knocks Reed off his feet. Chase then runs towards the ropes as Reed picks himself up off the mat. Before Reed can turn around, the crowd cheers when Chase knocks him down with a springboard roundhouse kick to the back of the head! She pushes Reed over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed kicks out. Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Chase! This is not the start that Reed wanted for this matchup! Chase picks up Reed and pulls him into a standing headscissors. She’s about to go for a cradle piledriver when Reed counters with a back body drop, sending Chase over the top rope and to the floor! Reed then turns and runs into the far ropes. When Reed comes back, the crowd boos when he brings Chase down with a slingshot huracanrana! Geoff Penzer: The reigning Rey del Aire winner takes it to the air and brings down Chase on the floor! Reed picks up Chase and rolls her back inside. After hopping up on the apron, Reed follows up with a slingshot left elbow drop! He hooks the leg for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase kicks out. Reed picks up Chase and knocks her back with a European Uppercut. Another European Uppercut knocks Chase into the ropes. As she tries to shake off the cobwebs, Reed heads over, grabs her and whips her into the far ropes. When Chase returns, Reed brings her down with What The Funk (handstand handspring headscissors takedown)! He then heads into the ropes, comes back and follows up with a running leg drop. Reed makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets his shoulder up. Reed picks up Chase, lifts her up and delivers a belly to back suplex. The Funky Dragon hops onto the apron through the ropes, springboards to the top rope, jumps off and connects with a diving leg drop! The boos continue as he turns over into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets her shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Another nearfall for Reed. He doesn't get the three count, but the advantage in this match is his. As Reed pulls Chase up from off the mat, Chase nails him with punches to the midsection. Reed then cuts the comeback short with a Spanish Archer (Bionic Elbow)! After a kick to the midsection, Reed brings Chase down with a split-legged stunner! Reed then picks up Chase, runs into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Chase around, Reed unleashes a series of body blows before catching her with a discus punch that sends her slumping down in the corner. After stepping back towards the center of the ring, Reed runs at Chase at top speed, launching into a handstand just in front of her. He then launches back into the ring away from her for with a Back Handspring. Reed chastises her Chase for flinching as he lands. As Chase tries to pull herself back up in the corner, Reed runs over to attack. This time, he gets caught with a back elbow to the face. Chase then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Reed and goes for a Tornado DDT. But Reed counters by shoving Chase off of him. After Chase lands on her feet, Reed runs over and throws out another discus punch. This time, Chase ducks and counters with a floatover DDT! The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Great counter there by Chase! Unfortunately, it only gets two. Chase picks up Reed and whips him into the ropes. When Reed returns, he sees Chase setting up for a back body drop. So he counters with a sunset flip. But Chase rolls through it before flipping back over into a jackknife pin. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed bridges up, turns over, grabs Chase and brings her down with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets her shoulder up. Reed picks up Chase and pops her with another right jab. After a kick to the midsection, he goes for a snap suplex. But Chase blocks and counters with a small package. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Reed rocks Chase with a hard European Uppercut. He then brings her down with an inverted facelock backbreaker. While Chase is still down, Reed turns away from her to deliver the Funky Knee, Funky Do (standing moonsault into a double knee drop). But Chase rolls out of the way, causing Reed to land knees-first on the mat. While Reed is still on his knees, the crowd cheers as Chase gets up and rocks him with the Kick of Doom. She then steps back and nails him with another Kick of Doom! A third Kick of Doom flattens Reed on the mat!! Chase drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Geoff Penzer: Reed got caught with a trio of superkicks right to the face! But the Funky Dragon had the wherewithal to get his shoulder up in time! Chase picks up Reed and shoots him into the corner. She then runs over, connects with a clothesline and then goes to follow up with a running bulldog. But Reed shoves her off and into the ropes. When Chase returns, the crowd cheers when she knocks Reed down with a diving forearm smash! Chase goes over, picks up Reed and sets him up for the Name Dropper (Pedigree). But Reed breaks free, delivers a standing double leg takedown, hooks his arms around her legs, leans back and catapults Chase into the corner. But instead of crashing into the turnbuckles, Chase lands safely on the middle ropes. As Reed turns over and gets back up, Chase steps up onto the top turnbuckle, turns around and leaps off for It’s A Bird, It’s a Plane, it’s a Chase. But Reed rolls out of the way, causing Chase to crash onto the canvas! Geoff Penzer: Chase crashes and burns on the mat! Reed got out of the way just in the nick of time! As Chase slowly picks herself back up, Reed comes from behind. As soon as Chase turns to face Reed, The Funky Dragon turns her away from him with a Pimp Slap! Reed then pulls her head back and brings her down with a Reverse DDT! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Chase gets her shoulder up. Reed picks up Chase and whips her into the corner. The Funky Dragon runs across the ring and bashes her with a running Spanish Archer! He then moves Chase out of the way, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Chase and plants her with a Tornado DDT! The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Chase gets her shoulder up. Reed picks up Chase and does the Ali Shuffle before rocking her with the Pimp Slam Symposium (Quick Right Handed slap to opponent’s face to get opponent to drop their guard, into a quick Right Jab - Right Jab - Left Hook Boxing Combo, dazing the opponent, and ending with a Michael Jackson style spin straight into a (Left Handed))! Reed then plants her with a Snap DDT. While Chase is in the prone position, Reed returns to his feet before delivering Funky Knee, Funky Do across Chase’s back! The boos continue as he pulls Chase over onto her back, turns away from her and delivers a second Funky Knee, Funky Do to the midsection! After dragging Chase into the corner, Reed leaps up and crashes on top of Chase with Plan C split-legged corkscrew moonsault)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd boos as ‘You Suck” blares throughout the arena. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, CASSIUS REED! The boos continue as Reed gets his arm raised in victory. Geoff Penzer: Cassius Reed picks up the win over Ashley Marie Chase. I know Chase won’t use the fact that she wrestled two times in one night as an excuse. But I’d love to see these two go at it at some point in the future. For now, Chase is now out of the Frontier Lions Cup while The Funky Dragon advances! 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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:19:57 GMT -5
With a little more than a week to go before the biggest fight of his FGA career against Chandler Scott for Flashpoint’s newest, albeit grandest prize, James Edwards is all business as he stands alone in the interview area.
James Edwards: We’ve got about what, a week or so until the bell rings in the Garden, Chandler?
If the International Champion is watching, he knows it, as do the fans and Edwards, so why state the obvious?
James Edwards: Let me ask you something else, champ, how long has it been since I about kicked that swelled ass head of yours’ across the Continental Divide?
The answer is three weeks to the day, another obvious fact. The champ and the fans have to be wondering what the hell James is alluding to.
James Edwards: It’s been too damn long since I’ve had my chance to get my hands on you again and it is gonna be too damn long again before I get another chance after tonight.
Edwards offers a half smirk.
James Edwards: Something tells me you feel the same way after what you said on AfterBurn. You’re mad, ain’t ya, champ?
The smirk immediately disappears from the Burning Heart’s face. His brow crinkles as he assumes a more serious demeanor, perhaps to the delight of a few perplexed viewers.
James Edwards: And you damn well should be! It doesn't feel so great to be disrespected, does it champ? And that was just once. Imagine being made to look like a sucker when you offer a friendly handshake and are left standin’ with your hand out like a geek; imagine being praised one second and then having the way you talk mocked on national TV. That's just a little bit of the shit I've dealt with this year, champ. I've let it slide for the most part in the name of being a good company man, but no more. Not tonight, not at Final Frontier and never again.
Edwards raises his left pointer finger and begins to throw it forward like a sharp jab as he speaks with the determination to punch his point home.
James Edwards: People are gonna learn I have a long memory for grudges. They are gonna find that my patience is gone. If anyone insults me or attacks me for no good reason going forward they are gonna get paid every ounce of anger they caused me to feel. And it all starts with you tonight, champ. The way I figure it, last week made up for ignoring my initial challenge. Tonight will make up for the handshake, the insults and the pinch. Every kick and chop I throw your way will be a little souvenir to remember me by. And the last one…
Edward smirks again.
James Edwards: I'm savin’ it for the Garden. The final blow, the Gospel that will once and for all teach you not to f*** with James Edwards!
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Post by FGA Office on Dec 28, 2018 14:20:22 GMT -5
We cut to the backstage area, inside of a locker room, with our camera simply focused on a pair of wrestling boots for a moment. As we pan out, we reveal long trunks, with the word “GOOD” written down the side in silver-- and our Cleveland crowd responds with a mixed reaction dominated by boos as “The Chief” Evan Envi appears in frame once we continue to pan out.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Evan Envi: S’open.
Envi leans forward, continuing to lace his boot as the door creaks open. Envi smiles to himself a bit, speaking out to the person before he looks up.
Evan Envi: Finally decided you wanted to stop giving me the silent treatment all night, eh? I told you, man, consider yourself avenged. Knife-edged chops for days, Richard. For d--
Envi looks up, eyebrows arching a bit.
Evan Envi: Ah, you’re not Richard.
Finished with his laces, Evan gives his boot an obligatory tug before he pushes himself to his feet. The camera rises with him, revealing Ashlyn De Luca for the second time of the evening, earning a slightly more light-hearted response than Envi.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’m not. Thank God.
Evan Envi: Well, jeez, no need to be snippy, right? Haha… long time no see, though. How’s it goin’?
Envi turns a bit, reaching into his gym bag that sits on the sole tabletop in the room, searching through it for a tank top, though Ashlyn’s gaze has never broken from the Chief’s.
Ashlyn De Luca: I see why you left.
Evan pulls a shirt from the bag and turns to Ashlyn with a brow raised.
Evan Envi: What?
Ashlyn De Luca: Flashpoint. I understand why you couldn't put up with it anymore. I see why you left.
Evan Envi: Oh--
Envi pulls the tank top over his head, pulling it down snug around himself. To a groan from the crowd, it appears to be a years-old “Pretty” Ricky Valero t-shirt.
Evan Envi: You mean Hadley? Yeah, dude. I’ve had self-important bosses and stuff before but she didn’t even realize the value of the people on her own roster. I mean, the whole draft selection thing last year gave that away. But uh… I mean, what are you gonna do? Tryna make the jump over to Vertigo?
Evan points to the FGA World Tag Team title that’s draped after Ashlyn’s belt, tapping a single finger against the faceplate.
Evan Envi: I dunno how they’re gonna feel about you guys bringing those with you though.
Ashlyn De Luca: No.
Ashlyn instinctively takes a step back, defensively moving the belt just outside of Evan’s reach. She goes on, speaking in a quieter voice.
Ashlyn De Luca: I’m gonna get rid of her. I just… I just don’t know how to do it.
Evan Envi: Haha, “get rid of her”? Jeeeesus. Little dark, isn’t it? I don’t even know what that means.
To complete his pre-match routine, Evan reaches into his gym bag for a comb. Ashlyn’s eyes follow his hand for a moment, but quickly rise back up to meet his gaze. Evan drums the comb against the palm of his open hand for a moment before giving De Luca a curious look.
Evan Envi: Why are you telling me this anyway? If it’s as bad as you say it is, why don’t you and Logan just vacate the championships and head over to Vertigo? Don’t think Hadley and friends would be that bummed to see you go, right?
Ashlyn De Luca: I--
Evan Envi: Besides. And. You’ve got a lot going on tonight. I’ve got a lot going on tonight. Why are you stressed about this right now? What you should be doing is pulling up a chair and getting eyes on me versus Lowri Moss, going one-on-one for the first time. Gonna be a classic, Ashlyn. You wanna know how it’s gonna go down?
Ashlyn De Luca: Um--
Evan Envi: Knife-edged chop. Boom. European Uppercut. Bam. Superkick. Unnnhh. She’s dazed, right? She’s dazed. She’s dazed. She’s feelin’ it. Kapowski Kick out of nowhere and then the Guess Who to bring it home. Right across the knee for the win, Ashlyn. I played this out in my head. And-- I know. I know. I’ve never been able to beat Lowri before, but those were all tag team matches, right? You have to add so many more variables in there. Who KNOWS what I could pull off in a one-on-one match, Ash? Who KNOWS?
Ashlyn De Luca: Mmmhm.
Evan Envi: She’s got momentum. She’s got all the talent in the world. Obviously, because she beat my best friend, Richard Valero clean as a whistle, which clearly puts her on freakin’ God-tier level, alright? So I know I’ve got a challenge ahead of me, Ashlyn. But the good thing for you? The good news in all this for you--
Evan makes a point to poke Ashlyn’s title again, and Ashlyn visibly frowns, taking another step back.
Evan Envi: --is that once I beat Lowri, then Neal’s confidence is already shot. He’s basically gonna be a sad bag full of meat standing on the apron, knowing I took Lowri’s spot in the Frontier Lion’s Cup. All you gotta do is drag him in the ring and beat him.
Evan claps his hands together and holds his arms out with a grin as if expecting praise for stumbling upon the world’s greatest realization.
Evan Envi: It’s psychological warfare, son, and I’m a cerebral GI freakin’ Joe.
Ashlyn opens her mouth to respond, but slowly closes it. She rubs her eyes with her thumb and middle finger, taking a long, deep breath before nodding to herself.
Ashlyn De Luca: Thank you.
She mumbles under her breath and adjusts the title on her shoulder, turning to leave, but Evan calls out to her as he tosses his comb from hand to hand, eyes narrowed.
Evan Envi: Hey.
Ashlyn De Luca: Yo.
Ashlyn stops in the doorway and turns, looking back at the Chief.
Evan Envi: Why’d you come to me anyway? About Hadley?
Ashlyn shrugs.
Ashlyn De Luca: Figured maybe before you and Ricky bailed, you had a plan. Or… I dunno. Something on her. Thought you’d know how to get this ball rolling. I’m tired of waiting. I’m--
Evan Envi: Ashlyn. Lemme tell you somethin’ right now.
Evan tosses the comb onto the table and makes his way toward his friend, expression growing serious. He reaches up, resting a hand on the door frame, leaning close to De Luca as he speaks.
Evan Envi: Of course I didn’t have a plan. “Make it up as you go”, that’s the Harrison way. It’s printed on our headstones. Live it. Learn from it. Die from it, occasionally.
Ashlyn rolls her eyes and turns, walking out of the locker room and into the corridor to a chorus of laughter from the audience. We pan to Envi, who holds his hands up in confusion, shouting after the World Tag Team Champion.
Evan Envi: Tried and tested, Ash! You just watch, tonight!
Envi crosses his arms, smirking, proud of himself as we fade away.
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