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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:33:34 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:34:24 GMT -5
And now, Frontier Grappling Arts presents… The scene shifts to an outside shot of Times Union Center in Albany, New York! We then transition inside the arena, where blue and white fireworks shoot off in various patterns. We then head to a wide shot of the arena. The camera pans around, capturing the rabid crowd. Kris Cruise: Welcome, everyone, to New York City! Welcome to the world’s most famous arena. Welcome, everyone… to FINAL FRONTIER! I am Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! 2018 has been a wild year for FGA. But over the next two nights, we cap off this year with Final Frontier, the last two shows of 2018! Stephy Auger: It has been a wild ride and I cannot wait to see what we have in store over these next two nights! Geoff Penzer: Well I can tell you that tonight, FGA will be holding the Frontier Lions Cup tournament! Hello everyone, I’m Geoff Penzer. This is the second year in a row where we had the expanded field of 32 between both brands. Tonight, the field has been narrowed down to just eight. Four from Vertigo and four from Flashpoint. Kris Cruise: The great competitors from both brands have been battling it out over the last several months... Stephy Auger: ...wait, there’s actually great competitors over on Flashpoint? That’s news to me! Geoff Penzer: … Kris Cruise: … like I was saying, the competitors of both brands have been battling it out through the Qualifiers and the First Round. Tonight, we bring to you the Quarterfinals, the Semifinals and the Finals. One of those eight will have to go through three opponents in one night. Are they up for the task? Stephy Auger: I know one man is and that’s last year’s winner, Evan Envi! Geoff Penzer: The Chief did in fact win last year’s Frontier Lios Cup. But the support that he got from the crowd last year will be drastically different from the reaction he gets when he steps out through those curtains a little bit later. Kris Cruise: As Geoff alluded to just a few seconds ago, there were 32 competitors at the start. Now, we’re down to eight. Here is who they are: Sadie San Francisco, Dom Harter, Fujiko Mine, Evan Envi, Shintaro Majima, Ashley Sullivan, Cassius Reed and Logan Alexander! That’s a hell of a list of quarterfinalists, guys. Stephy Auger: Is it? From where I’m sitting, it looks like Vertigo has a huge talent advantage. Between our four, I don’t see how anyone from Flashpoint takes this. They may make it to the finals. But they won’t make it past one of our four. Geoff Penzer: Well I’m surprised you’re even speaking this highly of Fujiko by calling her one of Vertigo’s best. Kris Cruise: I’m glad you’re finally coming around to recognizing just how awesome Fujiko is. Stephy Auger: Sometimes you have to grin and bear it for the good of the brand. Geoff Penzer: Getting back on track, this might be one of the most stacked quarterfinalists draws that I can recall in recent memory. You’ve got Logan Alexander, one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions. As apart of The Chaotics, Alexander has carved out a legacy for himself as one of the best tag teams this company has ever seen. Cassius Reed knows all about winning tournaments. Correct me if I’m wrong, but since 2015, Reed has won a tournament every single year somewhere. He even won this year’s Rey del Aire tournament. Who else do we have here? Shintaro Majima, a man that is always a tough out. We’ve got Ashley Sullivan, a former Rey del Aire finalists. On your guys’ side of the draw, Sadie San Francisco is one of the best Mid-Atlantic Legacy champions in company history. Evan Envi won last year’s tournament and is a former FGA Undisputed Champion. Fujiko Mine just came off an amazing run as Pride Champion. She’s proven herself to not just be one of the best grapplers in FGA this year, but she’s cemented herself as one of the best champions this company has seen. Then there’s Dom Harter, who is a Frontier Lions Cup victory away from becoming a Golden Crown Winner. Of course, he’ll have to settle for being the second person to ever do that. Stephy Auger: As long as he gets it, that’s all that matters. The Tenacious Little Bastard is arguably the most accomplished competitor in FGA history. Well tonight, I feel like Harter is going to make even more history by taking that trophy home! Kris Cruise: Well he’s got to get past The Pope first, then the winner of Evan Envi and Fujiko Mine! That match right there is something you would expect to see in an FLC Finals, not the quarterfinals. But this tournament has been full of surprises with upsets galore. We saw Izzy Anders get knocked out in the qualifiers. We saw Johnny Karma lose in the first round. Will we see even more surprises here tonight? Geoff Penzer: But that’s not all! We’ve got two championships on the line here tonight. Talk to them about it, Kris. Kris Cruise: I sure will. In our first championship match of the evening, Pendragon will defend their United States Tag Team Titles against Silk & Cyanide! Sara Mason and Erin Mariani have been after Lowri Moss and Neal Durden for months. Now, they finally get their shot inside the ring. But have they bitten off more than they could chew? Geoff Penzer: Then in our co-main event, Salem will defend her United States Championship against former two-time US Champion, Savannah Taylor. The issues between these two go back several months, guys. But tonight, the score will finally be settled inside the ring. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:34:43 GMT -5
A pop surges throughout Madison Square Garden as we cut to the backstage area in a hallway filled with framed pictures of previous celebrity encounters, just yards away from the locker room area with Sadie San Francisco, who’s dressed to compete, smiling faintly, perking an eyebrow in the direction of the live audience. Spencer Burke stands next to her, addressing the camera as soon as he appears in frame.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, from the sounds of it, my guest needs no introduction, but I’m here with Sadie San Francisco just moments before her Quarterfinal Frontier Lion’s Cup match against a longtime rival… Dom Harter.
Boos resonate through MSG with the fans purposely creating a contrast to Sadie. Sadie nods a little and Spencer continues.
Spencer Burke: We know you two have had heated words and heated battles in the past, though, until now, your only one-on-one counter was marred by interference. Tonight, what do you have to do to beat Dom Harter and punch your ticket to the semi-finals?
Burke moves the mic over to the former Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, and Sadie ponders this for precisely one half of a second before responding.
Sadie San Francisco: Tonight, I’ve gotta hit Dom as hard as I can-- harder, even, than him. I don’t have any problem doing that. Every time I see Dom, or have to listen to Dom, or have to watch him unnecessarily interject himself into someone else’s business, everything in me wants to hurt him. That’s already there. And… believe me, it’s very difficult to turn that into something productive, so... I cherish nights like this, Spencer.
Spencer chuckles softly and Sadie gives him a subtle wink before continuing.
Sadie San Francisco: I’m guilty of letting Dom get under my skin. And even after Steel Warfare and everything we went through to put the New Murder down-- there’s stuff that still doesn’t sit right with me about him. And honestly… maybe it’s because Dom Harter’s just a creep. He is a predatory scumbag with a God complex and that’s something that can’t be fixed with a simple knee to the face.
Sadie pauses, thinking about it, before slowly turning to Spencer.
Sadie San Francisco: ...don’t get me wrong. Still gonna try the knee-to-the-face method.
This earns another obligatory pop from New York, but Sadie goes on.
Sadie San Francisco: I just don’t have faith that it’ll fix Dom’s problem. I can-- and will-- hurt Dom Harter but I can’t do much about the fact that even after it’s over, he’s still gonna be the waste of air he was when he walked out there in the first place.
She shakes her head a bit.
Sadie San Francisco: There’s not a single redeeming quality that I could point out about Dom Harter. It just honestly sucks that he’s still here, taking up quality elbow room in the hallway.
Spencer nods a bit, clearing his throat, seemingly having a lot of his questions answered.
Spencer Burke: Don’t you wanna acknowledge the experience and list of accomplishments that Dom has before you step foot in the ring?
Sadie narrows her eyes, contemplating. She takes a deep breath, eyes wandering around the room as if searching for an answer… before she nods a bit.
Sadie San Francisco: He’s good enough at his job to make even the smartest people overlook how much of a disease he is to professional wrestling, so… honestly, good for him.
Spencer blinks a few times, but MSG wastes no time in unleashing another pop for Sadie, who calmly waits for the interviewer to continue.
Spencer Burke: Well. If you do beat Dom Harter, then the only thing standing between you and and the finals is… either the former record-setting Pride Champion, “The Apex Goddess” Fujiko Mine… or the very individual that brought you to FGA in the first place, your former stablemate… and a former World Champion, “The Chief” Evan Envi. With that, and not to mention your Mid-Atlantic Legacy Title match against Marlon Cure just twenty-four hours away-- Sadie, how are you supposed to stay calm?
Sadie San Francisco: Hm.
Sadie looks at Spencer in silence for a moment before nodding to herself a bit, the faint smile returning.
Sadie San Francisco: I know what I’m getting into.
Without another word, Sadie sways away from Spencer and makes her way out of frame, walking off down the corridor toward gorilla. Spencer watches her curiously as we fade away.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:34:59 GMT -5
The show cuts to another area backstage where The Tenacious Little Bastard is standing behind his fiancée, Annie Zellor. The pair are dressed much as expected, their matching leather jackets and bandanas, with Dom dressed in his ring attire underneath while Annie has opted for a New Murder t-shirt and jeans. Missing, however, are the Santa hats.
Dom Harter: Add one more name to that list!
He boasts, jubilantly, raising one finger in the air as Annie just nods in agreement.
Dom Harter: Aokigahara Zombie, Eddie Jacobs, Emery Layton, Josh Kennedy and now Seth Iser – the next FGA Pride Champion! – they’ve all fallen at my feet this year. All to get me to this point. To the point where I’m a few steps away from capturing that Golden Crown…
Annie Zellor: So close.
Dom Harter: …so close that I can taste it.
Dom pauses as he kisses his fingertips in the manner of an Italian chef.
Dom Harter: But this year isn’t over yet. This isn’t a case of ‘close, but not close enough’! This isn’t horseshoes or hand grenades! I haven’t got this far to fail now. And Sadie San Francisco can’t stop me. Evan Envi can’t stop me! They’ve wanted to shut me up for so long! So long! But they’re not going to get that chance again. Nobody on Vertigo, and nobody on Flashpoint can stop me now!
Annie Zellor: Not Ashley Sullivan, not Shintaro Majima. Not Cassius Reed, and not Logan Alexander either.
She shakes her head, smirking all the while.
Annie Zellor: We’re ending this year with a bang! And when 2019 rolls around, we’re gonna show everybody what The New Murder is all about. When we’ve rid FGA of Malcolm Drake once and for all. When we’ve got the Frontier Lions Cup in our possession.
Dom Harter: That’s right.
Annie Zellor: And we’ve got those title belts in our sights. Marlon Cure is tryna backpedal away from me and my challenge, ‘cause he knows who’s the greatest Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion of all time! He knows what I can do in that ring, and he knows it’s only a matter of time – weeks, maybe even days – before I’ve got another title around my waist.
Dom Harter: Getting all the bling!
He says as Annie holds up her finger to show off her engagement ring…before looking round to Dom. She mouths the word ‘bling’ with a quizzical look on her face, but he just nods, uncaring of how old and uncool that word is now.
Annie Zellor: ‘Cause Marlon’s looked around the list of FGA Champions, and he knows that I’ve beaten our World champion more than once. He knows I’ve beaten our Pride Champion. Our International Heavyweight Champion. Our United States Champion. And he knows it ain’t gonna be long before he’s added to that list, and I become a three-time FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion!
Dom Harter: That’s right. Tonight, it all starts again. I’ll bring that Frontier Lions Cup back to The New Murder. And since you all failed in my absence, I’ll restore some Vertigo pride while I’m at it. Because Final Frontier is where I make things happen. And I proved it last week at Winter Frontier, but tonight, Final Frontier is where I show the world again, exactly why they say Harter Hits Harder!
With that, Annie pulls a #grrface for the camera before she and a smirking Dom walk away. The scene fades to black as the show cuts back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:36:05 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (QUARTERFINALS)
Sadie San Francisco vs. Dom Harter I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd really, really begin to boo. After nearly twenty seconds or so, Dom Harter finally steps out from behind the curtain, and the boos only grow louder than before! The Tenacious Little Bastard throws his arms out to either side as he surveys the scene, soaking in the boos and the jeers. Slowly, Harter pulls the bandana down from over his face to reveal the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face, before posing with his arms out to the side again. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is a Quarterfinals match in the FRONTIER LIONS CUP! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 235 pounds! He is The Tenacious Little Bastard, DOOOOOOM HAAARRRRTERRRR!!! Harter begins to stride down the aisle, nodding his head to the music as he pays little mind to the FGA fans. They continue booing though, as Harter climbs up the ring steps. He stops on the apron, wiping his feet before he climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter climbs up to the middle rope, and removes his leather jacket and bandana, ready for the match to start. Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy! We’re ready for our first quarterfinals match of the evening as Sadie San Francisco is about to take on Dom Harter. Stephy Auger: Dom Harter made his FGA debut at this event five years ago. Since that time, Dom has become arguably the most accomplished man in FGA history. There are very few accolades here that Dom doesn’t have. The Frontier Lions Cup has eluded him before. Tonight, he looks to finally win it and become a Golden Crown winner. 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: And his opponent, from The West Side! Weighing in at 128 pounds! She is The Pope, SADIE SAAAAN FRAAAANCISSSSCOOOO!!! 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: This night is huge for Dom Harter. This weeked is huge for Sadie San Francisco. Not only could she possibly be wrestling three matches in one night to win the Frontier Lions Cup, but she’s coming right back tomorrow night to challenge Marlon Cure for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Stephy Auger: Selfish San Francisco is at it again! Being in the Frontier Lions Cup just isn’t enough for her! Now she wants to try and derail King Cure’s reign as Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. Kris Cruise: Well to be fair, The Pope does have a win over Cure. Stephy Auger: So? Kris Cruise: “So?” If anyone is going to get a crack at Cure, it should be Sadie! Stephy Auger: Yeah, but it’s Sadie and her whole being annoys me! Kris Cruise: Speaking of “annoying”, Sadie did bring up the point to our very own Spencer Burke that Dom Harter has a talent for getting under her skin. Will that play a factor ito tonight’s match. Stephy Auger: Duh! She just came right out and told her how negatively Harter effects her. That wasn’t very smart. Then again, no one ever claimed that Sadie was the sharpest knife in the drawer, huh? The bell sounds as Harter and Sadie lock up. After jockeying for position, Harter moves Sadie across the ring and into the corner. While Harter presses Sadie up against the turnbuckles, the ref gives they until the count of five to break it up. Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… Both grapplers appear to make a clean break… until Harter rakes Sadie across the eyes. The boos continue as Harter nails Sadie with several shoulder thrusts in the corner. He then takes Sadie and whips her hard into the far corner. As Sadie staggers out of the corner, Harter runs cross the ring and throws out a lariat. But Sadie ducks the blow. When Harter turns around, Sadie grabs him by the wrist, wrenches his arm and follows up with a shoulder jawbreaker! The crowd cheers as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter kicks out. Sadie picks up Harter, moves him into the corner and delivers knife edge chops. After a knife edge chop to the throat doubles Harter over, Sadie grabs him and delivers an irish whip into the opposite corner. The Pope runs across the ring to attack when Harter comes out of the corner, scoops her up, heads across the ring and throws her down with a running powerslam! The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie kicks out. Harter picks up Sadie and knocks her back with a European Uppercut. He then grabs Sadie, moves her into the near ropes and then shoves her off into the far ropes. When Sadie returns, she sees Harter setting up for a back body drop. So she stops and knocks Harter upright with a kick to the face. She then turns and heads into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Harter turns and runs into another set of ropes. When Harter returns, he sees Sadie running past him and into the same set of ropes. So he stops. When Sadie returns, Harter turns around, grabs Sadie, lifts her up and throws her down with a sitout spinebuster! The ref runs over and slides into place to start the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up Sadie, only to bring her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harter pulls up Sadie and doubles her over with a knee to the midsection. He then turns and heads into the ropes. When The Tenacious Little Bastard returns, he knocks Sadie upright with a running knee lift. He quickly follows up with a lariat that turns Sadie inside out. Stephy Auger: Harter Hits Harter! ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Sadie was able to get some shots in on Harter early. But the Tenacious Little Bastard has controlled much of this match. Stephy Auger: Why are you so shocked, Cruise. Dom is an unholy wrestling talent! Harter reaches down, grabs Sadie by the wrist right and pulls her back to her feet. He then grabs Sadie from behind, takes control of the right wrist and goes for a ripcord headbutt. But after rolling Sadie out in front of him, The Pope counters with a left arm forearm strike to the face! The cheers continue as Sadie nails Harter with another forearm strike… and another… and another. After a boot to the midsection doubles Harter over, Sadie pulls him into a front facelock and delivers multiple sharp elbows to the back of the neck. While Harter is doubled over, Sadie leaps up and brings him down with a Fameasser! The cheers continue as she pushes Harter over before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Kris Cruise: Sadie drove Harter face-first into the mat, but it only gets two. Sadie picks up Harter and knocks him back with a knife edge chop across the face. She then takes Harter and whips him into the ropes. As soon as Harter hits the ropes, Sadie connects with a running high knee, knocking Harter through the ropes and to the floor! Harter can be seen stirring on the outside. As he begins to pick himself up off the floor, The Pope turns and runs into the far ropes. When Sadie comes back, she leaps through the ropes before knocking him down with a suicide dive! Kris Cruise: Sadie wipes out Harter on the outside! Sadie picks up Harter and rolls him back inside. After climbing back up onto the apron, she begins to scale the turnbuckles before crouching down once she reaches the top. When Harter gets back to his feet and turns around, Sadie stands up, leaps off and drives him down with a diving knee drop! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Sadie picks up Harter and whips him hard into the corner. After crashing into the corner, Harter staggers away from the corner. The Pope is quick to bring him down to the mat with a drop toe hold. She then stands up on the back of Harter’s legs just above the knees, bends his legs back and locks them around her own. After reaching down and hitting Harter in the sides, The Pope grabs a hold of his wrists. Harter shakes his head ‘no’ as Sadie begins to rock back and forth. Once Sadie gets enough momentum, she pulls back and pulls him down into a seated Surfboard Stretch! The crowd cheers while Harter groans. Kris Cruise: Sadie’s got Harter locked into the Surfboard! Stephy Auger: Quick, where is Fenrys? Someone get him out here and break this up. The ref gets down and asks Harter if he wants to give up. When Harter declines, Sadie pulls back on the hold. Harter cringes while Sadie pulls even further back on the hold. Kris Cruise: Harter’s trapped with nowhere to go. You know Sadie is absolutely loving this. Stephy Auger: It’s not over yet, Cruise. The ref checks in with Harter again and asks him if he wants to give up. When Harter refuses, Sadie breaks the hold. Harter gets up on all fours. But Sadie is quick to flatten him with a jumping knee drop to the back. She then pulls Harter back up before placing him in a Camel Clutch. Kris Cruise: Sadie applies another submission. She wants to hear Harter say “UNCLE!” The ref once again checks in with the Tenacious Little Bastard. When Harter refuses another opporntutiy to quit, The Pope pulls back on the hold. The cheers continue while Harter howls in pain. Sadie then stands up before delivering left arm clubbing strikes across the face. After Harter drops back down face-first to the mat, The Pope delivers an elbow drop across his back. Sadie returns to her feet and delivers a second elbow drop across the back. The Pope then follows up with a jumping elbow drop across the back of the neck. She then pushes Harter over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Harter gets his shoulder up. Sadie picks up Harter and whips him hard into the corner. After Harter crashes sternum-first into the corner, he stumbles backwards into Sadie, who locks him in a Crossface Chickenwing! Kris Cruise: Sadie won’t be denied! The Pope is fighting like hell for a submission over Harter! Stephy Auger: Not again! The Pope cinches in the hold. Harter can be seen flailing his free arm around. He reaches out to the ropes, but The Pope pulls him back towards the center of the ring. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. Once again, Harter refuses. The Tenacious Little Bastard then leans forward, which lifts Sadie up across his back. Sadie takes advantage of the positioning and locks her legs around Harter’s waist. Kris Cruise: Now Harter is really trapped! Harter slowly leans back to get upright. He once again reaches out for the ropes. But he’s nowhere near them. After reaching down with his free arm and grabbing Sadie’s leg, The Tenacious Little Bastard runs backwards before jumping backwards into the corner. The crowd boos when Sadie gets squashed in the corner and breaks the hold. Harter then turns around and delivers a series of forearm smashes before sending Sadie into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Harter then runs across the ring before rocking Sadie with a discus forearm smash. He then takes Sadie and whips her over into the far corner. Harter charges across the ring before squashing Sadie with a running corner double knee lift. The Tenacious Little Bastard pulls a doubled over Sadie from out of the corner before planting her with a Fisherman Buster! The boos continue as he turns over into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harer picks up Sadie, hooks her tights and plants her with a pulling piledriver! The boos continue as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up Sadie, lifts her up across his shoulders and throws her down with a Samoan Driver! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! The crowd cheers when Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up Sadie and lifts her back up across his shoulders. Before Harter can deliver a move, The Pope counters with elbows to the side of the head. Once she slips down from behind, she turns and runs into the ropes. When Sadie comes back, Harter throws her down with a snap powerslam! He hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! Sadie gets her shoulder up. Kris Cruise: yet another nearfall for Dom Harter! Stephy Auger: Sadie is too stupid not to stay down. Doesn’t she know she’s got a title match tomorrow night? Harter pulls up Sadie to a seated position and delivers soccer kicks to the back before heading into the ropes. When Harter returns, the crowd boos when he flattens Sadie with a Sliding Lariat! He pulls Sadie back up, lifts her up across his shoulders and delivers a Ushigoroshi! The boos continue as Harter makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers when Sadie gets her shoulder up. Harter picks up Sadie and whips her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Harter hoists her up for the Fuckboi Bomb MK I (Popup Powerbomb). But Sadie counters with a hurricanrana! Stephy Auger: Gah! Both grapplers return to their feet. Sadie nails Harter with multiple left arm forearm strikes. After a throat punch doubles Harter over, Sadie follows up with a sitout three quarter facelock jawbreaker! While Harter stumbles back, The Pope returns to her feet before taking off into the ropes. When Sadie returns, the crowd explodes with cheers when she knocks Harter off his feet with the Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike)! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd sighs, then boos when Harter gets his shoulder up. Sadie pulls Harter back to his feet. After wrenching Harter’s arm, The Pope grabs him and brings him down with a Downward Spiral! She pulls Harter back up before hooking his arms from behind. She begins to turn Harter to set up for Vanity (Unprettier). The Tenacious Little Bastard slips out at the last second and shoves Sadie into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Harter scoops her up into an upside down position before planting her with Down With The Crown (Tombstone Piledriver)! The boos continue as Harter pulls up Sadie, applies an inverted front facelock, lifts her up and brings her down with the Silent Machine (Impact Driver)! The ref slide sinto place for the cover… ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd erupts with boos as “Low Self Opinion” blares throughout the arena. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout... DOM HARTER! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:36:30 GMT -5
Our cameras cut to the backstage area, approaching the open door of a dressing room… and boos resonate through the lively New York crowd as Evan Envi can be seen pacing back and forth, already dressed to compete, arms folded.
Evan Envi: ...I’m just saying, I would feel more comfortable if both of you were out there in my match against Fujiko. I get it-- you and Ricky have differences. All families do, especially during the holidays, but can you just do me this one solid? It’s not like I’m asking you to lay her out, right? Hah.
Evan laughs a bit, going for a high-five for the terrible joke-- but his eyes widen and he falls silent. Stepping into frame is Natalie McKinley, arms folded and with unamused look on her face, earning a noticeably more positive reaction from Madison Square Garden.
Natalie McKinley: Why, Evan? You know how… complicated things between me and Fujiko have become. The last time I spoke to her, I essentially promised that as far as she’s concerned, I would leave well alone, and now you want me to go back on that?
Evan Envi: I’m not asking you to do anything you wouldn’t normally do! Just asking you to do it in the presence of a woman that happens to make all of us incredibly uncomfortable in different ways. Is that so much to ask, Nat? I mean, really.
Natalie opens her mouth to respond but Envi sighs, raising his palms.
Evan Envi: I knowww. I know. Words matter. But I wouldn’t ask you to do this if Fujiko wasn’t bringing that angry, spitting, snarling psychopath Xena out to the ring with her. You know she’s unhinged. Ricky’s liable to take his eye off of her, but I know you have a level head. You’re like a freakin’ general out there, Nat.
He places his palms together now, almost in a praying motion.
Evan Envi: And then I’ll owe you. Tenfold. Please.
There is a moment of uneasy silence, as Natalie simply stares at Evan. She then lets out a long, drawn out sigh.
Natalie McKinley: Alright. Fine. I'll do it. I… just hope that I don't come to regret this.
Evan gives McKinley a broad smile before shrugging a bit, feigning confusion at her comment.
Evan Envi: Psh. Why would you?
Natalie raises her eyebrows a bit, placing her hands on her hips as she narrows her eyes at Envi. Evan sighs a little and nods, as if understanding the flaws in his approach.
Evan Envi: Look-- I can’t thank you enough, Nat. I just… if I could ask, out of curiosity, while we’re on the subject of Fujiko, anyway…
Natalie gives him an expectant look as the Chief starts to trail off.
Evan Envi: ...I…
He looks at Natalie and sighs, shaking his head a little, shrugging.
Evan Envi: Actually. It’s not even important. Don’t worry about it.
Natalie McKinley: If it wasn’t important, Evan, you wouldn’t have thought to ask it in the first place. Come on, wha--
???: We all ready?
Natalie makes no attempt to hide the eyeroll as the pair are interrupted by fellow Good Guy, Ricky Valero, drawing a harsh chorus of boos from Madison Square Garden. Ricky doesn’t wait for an answer, clapping his hands together once before looking at Evan with a broad grin.
Ricky Valero: I can’t wait to see the look on her stupid, fat face when she realizes that she’s not capping her year off with the Frontier Lion’s Cup trophy. No perfect ending. No World Championship.
The grin fades into a bitter smile. He gestures between himself and Evan.
Ricky Valero: No. She doesn’t deserve it. 2019 is our year and I don’t feel like waiting. We’re getting started on that tonight.
He slaps Evan’s shoulder and Evan smiles back at his best friend.
Evan Envi: Man-- see, Nat? That is the spirit. That’s the support I need to win the FLC twooooo years in a row. Richard gets it.
Ricky holds up two fingers for emphasis. Natalie doesn’t react, but simply keeps her gaze locked on Valero, who gives her a once-over, smug expression on his face. Natalie shakes her head a bit, speaking quietly.
Natalie McKinley: Let’s get this over with.
McKinley moves past the pair and out of the dressing room. Ricky waits until Natalie’s footsteps fade, suggesting she’s out of earshot before he turns toward Envi with a sigh.
Ricky Valero: Negative, isn’t she? Yet you insist we keep her around.
Envi blinks.
Evan Envi: She adds flavor, Richard. Be a team player.
Ricky Valero: I am, I am. I’ll prove that tonight.
With a nod, more to himself than to the Chief, Valero turns on his heel and walks out of the room. Envi scratches his head for a moment, a look of concern crossing his face-- but he dismisses the idea with the shake of his head as the scene fades.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:38:59 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (QUARTERFINALS)
Fujiko Mine vs. Evan Envi "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 Madison Square Garden, and the crowd begins stomping and clapping along as the song begins. The lights in MSG 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 MSG 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. Over her ring attire is a shirt that has her "Apex Goddess" logo on it. Behind her, the imposing XENA has her arms folded. 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: The following contest is a Quarterfinals match, scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, she is the “Apex Goddess”, 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. Xena clears the guardrail behind her, and 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?!"
Each time, blue and yellow streamers are thrown over her posing form. She takes any lingering streamers off her person, and then she comes down off the turnbuckle. She motions for the crowd to join in, and they oblige, the entire arena filled as the crowd joins in... "Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?" "Can You Feel It?!" Fujiko grins widely, then pulls the shirt off over her head and tosses it into the crowd. She then leans into the nearest corner, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, staring a hole through the curtain near the entrance area. Stephy Auger: i’ve been waiting for this ever since The Good Guys beat her down a few months ago! Finally, the Chief will shut her giant, gluttonous mouth! Kris Cruise: I know that Fujiko sure hasn’t forgotten about that heinous assault, and will probably be looking for revenge tonight. The familiar, frantic instrumental slams into the PA system, drawing a near-unanimous chorus of boos from the crowd. Multi-colored strobes dance throughout MSG as the Beatles’ “Helter Skelter” blares throughout the venue. Upon the first hint of vocals, Evan Envi steps through the curtains, onto the ramp, his signature jacket thrown on, hood pulled up over his head, slightly obscuring the view of his face. He takes a few steps forward, nodding a bit as Natalie McKinley steps out from the curtains behind him, arms crossed as she surveys the raucous crowd. J.A. Aldridge: ...and her opponent! Accompanied by Natalie McKinley and Ricky Valero...From Ocean City, Maryland, he is “THE CHIEF” Evan ENVI! Evan pulls his hood back, sneering out into the audience before walking forward, raising his signature Double V’s high into the air, glaring toward the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. The camera catches sight of XENA staring daggers at both Natalie and Ricky. Envi climbs the stairs and finally lowers his arms as he climbs the ropes near the turnbuckles as if walking a staircase, standing at the top as he unzips his jacket, mouthing off at the audience nearest him. Envi tosses his jacket to McKinley who catches it with ease as she walks the apron. Envi leaps from the top rope down into the ring, kissing the tips of his fingers before raising them high into the air in double presidential peace-signs, eyes closed, head tilted back in the center of the ring, seemingly unmoved by the jeers raining down on him while McKinley glares, unmoving into the hard camera. Evan opens his eyes and smirks, conversing with Natalie in the corner as he awaits action and the lights return to normal. Kris Cruise: Interesting that Evan would come out here with both Ricky Valero and Natalie McKinley-- but I can’t say I’m surprised. Stephy Auger: What? What is that tone for? What are you suggesting?! The cameras do their best to capture the palpable tension as Fujiko perches on the top turnbuckle, and Evan paces in his corner. Fujiko doesn’t budge, even after the referee’s urging. Stephy Auger: She’s holding up this contest! This is a forfeit if you ask me, ref! Kris Cruise: Would you stop? And-- jeez, just listen to this place!
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
Fujiko finally hops down off her perch and comes to the center of the ring. Her eyes don’t come off of Evan as she comes to the center of the ring. Evan appears a bit reluctant to come to the center.
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
“Let’s go FUJIKO!”
“ENVI SUCKS!”
Finally, Evan gets close enough that the referee decides to call for the bell. As soon as he does, Fujiko rushes forward and lays into a surprised Evan with rapid fire forearms to an explosion of cheers! Stephy Auger: Are you seri-- Cruise, do you see what I’m talking about?! Kris Cruise: Fujiko is laying right into the Chief at the opening bell! Here we go! Evan does his best to cover up as he is backing away to defend from the sudden onslaught. Fujiko is relentless as she fires lefts at Evan’s head. Evan backs into the corner and as he does, the referee gets Fujiko to back off. She does so begrudgingly, but the moment Evan steps out of the corner, she is back at him again with more shots. Stephy Auger: How is this allowed?! I’m gonna scream. The crowd cheers loudly as Fujiko switches to kicks, laying into Evan’s right hamstring, opening Evan up for more shots to the face. Evan backs into the corner and swings his torso through the middle ropes, trying to get more separation from the Apex Goddess. After warnings from the referee, she backs off just enough to satisfy the referee, but she paces quickly, ready to lay into him more. She seems ready to attack again, but Ricky Valero jumps on the apron, yelling at Fujiko. She narrows her eyes and immediately rushes Ricky, who jumps off the apron before Fujiko can reach her. Xena tries to rush over, but all this catches the referee’s attention. He warns the two of them, but this gives Evan the opportunity to blindside Fujiko, knocking her down to the mat with a clothesline to boos from the crowd! Natalie McKinley watches, eyes narrowed with folded arms on the far side of the ring. Kris Cruise: And now Evan-- I’m sure to your relief-- is taking advantage of the distraction! Stephy Auger: As he should! Evan sighs aloud, but stays on the attack and draws her up to her feet before throwing her back down with a snap suplex. Fujiko grimaces as she lands, but Evan stays on the attack, stomping at the former Pride champion in rapid succession. This causes the boos to rain down on Evan, but he ignores them until the referee forces him to stop. The crowd boos more, but The Chief ignores them and prepares. Fujiko tries to get to her feet, but Envi takes off into the ropes, and then hits her with a running European Uppercut that puts her back down on the mat. She tries to shake out the cobwebs, but is hit with an elbow drop. Evan then covers her. ONE . . . TWO . . . Fujiko kicks out, rolling onto her side to avoid any confusion. Evan pulls her back up to her feet, and then ducks behind her, throwing her to the mat with a German Suplex. He keeps it in a bridge, and the referee slides in to count. ONE . . . TWO . . Fujiko rolls her shoulder, but Evan doesn’t let go, rolling with her and pulling her back to her feet before snapping off another German suplex. He then hits another, bridging again. Fujiko doesn’t let him hold it, rolling her shoulder before the referee can get into position. Evan keeps the waistlock, but pulls her up. She tries to block it, but Evan forces her up. She breaks free mid lift, tucking forward into a modified Victory Roll, catching The Chief by surprise! ONE . . . TWO . . . THR-- no!Envi kicks out and springs to his feet. Fujiko attempts to attack, but Evan is quicker, taking her down with a rough Ura-Nage! Evan stumbles back into the corner, catching his breath as the boos rain down again. Kris Cruise: This crowd has been completely transparent about how they feel about the Chief, but it might be giving him some motivation here. He’s cut off Fujiko’s momentum quite effectively ever since the distraction by Ricky Valero. Stephy Auger: Hey, hey, don’t act like it was just Ricky! Xena’s a guilty party here. Fujiko pushes herself up, clutching the back of her head in pain as Envi steps out to the apron and ascends to the top rope. Valero loudly cheers him on and Evan shoots his fellow Good Guy a wink before perching on the top rope. Evan leaps off, nailing a Senton Bomb to the rising Fujiko, taking her to the mat. Ricky loudly cheers on the outside and Envi crawls toward Fujiko for the cover-- but Valero loudly tells Envi to go for the Classics! Envi raises a brow, but Valero insists, even throwing in an obligatory, “FINISH HER!” Envi shrugs and rolls to his knees, moving back to the corner. Kris Cruise: This could prove to be a mistake for Envi…! Envi smugly raises the double V’s high above his head, earning a loud chorus of boos. He climbs up to the second rope-- but the reaction of the audience changes! Ricky screams a warning and Envi pokes his head down, looking between his legs back at Fujiko… right in time to catch the Cheeky Nandos! The kick echoes through Madison Square Garden with a CRACK! and Fujiko immediately follows up, driving Evan from the corner to the canvas with a Powerbomb! The audience erupts! Kris Cruise: What a combination! Stephy Auger: Noooo! No! Xena slams her hands on the apron, willing Fujiko to make the pin! The briefly-disoriented Mine rolls over onto Evan, hooking the near leg while the capacity crowd counts along! ONE . . . TWO . . . THRRR-! Kris Cruise: A three-- NO! The Chief is still in this! Ricky puts his hands over his mouth and nose, stressed by how close of a call it was-- but his eyes widen again as Fujiko grabs Envi by the back of his head and tries to force him upright into position for a Reverse DDT! The audience roars again in anticipation for Ecstasy! Stephy Auger: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Envi squirms his way out of the hold and drops to the mat, quickly rolling out to the apron before dropping to the floor, staggering into the arms of Ricky Valero. Ricky angrily shouts for Natalie to join them for an “EMERGENCY HUDDLE, DAMNIT!” prompting McKinley to roll her eyes before joining Ricky and the groggy-eyed Chief while the ref begins a ten count. “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Kris Cruise: Evan might be buying himself some time to breathe, but no one’s paying attention to the Apex Goddess! Look out! Natalie McKinley is the first to break from the huddle, taking a few steps back as she tries to say something to the Good Guys-- but by the time they look up, it’s too late! Fujiko Mine runs across the apron and leaps off with a Shooting Star Press, taking both men to the ground! Ricky rolls across the floor, but Fujiko is quick to scramble to her feet and roll Envi into the ring! She follows after him and Envi pushes himself to a knee, trying to beg Fujiko off, but seamlessly she rushes forward, spiking him to the canvas with a Basement Rana! Envi slumps, face in the mat and butt in the air. Fujiko forces him over, hooking both legs! ONE . . . TWO . . . Envi shoots the shoulder off the mat and sits upright, but Fujiko rolls to her feet and hits the ropes-- rebounding to blast the sitting Envi with a Calf Kick! Envi holds his face, staggering to his feet in the corner… but out of the corner of the screen comes Fujiko with a Handspring into an Enzuigiri, smashing Envi across the jaw before he has a single second to breathe! CRACK! The shot echoes through MSG and Envi slumps against the ropes, throat resting across the middle. Fujiko rushes to the corner and steps up to the top before leaping off, nailing a Double Foot Stomp to the back of the head and neck of Envi, hotshotting him across the middle rope and sending him rolling to the center of the ring as Fujiko lands on the apron! Kris Cruise: Wow! Fujiko Mine nearly took the head off the former World Champion! Stephy Auger: Somebody do something! The crowd comes alive for Fujiko as she makes her way to the turnbuckles while the ref checks on the writhing Envi… but boos resonate as Ricky Valero grabs Fujiko’s ankle before she can ascend the turnbuckles! Kris Cruise: Oh, you’ve got to be joking! McKinkley shouts for Ricky to back off, but Valero yanks Fujiko all the way down to the floor! Fujiko slowly turns toward Ricky, glaring a hole through him… before she calmly steps out of the way, allowing Xena to stride forward, muscling both hands around Valero’s throat before slamming him against the ring post, glaring into his eyes! Caught off guard, Ricky’s face grows pale as he gasps for air… before Xena tosses him into the arms of the approaching Natalie McKinley, pointing a finger, giving the two an audible warning. McKinley glares back at Xena, unflinching… but Fujiko climbs back up to the apron and quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle-- --only for the recovered Envi to spring onto the middle rope and step up to the top, hitting a Belly-to-Belly Superplex to Fujiko! Both Grapplers bounce off the canvas as a roar surges through the arena! Envi clutches the back of his head, sitting upright. Outside the ring, Valero massages his throat, yelling this time for Envi to “just cave her goddamn face in!”, completely beside himself on the outside. Sighing, Envi shakes his head a little, crawling to the ropes to pull himself up. Kris Cruise: Ricky Valero is absolutely delirious with rage, Stephy. I don’t think even the Chief is willing to go to the lengths that Ricky is willing to go against Fujiko Mine. This is pure hatred, and he has to be careful because his emotions could make a difference in his best friend’s quarter-final Frontier Lion’s Cup match. Stephy Auger: Your negativity is overwhelming. Let’s talk about how the Chief just shifted momentum back in his favor. Envi, still holding his head, stalks the stirring Fujiko from behind as she begins to stir. She makes her way up to all fours, but Evan moves around her, trying to stay behind. Fujiko crawls towards the ropes, using them to help her get to her feet. Ricky approaches from the outside, but backs off when the ref points at him. As soon as Fujiko is up, Evan turns her around, applies a facelock, and drives her into the mat with a running bulldog! Fujiko barely moves off the mat after the move, and Evan pushes her over into a cover! ONE . . . TWO . . . TH-! Fujiko’s right shoulder shoots off the canvas, stopping the pinfall to cheers. Evan looks at the referee, but thinks better of it and stays on the attack. He pulls the Apex Goddess away from the ropes by her right leg, then wraps it over his neck and applies a Stretch muffler! The crowd boos as Fujiko groans in pain, and they boo further still while Evan repositions himself to be able to kick at Fujiko’s head. Stephy Auger: Absolute genius by the Chief! She’s got nowhere to go! Fujiko’s hair covers her face, and she blindly reaches out for the nearest rope. Unfortunately, she is just too far away as Evan cranks the hold. Xena slams her open palms on the ring apron, trying to will Fujiko back into the match. The crowd joins in, the stomps and claps growing in intensity as Fujiko waves off the referee. After a moment or two, her free leg swings and clips Evan on the top of the head. She rears it forward, and comes down on it again, but Evan keeps it on. The third time, it catches him in the face, and it’s enough to break the hold. Fujiko crumples in a heap on the mat while the Chief covers his face with his hands. Kris Cruise: This crowd desperately trying to will Fujiko back into this match! Stephy Auger: Too bad it won’t work! Fuji water is going to spend the rest of the night cleaning out catering, while the Chief moves on! Fujiko tries to get back to her feet, but her time spent in the submission hold hinders her progress. Ricky’s eyes flash with inspiration, and he suddenly waves the referee over to Evan, shouting something about his nose. Evan, confused, looks at Ricky, who winks and then drops down near the ring apron. Kris Cruise: What the hell is Valero doing?! The referee checks on the confused Chief, who tells him that he’s fine. Both Evan and the referee turn to see Valero in the ring near the stirring Fujiko, a metal pipe in hand! Stephy Auger: NO! Ref! Turn back around! YOU SAW NOTHINGGG! Ricky drops the pipe immediately, caught red handed. The referee kicks the pipe outside the ring and angrily yells at Ricky, who puts his hands in the air before he is yanked out of the ring by his feet by XENA! She doesn’t get a chance to attack, however, as the referee points to Natalie, then Xena, then the downed Ricky and sends them all to the back! Kris Cruise: Ricky’s plan didn’t work, and now all everyone at ringside is gone! Both Natalie and XENA yell that they weren’t doing anything, but the ref’s had enough. He waves them all to the back. Xena angrily drags Ricky up,and tosses him at Natalie while the focus goes back to ringside. Fujiko is back on her feet, but clearly favoring her left leg. Evan quickly shoots, scooping up her injured leg and holding it. Fujiko hops on her good leg twice, but then snaps off an Enziguri...that Evan ducks! She lands on her stomach, but kicks back and connects with Evan’s chest, forcing him to break his grip. Fujiko flips over, and then kips up part way, wrapping her ankles around his neck and taking him down with a kip-up rana! She then gets up, and yells out to the crowd! Kris Cruise: Fujiko finally getting some offense back in! Stephy Auger: Here’s hoping it doesn’t last long! Fujiko tries to work some feeling back into her hurt leg, and then advances on Evan. She opts instead to pummel his rising form with forearms, and then whips him into the nearest corner. He reverses, but she manages to stop herself before hitting the turnbuckle. It forces her to grimace, and as she turns Evan rushes her with a full head of steam! Stephy Auger: The Chief express about to punch a ticket into the next rou- Fujiko snaps off an overhead suplex, sending Evan crashing into the corner to more cheers! Kris Cruise: Not so fast! Fujiko pulls Evan out of the corner, and grabs Evan’s arm. She pulls him up slowly, the crowd buzzing as they know what’s coming. She spins, hitting Evan with a back kick to the torso, and then shoots out with The Bliss (Backflip Flash kick), but Evan leans back out of the way! Fujiko lands, and immediately tries it again, but she hesitates from the pain in her leg, and Evan takes advantage with the Kapowski kick! The crowd boos heavily as Fujiko crashes to the canvas. Stephy Auger: YES! It’s over! NIGHT NIGHT FUJI WATER! Evan crawls over to her and makes the cover. ONE . . . TWO . . . THREEE!~ NO! The crowd roars as Fujiko somehow beats the count! Evan looks on in disbelief, first to her, then to the referee, who shows only two fingers to Evan. Kris Cruise: Fujiko is still in this! Stephy Auger: ARGHHH! Evan slams his hand on the canvas, but then looks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He then looks at the fallen Fujiko, and nods. Envi drops to his back and rolls out to the apron, looking toward Fujiko with narrowed eyes before moving gingerly toward the turnbuckles. He begins to ascend to the top, but boos begin to echo throughout Madison Square Garden once again. A camera pans toward the audience, where several heads have turned in one particular direction, but the cameras never quite see what the disruption is. Stephy Auger: Rowdy fans starting fights in the crowd again, I bet. Don’t ever change, New York. Kris Cruise: Envi’s up top, but Fujiko’s halfway across the ring! Envi leaps from the top turnbuckle, but bounces off of the adjacent top rope before looking for a long-rage Springboard 450 Splash… and Fujiko rolls out of the way! Envi tucks and rolls through the move! He rebounds right as Fujiko rolls up to her feet, and both competitors go for a Single-Leg Dropkick at the same time, each one connecting with a sickening smack! and crashing to the canvas to a roar from those in MSG that see it-- though our cameras cut to the crowd again, where we see Ricky Valero peeking over the barricade, looking at the fallen Grapplers. Kris Cruise: Fujiko and Evan both connected with… oh… what is he DOING?! Is he TRYING to get Envi disqualified?! Envi is the first to his feet, unaware of the situation in the crowd. He signals for the end and forces Fujiko upright from behind, hooking her for the inverted facelock, setting up for the Guess Who! Stephy Auger: It won’t matter! The Chief has it handled! Guess Who--! Kris Cruise:Countered! Fujiko plants her feet and performs a backflip over Envi’s shoulder, landing behind him, capturing him in an inverted facelock instead, setting Envi up for the Reverse DDT for Ecstasy! Envi fights, squirming out of it, dropping down to a seated position before turning and picking the leg of Fujiko! Envi tries to apply the Knee Bar but Fujiko cries out, crawling for the ropes, inching closer… ...meanwhile, another camera catches XENA storming through the crowd, making a beeline for Ricky Valero! Valero seems unaware of it at first, still peering over the barrier, seemingly ready to pounce. Stephy Auger: Ricky! Oh God-- he has no idea Xena’s here! RICKYYY! He turns around, cursing aloud as Xena storms forward, blasting him with a forearm that sends him over the barricade and back into the rinside area, earning another roar from the already-deafening New York crowd! Xena hops the barricade with ease and stomps at Ricky, but Valero shoves her backwards into the steel steps! Xena writhes in pain, and this captures the referee’s attention! He angrily leans through the ropes, shouting at the already-ejected Valero and Xena-- but doesn’t catch Fujiko grabbing the bottom rope inside the ring! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Xena crawls… and the camera reveals that she’s grabbed the pipe that Valero dropped earlier! Valero crawls to his feet, ignoring the shouting of the ref, and moves over toward Xena-- but he takes a step back as she rises to her feet, seething, gripping the pipe in both hands. Stephy Auger: Oh no… RICKY, RUN! Ricky pivots as Xena gives chase outside the ring! The ref turns, finally giving his attention back to Envi and Fujiko, but Envi has already broken the hold. Fujiko clutches her leg in pain and Envi reaches down, pulling Fujiko to her feet, trying to hook her arms for “The Blues” Double-Arm DDT, but Fujiko shoves him away before falling to the mat, clutching at her leg again. She staggers to her feet as Envi comes near and grabs at her arms again, but Fujiko wrenches free and shoves Envi back once more, managing to stand her ground this time. Kris Cruise: Evan Envi can’t capitalize! Evan Envi, frustrated, takes a stride toward Fujiko… but he’s stopped in his tracks as Fujiko reaches both hands up to Envi’s jaw and pulls him forward, planting a kiss on the Chief’s lips! While many pockets of the crowd erupt, some are stunned into silence-- including Ricky Valero, who has just rolled into the ring, eyes growing wide as saucers, face growing red as he witnesses it! Kris Cruise:WHAAATTT?! Fujiko’s hair falls over her face as well as her opponent’s, masking the shocking act from the crowd. The bewildered Valero pushes himself to his feet, walking toward the pair, but seamlessly, Fujiko pulls away from the stunned Envi and twists him around by the wrist, pulling him into the reverse headlock, looking to set up Ecstasy! Xena slides into the ring behind Valero and charges at him-- but Valero side-steps, sending Xena into Fujiko and Envi, forcing Fujiko to release the hold! Envi crashes to the mat and immediately, the ref turns and calls for the bell! Boos fill Madison Square Garden! Kris Cruise: What just happened?! Stephy Auger: XENA JUST HAPPENED! The bell has already sounded, but Xena, still gripping the pipe, swings full-force into Evan’s ribs as he climbs back up! Envi cries out in agony and Xena turns, swinging at Ricky Valero’s skull! Valero ducks out of the way and rolls out of the ring, screaming that Xena is “out of her goddamn mind!”J.A. Aldridge: ...ladies and gentlemen… your winner as the result of a disqualification, and advancing in the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup… ... EVAAANNN ENNNVIIIII! Kris Cruise: No. Way. Stephy Auger: I KNEW Xena would do something like this! Fujiko couldn’t contain her desires anymore and it sent Xena into a blind rage! She cost Fujiko this match, Cruise! Don’t you dare pin this on Ricky Valero! Don’t you dare! The boos are deafening as Fujiko, leaning in the corner, finally realizes what’s happened. Xena seems to realize it as well, running a hand over her face and through her hair as she drops the pipe. Ricky Valero drags Envi out of the ring, guiding Evan’s arm around his shoulders to keep him upright, sneering at the occupants of the ring… though Envi looks to be caught somewhere between shocked and confused as he looks at them. Valero guides Envi up the ramp, but Fujiko is pacing inside the ring, hands over her mouth as Xena calmly attempts to explain her side of the story. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:39:28 GMT -5
As Night One of Final Frontier continues, the cameras find Spencer Burke stood somewhere backstage at Madison Square Garden, with microphone in hand.
Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time... the FGA United States Tag Team Champions, Neal Durden and Lowri Moss… Pendragon!
The camera pans out, and the audience respond with a loud cheer, as the two Welsh grapplers come into view, both of whom are dressed in their respective ring attire and Pendragon t-shirts, each with their half of the US tag team titles draped over their shoulders.
Spencer Burke: While most of the focus tonight is on the Frontier Lions Cup, there’s also a pair of championship matches set to take place, and the first of those will see the two of you defend your titles against the team of Silk & Cyanide. However, before we discuss that match, I wanted to ask you both, are you feeling any disappointment about not still being involved in the Frontier Lions Cup, after each having already been eliminated from the tournament?
Lowri Moss: After what I said the last time I spoke to you, Spencer, I think you already know that I had aimed to go far in the tournament. I wanted this to be a busy weekend for me. I wanted to be in the finals of the Frontier Lions Cup tonight, and then tomorrow night, I wanted to defend these titles with Neal.
Lowri casts a quick glance at the belt that is resting on her shoulder.
Lowri Moss: I wanted to be like Logan Alexander, who has got his quarterfinal coming up shortly, and who tomorrow will be teaming with Ashlyn De Luca to defend the world tag team titles against the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad; I wanted to be like Sadie San Francisco, who was in the night’s opening match, and who tomorrow will be challenging Marlon Cure for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. I guess it wasn’t meant to be though, for me - not this year, at least. And I’m not too disappointed about it, Spencer. I mean, there’s no shame in losing to Evan. He might not be the most popular person on the FGA roster, but he is a former World Champion, after all, and so the defeat that I suffered against him last week… well, let’s just say that it didn’t exactly ruin my Christmas.
A wry smile crosses Lowri’s face.
Lowri Moss: We saw the match earlier between Fujiko and Evan, but you know, Spencer, if things had worked out differently, that match could’ve been me versus Neal; if there is any disappointment on my part, it’s that that didn’t come to pass.
She turns to look at her partner, who seems to share Lowri’s sentiments, as his eyes would let you know. But, as usual, there is something resembling a smile on his face, which quickly turns into a smirk.
Neal Durden: If anything, our exits in the tournament allowed us to focus on the task at hand. We’ve been pulling double duty, if you will, all year long. Taking care of business left and right. Lowri carrying two titles at once, me with the focus on Pendragon and the Rey del Aire tournament, defending these belts while also dealing with personal stuff outside of the ring. It’s been that kind of year for us… so, to me, it’s kinda relaxing to just have one thing to focus on.
A wry smile appears on Neal’s face as he turns to Lowri.
Neal Durden: That thing, Spencer, are the belts resting over our shoulders. Teams have come and gone, aiming to claim these titles off of us. Teams have thrown their best shots, their best attempts at mind games, their best after match ambushes at us; yet, here we stand, still the champions.
Neal looks at both Spencer and Lowri.
Spencer Burke: Two teams in particular that typify those characteristics are the Tenacious Wrecking Crew, who you successfully defended your titles against at Capital Combat, and Silk & Cyanide, who as I already mentioned, are your opponents here tonight.
Lowri and Neal simultaneously nod their heads in acknowledgement.
Spencer Burke: It was immediately after your win against Dom Harter and Annie Zellor that the two of you were attacked by Erin Mariani and Sara Mason, and you have both of course had other run-ins with Silk & Cyanide since then, including just last week, when, Lowri, following your match against Evan Envi, you were on the receiving end of a similar attack, until Neal made the save. With that in mind, is this match tonight about more for you than simply defending the United States tag titles - is it also about getting revenge?
Neal simply lets out a slight sigh, before answering Spencer’s question.
Neal Durden: It feels like every match we have for these titles has something else for us to fight for that’s not exclusively the belts. This time, as it appears, is no different. Silk & Cyanide have done damage to us already. They have taken their shots at us and seem like a formidable pair.
A slight smirk appears on Neal’s face as he looks at Lowri before continuing.
Neal Durden: Yet, they’re not against another team out of the bunch. They’re against, arguably, one of the best, if not THE BEST tag team in wrestling today. They didn’t learn from Dom and Annie’s mistake and poked the dragons, now they will meet them in the ring.
Lowri Moss: The emotions connected to this match aren’t the same as the ones that surrounded the match we had at Capital Combat. Dom had been a thorn in our side for over a year, which I’m sure is something that he will continue to be, while Annie was a friend turned foe. That match was personal; we wanted revenge for everything that they had done to us, and we got it. But Mariani and Mason… yeah, there have been some post-match assaults, as you just brought up, Spencer, but at times they’ve also been a bit more…
There is a momentary pause, as Lowri tries to come up with an appropriate adjective.
Lowri Moss: Subtle, I guess. Like the confrontation I had with them prior to my match against Ricky Valero, when they insinuated that they either had done something to Neal or we're going to do something to him. It turned out they were just toying with me, Neal hadn’t come to any harm, but they still managed to plant that seed in my head. However, while Silk & Cyanide are better at playing mind games than The New Murder, are they going to fare any better than the crows did at trying to take our titles from us?
Lowri looks to Neal for an answer to her question, and he responds with a shake of his head. She then turns back to Spencer.
Lowri Moss: Silk & Cyanide made it their aim to torment us, with their ultimate objective being to end our reign as champions. They may have succeeded with the former, to an extent, but now that they’ve got their shot at these titles, they’re not going to succeed with the latter, and although exacting revenge isn’t really at the forefront of our minds, I suppose defeating them, to retain our titles, would be a good way to get a bit of retribution for recent events.
Spencer Burke: The two of you have been the United States Tag Team Champions for six months now, so what would it mean to you to end the year as champions, and continue your reign on into the New Year?
Lowri runs her index finger across the faceplate of her title belt.
Lowri Moss: I think it would mean everything to us - it would be the ideal way for us to end our first full year in FGA. No one can honestly say that we haven’t worked hard to get to where we are, or that we haven’t earned the success that we’ve had during this year, and tonight - and next year and beyond - we’ll continue to show that we’re the best tag team in FGA, as well as one of the best tag teams anywhere.
Neal looked at Lowri and echoed her sentiments.
Neal Durden: As Lowri said, it would be the perfect way to prove what we’ve been saying all along, that we are one of the best tag teams in the world. But, it would also be the exclamation point to our year; one that began with a lot of turmoil and uncertainty. So, to head into the New Year still the FGA US Tag Team champs would be huge for both of us.
Lowri Moss: We’re going to get the better of Silk & Cyanide, just like every other team that has crossed our paths in the past half a dozen months, then hopefully in the New Year we’ll be able to look forward to a match with Fujiko Mine and Izzy Anders - because that’s a match we both want to happen. And then, we’ll get the better of them too.
With a smile on her face, Lowri gives Spencer a wink, before she grabs Neal by the arm and pulls him away, heading off to finalize their preparations for their match. However, she can then be heard singing a well known Christmas carol, albeit with amended lyrics.
Lowri Moss: On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Five Guys for dinner, a fourth win this year on pay-per-view, a three count by the referee, two members of Silk & Cyanide defeated, and another successful US tag title defense.
Neal whispered something to Lowri, which the camera was just about able to pick up.
Neal Durden: I thought I was the corny one…
The Welsh couple then share a laugh, as the camera cuts back to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:40:01 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (QUARTERFINALS)
Shintaro Majima vs. Ashley Sullivan The opening guitar riff of "Warrior" by Skarlett Riot begins to play over the sound system seconds before the Hybrid Champion Ashley Sullivan walks out onto the stage. Pointing out to the fans all over the arena, Sullivan walks down to the ring. Once she gets down to ringside, and gets on the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside. She nimbly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside to perch atop the top rope as she sits on her knees. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Quarterfinals match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Bradley Beach, New Jersey… ASHLEY SULLIVAN! With her name being announced, Ashley holds both of her arms up as she lays back on the turnbuckle post behind her. Flashing from cameras going off all around her, Sullivan rolls forwards to flip down into the ring and land on her feet. Geoff Penzer: Ashley Sullivan has had a great 2018 as she returned to FGA earlier this year. Tonight, she can put an exclamation point on the year by winning the Frontier Lions Cup. But as I stated earlier, the man that’s about to come through those curtains is always a tough out. Ash Sully will have her hands full when she faces off against “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 Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Gifu, Japan! Weighing in at 241 pounds! He is “The Strong Style Savior”, SHINTARO MAJIMA! Once he reaches ringside Majima climbs the ring steps and steps into the ring, loosening his robe and removing his sunglasses before he walks towards the corner he has decided is his, at which point he removes his robe and places it and his sunglasses in the corner, pausing to wipe the back of each hand in the palm of the other in preparation for what is to follow. Geoff Penzer: Shintaro Majima has made waves over on Flashpoint by advancing to the quarterfinals of the Frontier Lions Cup. Everyone assumed that he would be one and done. But the “Strong Style Savior” has proven that he hasn’t come here to play. The former 15 Champion and former World Tag Champions is here to win. By his side throughout this journey has been his partner, “Smart” Mark Bisley, who is conspicuous by his absence here tonight. The bell sounds as Majima and Sullivan circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Sullivan places him in a side headlock. With a bit of maneuvering, Majima is able to slip out from behind. He quickly wraps up the AAA member with a rear waistlock before attempting a German Suplex. But on the way up, Sullivan elbows him in the face. Once Sullivan is lowered back down, she delivers two more back elbows to break the hold. Now free, Sullivan takes off into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd gasps when Majima runs forward and throws out the Kurimuzon Kasai! … but Sullivan is able to slide underneath it. Once Sullivan scrambles back to a vertical base, Majima throws out a roundhouse kick. Again, the crowd gasps as Sullivan is able to duck the kick just in time. Once Sullivan stands back up, The Strong Style Savior knocks her back with stinging backhand chops to the chest. He then takes Sullivan and whips her into the corner. Majima rushes in to attack when Sullivan stops him with a boot to the face. She then takes Majima, switches places in the corner and delivers a series of knife edge chops. Once she’s done, Majima quickly grabs her, tosses her back into the corner and doubles her over with an open hand chop to the chest. He then takes Sullivan and shoots her over into the far corner. Majima runs across the ring to attack when Sullivan counters with a back elbow to the face. As Majima stumbles back, Sullivan hoists herself up onto the middle ropes. Before she can do anything, Majima reaches forward, grabs Sullivan by the legs and yanks her off the ropes. The crowd boos when Sullivan lands back-first on the mat. As Sullivan sits up, Majima delivers several soccer kicks to the spine. Majima reaches down, pulls up Sullivan and quickly maneuvers himself behind her. The Strong Style Savior hooks each arm and lifts her up for the Tora O Rirīsu (release tiger suplex)! But Sullivan is able to counter with a wheelbarrow victory roll! ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima kicks out. After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Majima throws out an open hand slap. But Sullivan ducks and counters with a right hand. Majima throws out another open hand slap. This time, with his left hand. But again, Sullivan ducks and counters with a right hand. She then begins to knock Majima back with another trio of right hands. While Majima looked stunned, Sullivan turns and runs into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, Majima grabs her by the back of the neck, runs and chucks her over the top rope and to the floor! Sullivan begins to stir on the outside while Majima watches her intently. The Strong Style Savior then turns and runs into the far ropes. When Majima comes back, he runs forward and leaps through the ropes of an elbow suicida. But Sullivan dives out of the way, causing Majima to crash on the floor! Sullivan crawls over towards the ring. After pulling herself up using the edge of the apron, Sullivan climbs up onto the apron and steps back. The AAA member gets the crowd hyped up by frantically waving her arm up and down. Majima begins to stir down on the floor. He then turns over on all fours before getting up to a knee. When Majima gets back to a vertical base and turns around, Sullivan runs along the apron, flips off and brings him down with a Blockbuster! The crowd boos as Mark Bisley can be seen marching down the ramp. Geoff Penzer: What is Mark Bisley doing out here? I know that he’s been solidly behind Majima after he himself was eliminated in the qualifiers. But this is not a tag team match. Bisley has no business being out here. Back at ringside near the commentary table, Sullivan picks up Majima and rolls him back inside. She then rolls back into make the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima kicks out. Sullivan picks up Majima and whips him into the ropes. When Majima returns, Sullivan brings him down with a hurricanrana. She then turns and hits the ropes. When Sullivan returns, she delivers the Wind Whisper (Rolling Senton)! She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. At ringside, Bisley can be seen slapping the apron to try and rally behind his Smart Style teammate. Back in the ring, Sullivan grabs Majima and brings him down with a side russian leg sweep. Sullivan then heads into the corner, springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips back and crashes down on him with a moonsault! She hooks the leg. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Sullivan picks up Majima and whips him into the corner. She then runs across the ring and throws out the Wind Kick (running boot kick in the corner). But Majima steps out, catches Sullivan and counters with a leg capture suplex into the turnbuckles! Geoff Penzer: What a counter by Majima! That may have just turned the tide here in this match! As Sullivan turns and sits up near the corner, Majima darts over and bashes her with the Noshinto (running knee to an opponent sat in the corner)! He drags Sullivan away from the corner before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sullivan gets her shoulder up. Majima picks up Sullivan, hooks her arms from behind and hurls her over his head with the Tora O Rirīsu! After hitting the mat, Sullivan momentum sends her rolling out of the ring and to the floor. Majima returns to his feet before heading into the far ropes. When Majima comes back, he slows down to a stop when he sees Bisley holding up Sullivan in place for him on the outside. Geoff Penzer: What is Bisley doing? Majima can get the job done by himself, as evidenced by the fact that the Strong Style Savior is still in this tournament and he isn’t! The ref can be seen scolding Bisley. Majima then moves the ref to the side before looking at Bisley with confusion. Bisley continues to encourage Majima to hit the elbow suicida while he’s got Sullivan held up for him. But Majima shakes his head ‘no’, telling “Smart” Mark than he can do this himself. While the Smart Style members are debating, Sullivan recovers swats Bisley’s hands from off of her and nails him with multiple right hands. The crowd continues to cheers as Sullivan unloads on Bisley! Geoff Penzer: Sullivan is taking it to Bisley! Bisley gets dropped with a final right hand! When Sullivan turns to face the ring, she gets flattened by an elbow suicida from Majima! The Strong Style Savior returns to his feet, turns to the downed Bisley and sternly tells him that he’s got this. He then grabs Sullivan and rolls her back inside. Majima slides back in, picks up Sullivan and drags her back towards the center of the ring. He pulls Sullivan up into a standing headscissors and positions her for a powerbomb. Majima tries to hoist her up. But Sullivan blocks by wrapping her arms around his leg. So Majima counters with clubbing strikes across the back. He then goes for another powerbomb. This time, Sullivan counters by dropping down to a knee. So Majima steps back and catches her with a Kawada Kick to the face! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! The crowd cheers when Sullivan gets her shoulder up. Majima picks up Sullivan and whips her into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, Majima throws her down with a Uragaeshi (STO to a running opponent)! He then reaches down, grabs Sullivan by the wrist and pulls her back up before delivering the Akuma-fu (repeated short-arm clotheslines)! Majima then picks Sullivan back up, hoists her up and delivers a release powerbomb! He drops down and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THR-NO! The crowd cheers when Sullivan gets her shoulder up. Majima picks up Sullivan and sends her into the corner with an irish whip. The Strong Style Savior heads across the ring and throws out the Kao No Nai (yakuza kick to a cornered opponent). But Sullivan catches his foot! While keeping a hold of Majima’s foot, Sullivan moves him out of the corner before shoving him down to the mat. As Majima rolls backwards and over onto his knees, the crowd cheers when Sullivan rushes over before flattening him with a Shining Wizard! Bisley is once again seen slapping the apron as he shouts words of encouragement over to Majima. Back inside the ring, the two grapplers begin to stir on the mat. Once they return to a vertical base, Majima is the first to strike with a kick to the midsecti-NO! Sullivan catches his foot. Majima then quickly goes to follow up with an enzuigiri. But Sullivan ducks! She then reaches down, pulls up Majima from behind, grabs him and brings him down face-first onto the canvas with a reverse side russian legsweep! She pushes Majima over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Majima gets his shoulder up. Sullivan picks up Majima and goes for an irish whip. But he reverses. When Sullivan returns, Majima throws out the Kurimuzon Kasai again. This time, Sullivan ducks, floats over across his back and brings him down with a crucifix pin! ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Majima slips out. As Majima tries to get back to a vertical base, Sullivan beats him to the punch. She quickly darts over, grabs Majima and brings him down with a one-handed bulldog! Bisley has seen enough and climbs up onto the apron. Geoff Penzer: The ref needs to step in and get him out of here. We saw that nonsense happen at the end of Fujiko Mine’s match with Evan Envi. We don’t need any more matches here tonight marred with interfered. Sullivan turns and double take when she sees Bisley pointing at her. The AAA member then gets back to a vertical base and starts to make her way over towards him. The ref approaches Sullivan, but she holds her arm out to keep him at bay. Bisley continues to yell at Sullivan and vice versa. While this is happening, Majima stirs on the mat before turning over onto a knee. He looks over and sees Sullivan with her back turned to him. So The Strong Style Savior rises to his feet. Majima charges forward and throws out the Kurimuzon Kasai. But at the last second, Sullivan spins out of the way, causing Bisley to get caught with the lariat. The crowd explodes with cheers as Bisley flies off the apron before crashing to the floor. Geoff Penzer: Bisley just got knocked into next week by the lariat! Majima steps away from the ropes. When he turns around, he gets caught with Into Dust (Codebreaker)! While Majima is sprawled out on the mat, Sullivan steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. The cheers continue as Sullivan leaps off and crashes across Majima with the Sunset (Swanton Bomb)! She turns over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! The crowd cheers as “Warrior” plays over the PA. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, ASHLEY SULLIVAN! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:40:29 GMT -5
Shifting to the backstage area of Madison Square Garden, we come across the Chaotics together in their dressing room, earning a loud but very mixed reaction from smarky New York. Logan is sitting on a bench against the wall across from the doorway leading into the room from the hallway. He’s leaning forward with his head hanging down. Ashlyn, uncharacteristically, appears preoccupied with her tablet, a distant half-smile on her face. Unlike Logan she isn’t dressed to compete, but wearing black skinny jeans and a t-shirt which features, conspicuously, the image of an anthropomorphic bull holding a plate of pie, raising its brow. Logan blows out a breath without looking up.
Logan Alexander: You’d think that after doing this sort of stuff for years, there wouldn’t be any sort of big match jitters to worry about.
He shakes his head for a few moments. Ashlyn acknowledges him with an arched brow, turning her head ever-so-slightly in his direction, but doesn’t look up from the tablet.
Logan Alexander: Even though we’ve already talked about it… I still have that nagging feeling that by going all in here tonight and doing my damnedest to win the Frontier Lion’s Cup is just going to sabotage our chances tomorrow night. The last thing I want to do is give Dan, Peaches and Hadley the satisfaction of getting one over on us… especially by being selfish here tonight. Conversely, it feels like it took forever to get here… and the thought of squandering this opportunity, and after beating Karma cleanly, just to be sure the Herreras get what’s coming to them…
He trails off leaving the thought incomplete. Ashlyn closes the cover on her tablet and places it aside, giving Logan a confident smirk.
Ashlyn De Luca: Oh. Oh, they’re gonna get what’s coming to them. Trust me. You focus on winning the whole damn thing tonight, Logan. That’s the [MUTE] we do. One of us goes to the end, brings that Cup home, and goes on to become the International Heavyweight Champion. That was the plan the moment we figured out what Hadley was up to. Tomorrow doesn’t change that.
Ashlyn pushes herself to her feet, looking at Logan for a moment before her eyes drift toward the FGA World Tag Team Championships, both stacked on the wooden table moved off to the corner of the room, surrounded by their bags. She looks back toward her partner, wearing a serious expression.
Ashlyn De Luca: Don’t let them dictate this. Go all in tonight. Let me worry about tomorrow, if it comes to that.
She shakes her head slightly.
Ashlyn De Luca: They got us once, with that BS qualifier. We’re not letting them get us again. Not through this tournament.
Another loud exhale comes from Logan in response. There’s a lengthy silence from her partner. Ashlyn clears her throat.
Ashlyn De Luca: ...you good?
After a small pause, Logan speaks up.
Logan Alexander: You’re right. I know we talked before… I just really needed to hear you reaffirm it here.
Lifting his head, Logan looks to Ashlyn and meets her gaze.
Logan Alexander: I want to make sure that Final Frontier isn’t the event that drives us apart. I just want to be sure that we’re on the same page here.
Ashlyn shakes her head, the smirk returning to her face.
Ashlyn De Luca: I never congratulated you, did I?
Logan smiles slightly at Ashlyn in return.
Logan Alexander: No. I don’t think that ever did come up.
Ashlyn De Luca: Well… it’s also not going to, so, suck it up. We have goons to smack, Logan, focus.
Logan snorts in response to that. Ashlyn picks her tablet back up off of the bench she’d been sitting on and tucks it to her side. She observes Logan for a moment before giving him an inquisitive look.
Ashlyn De Luca: You nervous?
Logan Alexander: Nothing beyond the norm. After last week, I don’t want to fumble what may be a golden opportunity. Beating Karma and not making it to the finals will feel like I came up short. I think my hashtag would be finals or bust tonight.
He smiles again.
Logan Alexander: But I’ve spent all week prepping for the possibility of three matches, studying seven opponents. I have to get through an army of strikers tonight, and most of them are over a decade younger than me. Not a good situation for an old man like me. I live for challenges though… and I never give a damn about the odds. I just…
He pauses for a few moments.
Logan Alexander: When the dust settles out there tonight, I don’t want to have any regrets. I want to be able to come back here with my head held high, even if I come up short.
Ashlyn gazes at him, nodding. She doesn’t necessarily smile, but gives him a look of understanding.
Ashlyn De Luca: Welp. Guess that part’s up to you, champ.
He nods.
Logan Alexander: Well, it is now. Thanks for giving me some peace of mind here tonight, partner.
He extends his left arm, holding out a closed fist towards Ashlyn. Without a word, Ashlyn reciprocates, giving her partner a wink and obligatory, obnoxious tongue click. Logan then stands up, lets out one more breath.
Logan Alexander: Guess it’s time to find out where the chips are gonna fall.
Ashlyn nods to her partner again. Logan turns and head over to the table to scoop up both FGA World Tag Team Championship belts. Ashlyn lingers for a moment, pulling open the cover of her tablet, looking at it for a few seconds before the smirk returns to her face. Calmly, she closes it and moves over toward the table, setting the tablet down and accepting one of the FGA World Tag Team Championship belts from Logan. Leading the way, Logan fastens his half of the championship around his waist, then he pulls open the door and steps out into the hallway, glancing back over his shoulder. De Luca turns back and steps out into the hallway behind her partner, allowing the door to slam shut behind her as the scene fades.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:41:45 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (QUARTERFINALS)
Cassius Reed vs. Logan Alexander The lights in the arena slowly fade to darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, back turned toward the ring. As the lights in the arena begin to systematically brighten, it becomes clear that the figure is Ashlyn De Luca. The arena plunges into darkness once more, earning a cheap pop from the live audience for theatrics-- before all of the lights scream to life, casting a blinding glow down on the pair at the top of the ramp. While Ashlyn De Luca now faces the ring, arms still above her head, our camera swing to reveal Logan standing with his back to hers, arms held out straight to the side. Ashlyn lowers her arms, pointing a two-handed “finger gun” toward the camera with a smirk, though she abandons it as she and the hooded Logan Alexander abruptly part, marching toward the ring with a purpose. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is Quarterfinals match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 227 pounds! He is LOGAN ALEXANDER! Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience while Logan walks to the ring apron, stepping inside. Ashlyn ever-so-faintly smiles into the audience again before rushing to the barricade. Our hard camera takes over, with Ashlyn leaping onto the barricade, arms wide as she screams back out into the raucous audience. Behind her, Logan mounts the bottom-and-middle ropes, arms held to his side in a similar pose. Ashlyn drops from the barricade, sliding into the ring beneath the ropes and Logan, hopping to her feet on the opposite side of the ring, screaming out into the other side of the audience as they rise to their feet. Logan drops down from the ropes and bumps forearms with De Luca in the center of the ring as they pass each other, mounting opposite corners to look out into the masses. The Chaotics remove their hoodies, tossing them simultaneously into the crowd as their music fades. Geoff Penzer: Here we are with our fourth and final quarterfinals of the night. Logan Alexander is out first being accompanied by the other half of the World Tag Team Champions, Ashlyn De Luca. Be it by coincidence or otherwise, Alexander was forced to compete against De Luca in the qualifiers. That match was an absolutely barn burner that saw Alexander advance. Then at Winter Frontier, Alexander scored what is arguably the upset of the year when he defeated Johnny Karma. It looked like the stars were aligned for Karma to come to MSG, in his own backyard, and potentially run the gauntlet and win the Frontier Lions Cup in front of friends and family. But Karma is at home while Alexander is here with the opportunity of a lifetime. The competition doesn’t get any easier for Alexander has he has to go one on one with The Iron King… the Funky Dragon himself, Cassius Reed. 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! 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: And his opponent, Fighting out of Funkytown, USA, and tipping the scales tonight at 205lbs…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 is out next. When you see The Funky Dragon in a tournament, the smart bet would be to put money down on him. In 2016, he won the Passion of the Juniors Cup. In 2017, he became Iron King. Earlier this year, he won the Rey del Aire tournament. Are we looking at the 2018 Frontier Lions Cup winner? The bell sounds as Alexander and Reed lock up. Alexander quickly takes Reed down to the mat with a single leg. He quickly tries to apply the Perfect Chaos Theory (Sharpshooter version)! But Reed uses his legs to shove Alexander down to the mat. As both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Alexander gets caught with right jabs from Reed. The Funky Dragon then takes Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns he knocks Reed off his feet with a lariat takedown! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed kicks out. Alexander pulls Reed back to his feet and goes for a snap suplex. But Reed blocks it. Alexander tries to muscle Reed for up for another snap suplex but again, Reed blocks it. Reed then counters with a snap suplex of his own. He turns over into a lateral press. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Reed picks up Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, Reed knocks him off his feet with a running dropkick. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Reed picks up Alexander and knocks him back with a European Uppercut. A second European Uppercut knocks Alexander backwards into the ropes. Reed then heads over, takes Alexander and whips him into the far ropes. When Alexander returns, Reed doubles him over with a left cross to the body. He then grabs Alexander before planting him with a Snap DDT! Reed gets back to his feet and goes for a handstand leg drop. But Alexander rolls out of the way. Before Reed can return to a vertical base, Alexander grabs a hold of his leg, lifts it up and delivers an elbow drop across it. He returns to his feet, holds up Reed’s leg and delivers a second elbow drop across it. Alexander then takes the leg and drags Reed across the ring and into the corner. He then rolls to the outside and pulls Reed closer to the ring post. He tries to apply a figure four leglock around the ring post. But again, Reed uses his leg strength to shove Alexander off of him, sending Chaos Stryke into the guardrail. Reed then scoots himself away from the corner before returning to his feet. While Reed tries to shake off the pain in his leg, Alexander comes off the guardrail and rolls back inside. After returning to his feet, he tries to clip the back of Reed’s leg. But Reed is able to spin out of the way. Once Alexander gets back to his feet and turns around, Reed is able to bring him down with What The Funk (handstand handspring headscissors takedown)! Reed gets back to his feet and heads into the ropes as Alexander turns over. When Reed gets back to his feet, he comes back and executes a running huracanrana, sending Alexander down to the mat and rolling out onto the apron. As Alexander pulls himself up using the ropes, Reed rushes over before clobbering Alexander with a discus punch, knocking him off the apron and to the floor. While Alexander tries to shake out the cobwebs on the outside, Reed can be seen doing the Ali Shuffle back in the ring. When Alexander starts to pick himself up on the outside, Reed turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he brings Alexander down with a slingshot huracanrana to the outside! Reed picks up Alexander and slams him face-first onto the apron before shoving him back inside. He then rolls back in and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Reed picks up Alexander and knocks him back into the corner with a left cross. The Funky Dragon heads into the corner and delivers alternating right jabs to the head and body. He follows up with a European Uppercut. After sending Alexander into the opposite corner with an irish whip, Reed runs across the ring to attack. Alexander counters by ducking and dumping him over the top rope. But Reed successfully lands on his feet on the apron. When Alexander turns around, he throws out a right hand, which Reed ducks. He quickly throws out a left, which Reed also ducks. Reed quickly counters with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then goes for a springboard maneuver. But while Reed is in mid jump, Alexander catches him with a superkick to the face, sending Reed tumbling to the floor! Alexander rolls to the outside and sizes up Reed. Once Reed gets to his feet and turns around, Alexander rushes over before throwing him down with the Chaotic Impact (STO) on the floor! He pulls Reed up and rolls him back inside before sliding back in. He then drags Reed away from the ropes before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed gets his shoulder up. Alexander quickly pulls Reed into a side headlock and goes for a bulldog when Reed shoves him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, he sees Reed setting up for a back body drop. So he stops and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. He then drags Reed over towards the corner before climbing up onto the middle ropes. Alexander aims for a second rope elbow drop when Reed raises his foot up. He tries to catch Alexander on the way down. But Alexander has it well scouted and catches his foot. He then drags Reed over towards the center of the ring and goes for a figure four. But Reed reaches up and pulls him down into a modified small package. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. When both grapplers return to their feet, Alexander nails him with a palm thrust before bringing him down with a Flatliner! He pushes Reed over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed gets his shoulder up. As Alexander slowly pulls up Reed, Reed starts to hit him with rights and lefts to the body. Alexander quickly cuts the comeback off by spiking him with the Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT)! He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Reed gets his shoulder up. Alexander pulls up Reed, positions himself behind him and goes for a German Suplex. But before he can even lift Reed up off the mat, Reed counters with multiple back elbows to the face. After performing a standing switch, Reed grabs Alexander and counters with a belly to back suplex. Both grapplers begin to stir on the mat. They try to get back to a vertical base. Reed beats Alexander to the punch and follows up with a split-legged stunner that causes Alexander to stagger back. Reed gets back to his feet and heads into the ropes. When The Funky Dragon returns, Alexander hotshots him across the top rope! Alexander pulls Reed up, drags him back towards the center of the ring and sets up for another Chaotic Shockwave. This time, Reed reaches up and grabs Alexandr by the wrist, spins out of the hold and whacks Alexander across the face with a Pimp Slap! Alexander tries to answer back with a right hand. But Reed blocks the punch and counters with a Spanish Archer (Bionic Elbow)! Reed looks for another Spanish Archer when Alexander cuts him off with a palm thrust. He then hits Reed with another palm thrust… and another… and an-NO! Reed cuts him off with Johnny Cage (split-legged punch to the midsection). While Alexander is doubled over, Reed rolls backwards and gets his feet. He then turns and heads into the ropes. When Reed returns, he brings Alexander down with SWEET CHRISTMAS (sunset flip powerbomb)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander gets his shoulder up. Reed mounts himself on top of Alexander and rains down MMA-style mounted punches. He then gets to his feet before heading out onto the apron. Reed then scales to the top turnbuckle. The Funky Dragon flips off for a diving somersault leg drop. But Alexander rolls out of the way, causing Reed to crash onto the canvas. As Reed rolls over onto all fours, Alexander gets back to his feet. He reaches down, hoists Reed back up to his feet and delivers the Chaotic Repeater (multiple rolling German Suplexes)! After the fifth German, Alexander rolls over, pulls Reed back up to his feet, applies an inverted front facelock from behind, lifts him up and delivers the Chaotic Shockwave (inverted Implant DDT)! Alexander pulls Reed back up to his feet by the hair. After applying a three quarter facelock, Alexander brings him down with the Stryke Force (Ace Crusher)! He pulls Reed over and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE! Cheers and boos can be heard as “Endless Possibility” blasts over the PA. Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, LOGAN ALEXANDER! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:42:19 GMT -5
Backstage, Delikado is comfortably nestled in his wheelchair under a Cuban flag blanky, all comatose as usual. Off to the side being less comfy, his manager Sofia Monzon is having the finishing touches to a sling being put on her right arm, an injury acquired as a result of her fight with Frik Snackey, alongside some other bruises and bandages. Her other half, Ewan Jakeway, is looking awkwardly in any direction he can except at the other people in the room while he tends to the bandages. As she finishes the sling, Sofia grimaces in pain and glares at Ewan with her teeth gritted.
Sofia Monzon: ...All this...over <BEEP>ing CANDY! Agh!
Ewan Jakeway: I tried to tell you guys, but you wouldn’t believe me!
The evil look in Sofia’s eye makes him immediately backpedal to any possible gloating or especially “I told you so’s”.
Ewan Jakeway: ….I’m sorry. So, ehhh, what’re we going to do now? We can quit, go into the Witness Protection Program.
Sofia Monzon: Have some goddamn balls, Ewan! We don’t run.
Ewan Jakeway: But Delikado--
Sofia Monzon: Delikado’s innocent……. for once in his life.
………
She rolls her eyes toward Delikado, who must be complaining about something telepathically.
Sofia Monzon: Okay yes, I used you as a weapon, big deal. I’m not apologizing. It was about surviving a lunatic! Besides, you probably had it coming. Your “innocence” is even rarer than a blue moon.
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Sofia Monzon: Anyway, we need to look at the facts. If Delikado were in trouble, it wouldn’t be some Willy Wonka/Bane hybrid who’d be storming the gates to get us, it’d be FGA men in uniform crying breach of contract or some shit. As far as we know, that’s not happening and he’s still employed to this company. That just leaves you and me, and as I said, we don’t run.
Ewan Jakeway: Yeah, but--
Sofia Monzon: We. Don’t. Run. We might just need to lie low and watch our backs until we figure this mess out. Our contracts are not as secure as Delikado’s. We’re just managers--worse, glorified nurses--who can be replaced or cut off to fend for ourselves if the “powers that be” decide we’re criminally ineligible to work here. It’s not the best situation given our current lack of foundation in FGA but...I’ve been through worse with him.
She nods toward Delikado, who must’ve said something snarky given Sofia’s sarcastically smug expression she flashes back. Suddenly, a pigeon flies into the room from an open window, brandishing an envelope. It lands near Ewan’s head and tilts its head.
Carrier-Pigeon: Sqwak! Carrier pigeon mail, sqwak!
Ewan Jakeway: Ummmm…..thank you?
He goes to take the letter tied to the pigeon’s leg.
Carrier-Pigeon: That’ll be $20.99, sqwak!
Ewan Jakeway: WHAT?! That’s preposterous! I’m not paying that much for mail!
Carrier-Pigeon: Sqwak! I’m not Amazon Prime with free shipping, asshole! Give me my dues or suffer the Carrier-Pigeon Mafia’s wrath! Sqwak!
Ewan Jakeway: That’s not a thing!
Sofia Monzon: Just pay the goddamn pigeon, Ewan! Haven’t you done enough to get us in trouble?! <BEEP>!
Ewan grumbles as he pulls out his wallet and gives the pigeon a $50.
Ewan Jakeway: Erhm, this is all I have. Can you make change?
Carrier-Pigeon: I can, sqwak!
The pigeon takes the $50 bill in its beak and flies out of the room. Several seconds pass with no hint of a returning pigeon.
Ewan Jakeway: …...So what’s the deal with the pigeon?
……...
Sofia looks up from pouring some coffee and answers nonchalantly.
Sofia Monzon: Oh, Delikado established a carrier pigeon system to bring him news.
Ewan Jakeway: …...Why?
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Sofia Monzon: Because he believes that as an old person he suddenly doesn’t know how to use technology and can’t trust what he reads in the “fake news” papers. Therefore, carrier pigeon is the only “tried and true” method of getting information. <sips coffee>
Ewan Jakeway: ….And he trained the pigeons to talk like parrots and allegedly form a mob that racketeers people?
Sofia Monzon: <sips coffee> Yeah.
Ewan Jakeway: You seem awfully content with all of that.
Sofia Monzon: And *you* seem to have forgotten whose world we’re living in. Now open the envelope.
Ewan does as he’s told and skims over the letter inside. He frowns.
Ewan Jakeway: Oh jeez, we’ve--well, Delikado--has been challenged to a tag team match by Bristow & Barnes.
Sofia Monzon: Damn it! I knew this would happen. It was the only logical step after he beat both of them one-on-one. Well we’re just going to have to decline until--
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Sofia Monzon: [to Delikado] WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY AGREED TO THE MATCH?! You have no partner!
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Sofia Monzon: I’m injured, you gilipollas! With my shoulder I could barely tag in and I almost certainly dislocated half my back fighting for you earlier!
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Sofia Monzon: ...Ewan.
Ewan Jakeway: Nooooooo waaaaaay! Uh-uh. I’m a pacifist!
Sofia Monzon: Since <BEEP>ing when?
Ewan Jakeway: Since my career crashed and burned that one time. I don’t mind training, but actually getting into the ring to fight? Noooooooope!
Sofia Monzon: Well that at least clears up why you insist on RUNNING all the time!
Ewan Jakeway: Hey! That running made it so I protected our client the other day while you were out…...where WERE you anyway before Snackey showed up?
Sofia pauses, trying to formulate the best way to respond.
Sofia Monzon: I was….looking into something.
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Sofia Monzon: [to Delikado] “An affair?” Jesus! Grrrr….fine. I was watching Susan Kent.
Ewan Jakeway: “Watching?”
Sofia Monzon: I was….*rolls eyes/sighs* ….spying.
Ewan Jakeway: Oh my gaaaaawd! You still don’t trust her! You think her injury is all a facade!
Sofia Monzon: I think she’s a facade all around!
Ewan Jakeway: Wooooow, babe, that’s kinda schemey and two-face of you…
Sofia Monzon: I came back to save your dumb ass, didn’t I?! I heard you crying for help and I dropped everything, because that’s what I do! I looked out for you just as I was looking out for my client, because I believe he’s going to doom us if he follows this “love match” he’s invented for himself for Susan Kent!
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Sofia Monzon: [to Delikado] No, we will NOT “roll you over to visit Susan in hopes she’s in the middle of brushing her hair half-naked!” Right now we’re going to have to figure out what to do since you’ve agreed to fight Bristow & Barnes IN A TAG MATCH, behind our backs! I’m practically a cripple at the moment and Ewan’s a “pussyfist”, so I guess that means it’d be a handicap match, because you’re all alone otherwise--
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. As all eyes turn toward it, Ewan gets visibly nervous while Sofia grips her coffee mug like she’s going to smash and use it as a shiv against whomever is on the other side.
Sofia Monzon: Come in.
The door opens, revealing Susan Kent.
Susan Kent: Oh, hey everyone, I hope I’m not interrupting.
Delikado emits a humorous whimpering noise not unlike an excited puppy that sees its owner through a window but can’t get to them. Sofia gives a dry look.
Sofia Monzon: Actually, Susie, we--
Sensing his better half is about to say something the whole group might regret later, Ewan jumps in.
Ewan Jakeway: Actually, Susan, we’re kinda in a Nick Pickle right now. See, Bristow & Barnes challenged Delikado to a tag team match after he defeated them, and Deli agreed, but we don’t have a partner for him. You have the “inside FGA” know-how, even with your injured shoulder...Do you have any ideas on who he could team with?
Susan Kent: Well, I have good news: I’ve been cleared to wrestle sooooo, I could be Delikado’s teammate, if you want me to.
Ewan Jakeway: Holy guacamole, that’s awesome! I’m sure Delikado’d be honored to have you as his partner. Right, Deli?
He looks toward Delikado, who continues to give no sign of life and yet somehow you can tell he wants this more than anything right now. He just has that way about him of expressing without expressing. Ewan, however, lets out a sheepish chuckle as if he’d forgotten his client’s current speechlessness.
Ewan Jakeway: Ummm, Sofia, would you mind doing that “sixth sense ghostly talk” thing you do with him to express how much we want Delikado as Susan’s teammate?
Sofia is left to stand utterly flabbergasted at this turn of events. The irony is inescapable. She glances between Susan and Delikado, trying to find some way around this. In the end, she can only relay her client’s bidding.
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Sofia Monzon: …….Yes….Susan, Delikado is proposing--that you’ll be his tag team partner against Bristow & Barnes……..Will you join us…?
She might’ve slightly vomited in her mouth, but the request has been made. Susan looks to Delikado and smiles.
Susan Kent: Well, you guys did help me with my therapy to get back to this point of competing so...I’d love to be your partner, Delikado.
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Sofia Monzon: He wants to shake on it…..
Susan walks over to the wheelchaired Cuban and extends her hand. Sofia begrudgingly takes her client’s hand and extends it to Susan’s. They “shake” as their alliance is transformed into a full-fledged tag team partnership!
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Sofia Monzon: ...I’m not kissing her hand for you.
Susan smirks.
Susan Kent: I’m glad it worked out this way. I suppose I better get back to my training and prepare to make this official. I’ll see you later, Deli.
She flashes him a friendly look and leaves the room. Ewan nods in satisfaction.
Ewan Jakeway: Y’see, Sofia? That all went swimmingly! Now Deli has a fighting-fit partner against Bristow & Barnes and our bad luck can finally turn good again! Don’t you think so?
Sofia clicks her teeth as she stares grimly at the open door where Susan left.
Sofia Monzon: I think you’re asking a lot of questions tonight, Ewan--the wrong ones. All I can say is, I hope you two are happy with the ticking Nip/Tuck-come-real time bomb we just chained ourselves to.
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In disgust at whatever he said, Sofia pushes Delikado’s hand toward his face and walks away. The Cuban Warrior, in bliss at his strengthened ties with Susan Kent in the face of their latest challenge, seems to snuggle even deeper into his blanket as we fade to black.
Ewan Jakeway: <voice>I'm not getting my change back from that pigeon, am I....?
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:43:43 GMT -5
FGA UNITED STATES TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
© Pendragon vs. Silk & Cyanide The arena lights dim as the sound of a woman's laugh heavy with contempt echoes through the arena, which soon segues into the bassline of "She's Gone Away" signals the arrival of Erin Mariani and Sara Mason as the duo slink onto the entrance ramp and pause for a moment, with Mariani looking towards the ring in disgust while Mason looks as if she's waiting for any excuse to start a fight You dig in places till your fingers bleed
Spread the infection, where you spill your seed The pair turn their heads towards one another and share a conspiratorial look before they slowly turn their attention back towards the ring and without a moment's hesitation the pair begin to walk towards the ring, keeping in step with one another and maintaining focus on what they have planned for the sorry individuals that await them I can't remember what she came here for
I can't remember much of anything anymore Once the duo reach ringside Mariani climbs the ring steps and climbs the ropes so she's perched with one foot upon the top turnbuckle as she literally looks down upon Her opponent while, at the same time, Mason dives under the bottom rope and slides into the ring and quickly rises to a knee and looks directly towards their entertainment for this evening J.A. Aldridge: The following is a tag team match scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the FGA United States Tag Team championships! Introducing first, the challengers! Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 248 pounds! They are the team of Sara Mason and Erin Mariani… SILK & CYANIDE! She's gone, she's gone, she's gone away
She's gone, she's gone, she's gone away Having staked their place in the ring, Mariani vaults over the ropes and twists in mid-air so she lands on Her feet in the corner while looking directly towards the opponent while Mason slowly crawls back towards the same corner while maintaining a stare in the opponent's direction the entire time before she reaches to her sides to pull herself into a crouching position Away...
Away... As the duo await the opening bell Mason gestures towards the opponents, daring them to come a little closer to see what will happen, while Mariani wears a bemused smirk upon Her face knowing full well what the duo have in mind for the poor souls standing across the ring from them The lights flicker as "Take A Chance" by CFO$ begins to play over the PA system, and out through the curtains walks Neal Durden, followed closely by Lowri Moss, each of them with their titles wrapped around their waists. The Welsh duo stand side by side on the stage for a moment, surveying the crowd, before they make their way towards the ring, with Neal leading the way. J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 320 pounds! They are the reigning… defending… United States Tag Team Champions! Lowri Moss… Neal Durden… PENDRAGON! After climbing the steps and entering the ring, Lowri heads for one of the corners, climbs to the second rope, and takes the title from around her waist and holds it aloft as she looks out at the cheering fans, while Neal simply stands in the middle of the ring with his pinky finger up and a smirk on his face. The bell rings and Sara Mason and Lowri Moss begin the match. They lock up and Sara quickly backs Lowri up into a corner before the ref begins a count, forcing Sara off at the count of 4. Mason then backs up and motions for Moss to make a move and she does, locking up with Mason again, only for the S&C member to catch her with a drop toe hold! Sara then followed that up with a sliding clothesline before attempting the pin! Kris Cruise: Sara Mason really getting the upper hand here early for her team. Stephy Auger: No surprise there. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Sara quickly tags in Erin after the kickout and they quickly place Lowri in their corner before Mariani hip tosses Mason into Moss for a cannonball senton! Sara exits the ring and Erin drags Lowri away from the ropes before covering her, the audience booing as she did so. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Kris Cruise: Lowri needs to get something going right now. This is not a good start for Pendragon at all. Mariani gets to her feet and quickly pulls Moss up before putting her in a front facelock and repeatedly driving her knees to the face of the Welsh native! She then proceeds to hit an arm trap swinging neckbreaker before taking a look over at Durden as she goes for the cover, wanting to watch his reaction as his partner takes this beating. Stephy Auger: Erin Mariani is a goddess among women! Kris Cruise: Oh brother. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Erin picks up Lowri and throws her into the ropes, but instead of bouncing back, Lowri holds onto the ropes. This forces Erin to charge forward, causing her to get sent over the ropes when Lowri lowers her shoulder! As Mariani lies on the ground outside, Moss tags in Durden to a huge pop from the audience! Stephy Auger: Ugh. Neal waits for Erin to get to her feet on the outside before he jumps off of the apron and hits a diving knee strike on the Silk & Cyanide member! Durden then rolls Mariani back into the ring before sliding in himself. He waits for her to get to her feet before catching her with a sling blade to another big pop! He goes for the cover, the audience counting along with the ref! Kris Cruise: Neal Durden is fresh and he’s kicking some butt right now! Stephy Auger: You’re the worst, Cruise. The absolute worst. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! After Erin kicks out, Neal gets to his feet and quickly grabs Erin’s arm before locking in a fujiwara armbar! The audience begins chant “tap” at Mariani, but she’s refusing, shaking her head repeatedly. Realizing her partner is trapped in the middle of the ring, Sara quickly enters the ring and catches Neal with a boot to the back of the head before backing away and back into her corner. The audience boos as Durden glares at Mason. Kris Cruise: Sara Mason knew Erin Mariani wasn’t getting out of that fujiwara armbar! Stephy Auger: Yeah, it’s a good thing she’s smart and did the SMART THING by saving her partner right there. Neal tags Lowri back in and the two proceeded to wait for Erin to get to her feet before hitting a double dropkick on her! Durden exited the ring and Moss went for the cover! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Lowri tags Neal right back in and the two grab their opponent once again, but hit a double team hip toss this time! Moss rolls out and Durden makes the cover! Kris Cruise: Now who has the control, Stephy? Stephy Auger: Shut up, Cruise. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Durden lets out a sigh after the kickout before he gets to his feet and backs up into a corner. He motions for Mariani to get to her feet and she rolls to a knee eventually, allowing him to charge forward and attempt a Shining Wizard, only for Erin to dodge it! Erin quickly got to her feet and Neal caught her with a dropkick that sent her stumbling back towards the ropes, allowing Sara to get a blind tag in. When Mariani bounces back, Durden takes her down with another sling blade! But he doesn’t notice Mason, who quickly clips his right knee to boos from the audience! Kris Cruise: That blind tag by Sara Mason may have just shifted the momentum in this match! Stephy Auger: This is exactly why Silk & Cyanide are walking out of here as champions! Sara watches Neal stumbles to his feet and quickly rocks him with a headbutt, going for the cover right after! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT Mason doesn’t give up there though as she quickly gets to her feet and motions for the young man to get to his feet before planting him in the center of the ring with a one handed bulldog! But Sara doesn’t stop there as she gets to her feet and proceeds to catch Lowri with a cheap shot, sending her falling off of the apron and to the ground! The S&C member then races over and attempts to pin the Pendragon member, knowing his partner can’t make the save! Kris Cruise: Sara with a cheap shot there! Stephy Auger: I’m sick and tired of you being a goody two shoes, Kris! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Lowri races back into the ring after the kickout and distracts the ref long enough for Erin to enter the ring and the two of them proceeded to perform Descent, a double suplex into a sitout gourdbuster from Mariani! Mariani exits the ring, allowing Mason to go for the cover after Moss finally goes back to her corner! The ref slides down and begins the count! Kris Cruise: Silk & Cyanide love bending the rules, don’t they? Stephy Auger: Gotta do whatever it takes to win, Cruise! Whatever it takes! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT!!! Sara lets out an annoyed sigh after the kickout before she gets up. Grabbing Neal by his hair, she drags him to the nearest corner and leaves him in a seated position before taking a few steps back, then charging forward and hitting a cross body block! Mason pulls Durden out of the corner and covers him, Moss urging her partner to kick out! Kris Cruise: What a crossbody block by Mason! Durden might be done for! ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-KICKOUT!!! Stephy Auger: I swear Neal Durden is that cockroach that JUST. WON’T. DIE! Sara once again shakes her head before she picks Neal up and begins trash talking him. She irish whips him into the ropes and he bounces back and connects with a handspring back elbow! The audience pops as Neal now has the breathing room he needs to crawl to his partner and make the tag! Kris Cruise: LOWRI IS IN! LOWRI IS IN! Lowri comes in hot and immediately begins firing on all cylinders as she takes down Sara with a forearm strike, then rocks Erin with a bicycle knee strike that sends her falling to the mat! Moss then turns back to Mason and catches her with a European uppercut! She goes for the cover! Stephy Auger: Lowri Moss thinks she’s sooooo gooooood. It’s disgusting, Cruise! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT!!! The Welsh woman isn’t done there though as she quickly turns her opponent over and wraps her arms around her waist, proceeding to show off some serious strength as she performs a deadlift German suplex! The audience cheers in approval as Lowri attempts another pin! Kris Cruise: Lowri has Silk & Cyanide on the ropes, can she pull it off?! ONE! . . TWO! . . KICKOUT!!! Stephy Auger: Oh thank God! Lowri lets out an exhausted sigh before getting to her feet and staring down at Sara. Erin, pissed, tries to get involved in the match, but she’s quickly caught with a roundhouse kick that sends her falling back out onto the ground again! Moss then turns around and dodges a clothesline from Mason. Mason spins back around and eats a boot to the gut, allowing Moss to hit the cradle piledriver! The ref slides down to count the pin attempt and the audience is counting along! Kris Cruise: CRADLE PILEDRIVER!!!! Stephy Auger: God, you’re annoying, Cruise. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-Broken up by Erin! The audience groans in annoyance as Neal races into the ring and proceeds to clothesline Erin out of the ring while also going along for the ride! They both crash to the ground, but after a few seconds, Erin begins clutching at her ankle, the ref now forced to exit the ring and check on her! Kris Cruise: It looks like Erin may have hurt herself on the landing there! Stephy Auger: I hate this! This is the worst! The ref begins checking on her as Neal slowly gets to his feet. His attention is on Erin and the ref, which seems to be a mistake! He’s quickly spun around and it’s Sara, who delivers a chair jab to his throat, taking him down and out! Sara tosses the chair aside and Erin immediately seems to be all good again, forcing the audience to boo heavily! Kris Cruise: Are you kidding me?! Stephy Auger: Genius! Absolutely genius! Erin quickly hops on the apron while Sara slides back into the ring and tags Erin in! Mason then goes after Moss, who is starting to fight back with chops and strikes, only for Mariani to catch her with a clothesline that turns her inside out! Silk & Cyanide then smirk as they look at one another before they pick Lowri up and proceed to hit Haute Tension, the double team inverted crucifix powerbomb sending the audience into silence! Erin made the cover while Sara kept watch, Neal still clutching at his throat outside of the ring! Kris Cruise: This is shameful! Stephy Auger: We’re only a three count away! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE!!! The crowd erupts with boos when “She’s Gone Away” blares throughout the arena. J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this bout….aaaand NEEEEEWWWWWWW FGA UNITED STATES TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....SILK & CYANIIIIIIDE!!! The audience boos come down mercilessly as the bell rings and the ref proceeds to hand the titles over to Silk & Cyanide, who raise them high with smirks on their faces. Kris Cruise: This is shameful! An absolute disgrace! Silk & Cyanide just stole those titles from Pendragon! After everything Lowri and Neal have been through, after everything they’ve overcome, they didn’t deserve to end their year like this. Stephy Auger: Welp, at least they have each other! HA HA HA! |
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:45:37 GMT -5
We cut to exclusive backstage footage from Winter Frontier. The orange "AfterBurn" logo appears on the bottom left hand corner of the screen with the date "12.22.18" in bold write font underneath. The footage shows Flashpoint interviewer Amanda Johnson making her way through the backstage area of the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio.
Amanda Johnson: Hey fans. Amanda Johnson here reporting live from the Quicken Loans Arena here in Cleveland. We're about 30 minutes removed from Winter Frontier, which is the last show before Final Frontier. We had stars from both Vertigo and Flashpoint in attendance here tonight. But the talk of the evening was tonight's main event. It was a huge interbrand 8-Man Tag Team Match that pitted James Edwards, Jimmy Page, Peaches and Neal Durden against Chandler Scott, Kol, Izzy Anders and Ashlyn De Luca. This match was littered with stars. Champions, in fact! In the end, it was James Edwards who got the win for his team after he knocked out Chandler with the Violent Gospel. I can still hear that kick, that's how hard it was! Right now, we're going to try and get a word with the International Heavyweight Champion. Come on...
Amanda waves the cameraman to continue following her. Once the duo reach outside of the Trainer's Room, Amanda knocks on the door before slowly entering. On the exam table sits a despondent Chandler Scott. The International Heavyweight Champion sits with his title belt across his lap. The cameraman zooms in to reveal a huge mark left on Chandler's face from Edwards' boot. The interviewer slowly makes her way over to Chandler before speaking.
Amanda Johnson: Hey Chandler, you got a moment?
Chandler doesn't respond. He keeps looking straight ahead. Amanda purses her lips.
Amanda Johnson: I know you got kicked pretty hard out there. You do remember getting kicked, right?
There's a quick stifle of laughter from the cameraman. Chandler notice it. If he does, he doesn't react to to.
Amanda Johnson: Hello, is there anyone in there?
Amanda reaches her hand out and waves it in front of Chandler's face. The International Heavyweight Champion doesn't blink.
Amanda Johnson: Yooohooo, Chandlerrrr...
Amanda begins snapping her fingers in front of Chandler. She turns back to the camera with a slight smirk before turning back to the champion and holding up two fingers.
Amanda Johnson: Hey, how many fingers am I holding up right now.
Chandler Scott: ... enough.
Amanda Johnson: Excuse me?
Chandler Scott: ...I said enough.
Chandler slowly turns to Amanda and narrows his eyes at her. The DNA of FGA slowly gets it from his seat. He winces as he slowly touches his head.
Chandler Scott: You think this is funny? You think it's funny to mock me after what happened out there? Are you trying to laugh at my expense.
Amanda Johnson: No, I was just...
Chandler Scott: Yes you are. Yes you are. You can barely hide the smile.
Amanda continues to deny.
Amanda Johnson: That's not true.
Chandler Scott: Oh, but it is. See, this attitude right here? This is why nobody around here likes you. This is why you're getting nothing but coal for Christmas. And when I say "coal", I'm definitely not talking about Mr. Sterling, so you mind as well snap out of that dream, lady.
Amanda rolls her eyes at the insinuation.
Chandler Scott: What exactly do you want me to say? What exactly is the point of having him shove this camera in my face? You want a reaction? Here's a reaction. I went out here... and I lost. That pisses me off. Especially since that loss was at the hands of James Edwards. My head hurts. My mouth hurts. My jaw hurts. My teeth hurt. My tongue hurts. Everything hurts! My head hasn't stopped ringing since I regained consciousness! Is that what you wanted to know? Did you come here for an update on how I'm feeling.
Amanda lowers her head as she doesn't want this interview to get any more combative than it's already gotten.
Chandler Scott: You loved seeing James Edwards try his hardest to kick my damn head off. You enjoyed it just as much as he did. And where is he right now, hmm? I bet he's feeling like a man right about now, isn't he? Yeah. I bet he's feeling real good about himself right now, huh? Yeah. I bet he's walking around here with his chest all poked out, huh? Yeah. I bet he did the big dick walk all the way back to his rental car, didn't he? I'm sure he did. I'm hurting right now. I won't deny it. But it won't compare to the pain that James Edwards will experience at Final Frontier. So you enjoy this. And when you finally get a hold of James Edwards, I want you to tell him to enjoy this feeling, too. Enjoy this sense of accomplishment. Because this right here? This will be the last bit of joy that miserable s.o.b. will experience here in 2018.
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Post by FGA Office on Jan 11, 2019 14:46:22 GMT -5
FRONTIER LIONS CUP (SEMIFINALS)
Ashley Sullivan vs. Logan Alexander “Endless Possibility” begins to play through the arena. Partway through the instrumental opening of the song, Logan makes his way out from the entryway. He then pauses at the top of the ramp to survey the crowd before making his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans on either side of him. Once he reaches the ringside area, Logan makes his way over to the closest set of ring steps and climbs up to the ring apron. He climbs between the top and middle ropes and enters the ring. He moves towards the far side of the ring, stopping in front of the ropes and spreads his arms wide to either side of him as he looks out across the crowd. Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is Semifinal match in the Frontier Lions Cup! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 227 pounds! He is “Chaos Stryke”, LOGAN ALEXANDER! He then turns away and heads to another side of the ring, repeating his actions there, and continuing until he’s been to all four sides of the ring. Logan then turns away and walks back over to the side of the ring closest to the timekeeper’s area. He removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a pocket of his jacket. He then unfastens and removes his jacket before passing it through the ropes to a technician at ringside. He turns away and moves over to one corner of the ring, away from the entryway, and leans back against the turnbuckles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. The opening guitar riff of "Warrior" by Skarlett Riot begins to play over the sound system seconds before the (Title Name) Ashley Sullivan walks out onto the stage. Patting gentle at the title belt held around her waist before pointing out to the fans all over the arena, Sullivan walks down to the ring. Once she gets down to ringside, and gets on the apron before climbing the turnbuckle from the outside. She nimbly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside to perch atop the top rope as she sits on her knees. Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Bradley Beach, New Jersey… ASHLEY SULLIVAN! With her name being announced, Ashley reaches back behind her back to undo the title belt and holds it up high for everyone to see. Flashing from cameras going off all around her, Sullivan rolls forwards to flip down into the ring and land on her feet. Geoff Penzer: Here we are for our first of two semifinals in tonight’s Frontier Lions Cup tournament. Logan Alexander continues his incredible run in the tournament. First, by defeated Ashlyn De Luca in the qualifiers. Then Johnny Karma in the first round. Earlier tonight, he defeated the 2018 Rey del Aire winner Cassius Reed in the quarters. Now, he goes up against Ashley Sullivan in the semifinals. Both of these competitors have had an impressive 2018 campaign here in FGA. As one half of the Chaotics, Alexander has gold to show for his efforts while Sullivan has come up short in recent attempts at the 15 and United States Championships. But those defeats will become a distance memory if Sullivan goes all the way and wins tonight’s Frontier Lions up. One of these two will be representing Flashpoint in the finals! It’s Logan Alexander versus Ashley Sullivan! The bell sounds as Alexander tries to cut off the ring. Sullivan wisely tries to play keep away as she knows Alexander has the advantage on the ground. Alexander then charges forward and snatches a hold of Sullivan’s leg. Sullivan reaches out for the ropes. But she’s not able to grab them and gets taken down to the mat with a single leg. While still having a hold of Sullivan’s leg, Alexander gets back to his feet and goes for a figure four. But as Alexander is in mid turn, Sullivan uses her free leg to shove him off of her and into the ropes. When Alexander comes back, Sullivan scrambles back to her feet and knocks him off his feet with a dropkick. A second dropkick knocks Chaos Stryke back down to the mat. When Alexander gets back up, Sullivan grabs him and goes for an irish whip. But Alexander reverses, sending Sullivan into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, she slides through his legs. When Alexander turns around, Sullivan gets back to her feet. She runs at Alexander. He reaches out to grab her when Sullivan ducks drops down, goes behind him and tries for a reverse side russian leg sweep. But Alexander breaks free, grabs Sullivan and delivers a belly to back suplex. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sullivan kicks out. Alexander picks up Sullivan, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Sullivan around, Alexander nails her with right hands to the midsection. He then takes Sullivan and whips her into the far corner. Alexander runs across the ring to attack when Sullivan knocks him back with a boot to the face. While Alexander shakes out the cobwebs, Sullivan heads out of the corner before taking off into the far ropes. When Sullivan returns, Alexander turns her inside out with a lariat takedown. He makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sullivan kicks out. Alexander picks up Sullivan and wrenches her arm. The ref asks Sullivan if she wants to give up. When she refuses, Alexander tugs on the arm before delivering another arm wrench. After a third arm wrench, the ref checks back in with Sullivan and asks if she wants to give up. After Sullivan refuses, she rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. She then takes Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, the crowd cheers when Sullivan delivers an hurricanrana. She makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander kicks out. Sullivan picks up Alexander and whips her into the corner. She runs across the ring to attack when Alexander throws out a big boot. But Sullivan catches his foot. The crowd cheers as Sullivan drags Alexander from out of the corner. Before Sullivan can follow up, Alexander connects with an enzuigiri that sends her flipping down to the canvas! Cheers and boos follow as he makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sullivan kicks out. Alexander picks up Sullivan and whips her into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, Alexander brings her down with a flapjack. Alexander gets back to his feet and delivers several stomps to the hands and back before targeting the knee. He reaches down, pulls Sullivan back to her feet and lifts up her left leg. Sullivan reaches out to grab him. But Alexander leans just out of her reach before bringing her down with a dragon screw leg whip. Alexander pulls Sullivan back up by the hair, lifts up the left leg and delivers another dragon screw leg whip. Alexander then holds up the left leg before delivering an elbow drop to it. He return to his feet, lifts up Sullivan’s leg and drops another elbow across it. Alexander returns to his feet, lifts up the leg, turns round it and rops down into a figure four leglock. Geoff Penzer: Alexander has wisely gone after Sullivan’s legs. Sullivan has the advantage standing up as well as in the air. But on the ground, Alexander has the clear advantage and it’s not even close. The ref gets down and asks Sullivan if she wants to give up. But Sullivan refuses. Alexander continues to keep the hold locked on tight. Sullivan sits up and tries to grab a hold of Alexander’s arms. But he’s just out of reach. When Sullivan lowers herself back down to the mat, both shoulders hit the mat. The ref is quickly on top for the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . Sullivan its up. She reaches out to try and grab Alexander. But again, he’s out of her reach. So Sullivan tries to turn over towards her left. Alexander is quick to block it by turning back to his right. Sullivan then tries to turn over to her right. But Alexander is right there to block by turning back to his left. The ref checks in with Sullivan and asks if she wants to give up. But once again, Sullivan refuses. Sullivan turns back to her left and reaches out towards the fans. The front row can be seen reaching out towards her. Geoff Penzer: This capacity crowd is trying to will Sullivan into continuing and pushing forward. I’m sure Ashley Marie Chase and Antoinette Sands are in the back doing the same. They’re trying to will the AAA member into continuing to fight and reverse the hold. Alexander can be seen hanging on tightly to the hold. Sullivan continues to try and turn herself over. She won’t be denied. The ref asks again if she wants to give up. But Sullivan shakes him off. She then begins to swing her arm over towards her left. Alexander shakes his head ‘no’ a Sullivan is starting to reverse. The crowd then explodes with cheers when Sullivan turns all the way over and reverses the hold. Geoff Penzer: Sullivan reversed the hold! Now Alexander is feeling all of the pressure of the hold! Alexander groans while Sullivan reverses the figure four. He quickly lets go of the hold. Once both grapplers return to a vertical base, Alexander throws out a kick to the knee. But Sullivan swats it down before nailing him with a punch to the face. Sullivan catches Alexander with another punch. She then takes Alexander and goes for an irish whip. But Alexander reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Sullivan returns, the crowd cheers when she knocks Alexander off his feet with a spinning heel kick! While Alexander guards his mouth, Sullivan can be seen reaching down and holding her leg. She slowly returns to a vertical base. She then heads over, takes Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, she extends her around out, swings around Alexander and locks him in a sleeper. The crowd cheers as Alexander tries to squeeze as hard as she can. Geoff Penzer: Sullivan wants to put this one away right here! The cheers continue while Sullivan cinches in the hold. The ref asks Alexander if he wants to give up. But Chaos Stryke waves him off. He then leans forward, lifting Sullivan up across his back. Alexander then jumps back and crashes on the canvas to break the hold! Alexander rolls off of Sullivan before pulling her back to her feet by the hair. He goes for the Chaotic Repeater when Sullivan elbows him in the face on the way up. After lowering Sullivan back down, Alexander hoists her up for another attempt at the Chaotic Repeater. Once again, Sullivan counters with a back elbow to the face on the way up. Once Sullivan is lowered back down, she hits Alexander with another back elbow to the face. She then turns around and places Alexander into a front facelock. But before Sullivan can deliver a DDT, Alexander grabs her, runs backwards and rams her back-first against the turnbuckles. Alexander pulls Sullivan away from the corner, only to run forward and ram her back against the turnbuckles. While Sullivan writhes in pain, Alexander steps back before running towards the corner. Sullivan catches him with a boot to the face. She then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs him and brings him down with a Tornado DDT! While Alexander is sprawled out on the mat, Sullivan pulls herself up using the ropes. She limps over into the corner before climbing back up onto the middle ropes. Once Alexander gets back to his feet and turns around, Sullivan flips off and brings him down with a Blockbuster! The cheers continue as she makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Alexander gets his shoulder up. Sullivan picks up Alexander and whips him into the ropes. When Alexander returns, Sullivan jumps up and goes for Into Dust (Codebreaker)! But on the way down, Alexander blocks it. He then hooks his arms around Sullivan’s leans and leans back, catapulting her into the corner. As Sullivan stumbles back, Alexander throws her down with a reverse Chaotic Impact! Alexander then reaches down, grabs Sullivan by the back of the tights and pells her back to her feet. He then delivers the Chaotic Repeater! After the fifth German, Alexander pulls Sullivan back up, places her in an inverted front facelock, lifts her up and delivers a reverse Chaotic Shockwave! While Sullivan is down on the mat, Alexander lifts her legs up before turning her over into the Perfect Chaos Theory (Sharpshooter version). The cheers and boos continue while Alexander pulls back on the hold. The ref gets down and asks Sullivan if she wants to give up. Sullivan tries to hold on. But she ultimately taps out on the mat. The ref calls for the bell. A mixed reaction rings throughout the venue as “Endless Possibility” blasts over the PA! Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, LOGAN ALEXANDER! [FADE OUT] |
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