Flashpoint (01.26.19)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

December 30, 2018
Final Frontier
Backstage Footage Post-PPV

Our scene opens up to Chandler Scott, who is walking with a purpose backstage throughout the halls of Madison Square Garden. Roughly an hour ago, Chandler laid out Jimmy Page and cost him his FGA World Championship against Kol. The move was met with an initial shock from the audience. But the shock was soon overtaken by a mixture of confusion, frustration, anger and disappointment from the New York faithful. The camera continues to stay in front of Chandler as he continues his trek. Where to? Judging by the duffle bag that’s slung over his shoulder and the change into casual attire, it looks as though Chandler is making a hasty exit from the arena. However, Chandler’s gateway has been halted as Flashpoint roving reporter Amanda Johnson approaches the DNA of FGA with a mic in hand. Knowing how much Amanda will pester him until she gets answers, Chandler slows down before coming to a complete stop. Chandler looks around before turning his attention back to the interviewer. A look that’s a combination of disgust and sorrow has been painted on her face. Amanda starts to shake her head in shame at Chandler. The International Heavyweight Champion purses his lips as he lowers his head. He speaks softly.

Chandler Scott: I know, I know…

Amanda Johnson: Do you? Do you have any explanation for what happened out there tonight…

Chandler slowly lifts his head back up to make eye contact with the interviewer. He starts to sniffle as his eyes begin to water. Chandler puts his right arm out to gesture back towards the arena. He looks around for the right words. Once he finds them, he answers…

Chandler Scott: … we just lost a legend out there tonight!!! The career of Chris Bond, The Battle-Hardened Veteran himself, has ended right before our very eyes! To think that he had the match won… only to sacrifice himself and his career. I-I-I’m… I’m getting choked up just thinking about it, Amanda. Bond is gone. No more!

Chandler puts a hand over his heart as he looks away from Amanda. He shakes his head.

Chandler Scott: They don’t make men like Chris Bond anymore, let me tell you…

Appalled by Chandler’s mockery of the situation, she slaps him on the arm.

Amanda Johnson: That’s not what I was talking about, Chandler and you know it!

Chandler twists his lips as he looks off to the side. He thinks to himself what could be the cause of Amanda’s emotional outburst. Suddenly, the light bulb goes off.

Chandler Scott: Ah, I know why you’re so emotional right now. Kol is the new FGA World Champion! The boyhood dream has finally come true. Colton Sterling has won the FGA World Championship… in his home state! But that wasn’t all, Amanda. Even Kendall Kingham was able to win gold here tonight. She, too, won a championship in her home state! But you’re right, it is just a crying shame that Johnny Karma couldn’t win big in his home state here tonight, too! Say, where is Johnny, anyway? I haven’t seen him around since he got knocked out in the Frontier Lions Cup.

Amanda narrows her eyes.

Chandler Scott: Well I’ll take that as a n-

Amanda Johnson: (interrupting Chandler) What the hell where you doing out there in Jimmy Page’s match! He is a member of the Vertigo roster, not Flashpoint! You had no business being out there, Chandler! You just screwed that man over after everything he’s overcome!

Chandler looks off again before scratching his chin. The FGAce turns back to Amanda.

Chandler Scott: Jimmy Page… being… “screwed over”? Hmm, that’s one way to put it.

Amanda Johnson: “That’s one way to put it”??? How else would you put it, Chandler?

The International heavyweight Champion simply gives a nonchalant shrug, followed by a smirk.

Chandler Scott: Justice…

With that, Chandler readjusts the duffle bag over his shoulder before continuing on his trek out of the arena, leaving Amanda to shake her head with shame.

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We fade in to a cold open. The cameras pan around to various shots of the booing crowd here in Chicago, Illinois. But tonight’s jam-packed crowd isn’t booing their mockery of a pro basketball team, the Chicago Bulls. Instead, they are booing the man standing in the ring. The product truck switches to the hard camera, revealing Chandler Scott standing in the center of the ring. A cascade of boos washes over the International Heavyweight Champion. The lights dim as a spotlight shines down brightly on the DNA of FGA. Chandler is dressed casually with his International Heavyweight Championship glistening in the spotlight as it hangs over his shoulder. The sight of the IHC on Chandler looks beautiful. As if it rightfully belongs there. Chandler continues to stare straight ahead as the boos continue to pelt him from each and every direction. The champion slowly raises a hand up, as if to call everyone’s attention.

Chandler Scott: If I could have a moment of your time please…

BOOOOOOOO!

Chandler purses his lips while he puts his head down. A sigh escape his lips as he’s overtaken by the boos. The FGAce lifts his head up before slowly raising his hand once more.

Chandler Scott: If I could please have a mome-

BOOOOOOOO!

Chandler looks off to a section of the crowd and shakes his head. The International Heavyweight Champion has been once again drowned out by the booing Chicago crowd. Chandler slowly raises the mic back to his lips. As soon as he opens his mouth…

SCREW YOU, CHANDLER!
CHANDLER SUCKS!

SCREW YOU, CHANDLER!
CHANDLER SUCKS!

SCREW YOU, CHANDLER!
CHANDLER SUCKS!

A solemn Chandler lightly nods his head to acknowledge tonight’s hostile crowd. Another sigh escapes his lips. Chandler puts both hands behind his back and slowly circles the ring. He can be seen calmly mouthing the words “let it out… let it all out.” It’s as if he wants the crowd to get out all of their anger towards him. Once Chandler returns to the center of the ring, he raises the mic and continues.

Chandler Scott: It’s clear that a great many of you are upset with me.

BOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Scott: It’s clear that a great many of you are disappointed in me.

BOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Scott: It’s clear that a lot of you feel that you have been let down.

BOOOOOOOO!

Chandler Scott: Allow me to explain…

Chandler scratches his temple twice before continuing.

Chandler Scott: What happened at Final Frontier during the FGA World Championship match… that wasn't an instance where a man got screwed over. That wasn’t an instance where robbery occurred. That was an instance where justice was served. Because let’s be honest with ourselves, people. Jimmy Page doesn’t deserve the FGA World Championship. Or any championship, for that matter!

A chorus of boos rings throughout the United Center.

Chandler Scott: In fact, Jimmy Page doesn’t deserve to be employed here or anywhere else. Jimmy Page doesn’t deserve to be walking around freely as you and I do. Jimmy Page doesn’t deserve the luxuries of life. Jimmy Page deserves to behind a set of cold… steel… bars.

Another round of boos from the DNA of FGA. Chandler continues calmly with his speech.

Chandler Scott: For well over a year, I had to stomach sitting back and watching this man con each and every single one of you great fans. It was sickening watching him win you over with his sob story. It was sickening watching him tug at your heart strings and manipulate you like only he can. It stuck in my craw watching him weave this woe-is-me tale. Unfortunately for all of you, you bought it hook, line and sinker. But that wasn’t the kicker. That wasn’t what really did it for me. Seeing you all prop him up as this upstanding member of society… watching you all hold him in this positive light as a fan favorite… and then watching you all - from you people in the stands to the people in the back - fawn all over him and talk about how much he deserved to become World Champion again… I got to be honest with you, people. It made me want to retch and vomit.

Jeers and boos are once again sent Chandler’s way. He continues...

Chandler Scott: So I righted a wrong at Final Frontier. I’m not sorry about it, because Jimmy Page isn’t sorry for a damn thing he’s done. I haven’t lost any sleep over it, because Jimmy Page hasn’t lost an ounce of sleep over the half a decade of damage he’s unleashed. If you ask me if I regret what I did, I’d tell you no because I wouldn’t change a thing.

More boos are sent at Chandler.

Chandler Scott: You people are all booing me right now. I know that there’s various members of this company, both on this roster and over there on that other show that don’t think too highly of me. And that’s fine. It’s fine. Because guess what? You people are quick to forgive and forget. If it doesn’t happen to you… if it doesn’t affect you… if it doesn’t hurt your bottom line, then what’s it to you, right? But you’re looking at one man that doesn’t forgive and for damn sure doesn’t forget. This thing between Jimmy Page and I… it’s beyond titles. It’s beyond money. It’s beyond accomplishments and legacies. It’s… personal. And it became personal the moment that he crossed the line. It became personal the moment that he took things beyond wrestling…

Chandler lets a beat pass as he starts to pace.

Chandler Scott: Jimmy Page might have thought things were long over. But as he found it, he was sadly mistaken. My greatest achievement in wrestling in 2018 was picking myself up, climbing back up that mountain and winning this right here.

Chandler points to the International Heavyweight Championship across his shoulder.

Chandler Scott: My second greatest achievement? Making sure that Jimmy Page’s 2018 ended as miserable as possible. Because let’s be honest, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.

Chandelr starts to pace again once he’s hit with another round of boos.

Chandler Scott: And hey, guess what Chicago? This goes out to you, to everyone in the back and to everyone watching at home. I don’t expect you to see things from my point of you. So this isn’t the part where I tell you all to stick it or you turned your backs on me or any of that. I’m not going to do it because I simply don’t expect any of you to get it. And that’s fine. You’ll all boo me now. You’ll all hate me now. And that’s fine. I get it. I hurt you all with my actions. I disappointed you. I let you down. So in turn, you boo me. After all, hurt people hurt people. You people don’t want to forgive me? That’s fine. That’s fine. I’ll be the bigger man… and forgive each and everyone of you.

Chandler gets slapped with a wave of boos from the Chicago crowd.

Chandler Scott: I forgive you. Do you forgive me? I forgive you, though.

Chandler starts gesturing to random people in the crowd while they continue to boo him.

Chandler Scott: Going forward, we’re not going to worry about Jimmy Page or anyone else from that other show. This is Flashpoint. This is the place to be here in FGA. We’ve got the best roster in this company and that fact was solidified with out draft lottery results from over a week ago!

There’s a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Cheers as the results of the new talent coming to Flashpoint. But the crow isn’t letting Chandler off the hook and re continuing to boo.

Chandler Scott: Things are continuing to look up here on Flashpoint. With Kendall Kingham, The Chaotics, Salem and myself as your champions, we will lead the way and take Flashpoint to new heights here in 2019! You’re very welcome

With that, the lights come back on inside the United Center. Chandler drops the mic in the ring before stepping out through the ropes, walking down the steps and making his way up the aisle. The International Heavyweight Champion is once again met with boos and jeers while making his way to the back...

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

★★★ DURING THE BREAK ★★★

A live shot of Chandler Scott comes up on the tron. The appearance of Flashpoint’s International Heavyweight Champion is met with a cascade of boos. Chandler makes his way past gorilla and out into the halls of the United Center. Chandler continues his trek until he’s abruptly cut off by Amanda Johnson, who appears antzy.

Chandler Scott: What can I do for you, Ms. Johnson.

Amanda Johnson: Chandler, I’ve got some bad news… for you.

Chandler Scott: Bad news… for me? What could possibly be bad news for me? I’m here on Flashpoint! We just got Chris Madison, Pendragon, Nina Stokes, Jaelynn Ramsey, Sadie San Francisco and Zola Star in the draft! Last I checked, I’m still your International Heavyweight Championship. What could possibly be bad news?

Amanda Johnson states the following matter-of-factly.

Amanda Johnson: Jimmy Page has just been traded to Flashpoint!

A crescendo of cheers comes from the fans in the United Center at the mention of Page joining the Flashpoint Zone. Chandler is initially non-responsive. He continues to stare at Amanda while blinking rapidly. Once the information sets in, he shakes his head.

Chandler Scott: Say that one more time. I know what I thought I heard you just say. But that can’t be true.

Amanda Johnson: Oh, but it is. Jimmy Page has just been traded to Flashpoint.

The announcement of Page coming to Flashpoint is met with a roar of cheers from the crowd. Chandler chuckles nervously before throwing his hands up in exasperation.

Chandler Scott: Of COURSE he’s been traded to Flashpoint. Of course!

Chandler lets out a sigh and shakes his head. He then stops before turning back to Amanda.

Chandler Scott: Well… what else do you want?

Amanda Johnson: I’ve got even worse news for you.

Chandler sucks his teeth in annoyance.

Chandler Scott: What else, Amanda?

Amanda Johnson: Page is on his way to the arena.

Another crescendo of cheers comes from the red hot Chicago crowd. The announcement of Page being en route to the building causes Chandler to clench his jaw. He slowly closes his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Chandler mutters something under his breath before turning to his left and to his right. He stands there shaking his head with disbelief...

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★★★ TAG TEAM MATCH ★★★
Ashley Marie Chase & Antoinette Sands vs. ?

"I Bring the Darkness (End of Days)" by Jim Johnston featuring Tommy Vext
begins to play as the aisle way fills up with smoke. AMC rises up from the smoke in full face paint and is trying not to cough from all the smoke.

”Who do you think you are?
You’ve now gone much to far!”

AMC steps through the smoke and looks around at the crowd she then slowly walks toward the ring basically strutting with a smirk as she fist bumps some of the fans

“Killin It” by Krewella hits the P.A system and the fans erupt in cheers. Pink and purple lights zoom around the arena as Antoinette Sands comes skipping out from the back. With a perky smile as ever, she jumps up and down amping the fans up before she delivers one final jump slapping her shoes down on the ground before running down the ramp. As she runs, she slaps the hands of some fans, glitter spewing from her hands as she slaps theirs.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at a total combined weight of 241 pounds! They are the team of ASHLEY MARIE CHASE and ANTOINETTE SANDS!

AMC walk up the steps, taking a moment to wipe her feet on the apron before getting into the ring. AMC then drops to her knees in the middle of the ring and stretches out her arms and looks out toward the crowd.

Sands approaches the ring as she climbs up the ring apron she stands up and removes her sparkly jacket tossing it to the side as she enters. Once she’s in the ring, she bounces up and down, screaming out to the fans who encourage her before playfully slapping hands with the ref as she awaits the arrival of her opponent.

Geoff Penzer: Ashley Marie Chase and Antoinette Sands, two thirds of the Triple A faction with Ashley Sullivan, will be competing in tag team action here tonight in our opening contest for Flashpoint! These two put up a heck of a fight against The Chaotics in a World Tag Team Title match just a few months ago. The two of them were tested by the champions. Tonight, they’re in line for a whole different kind of test as they’re facing two mystery opponents. Let’s find out who they will be facing.






























"Rockit" begins to play over the speakers as the the lights in the arena dim. Two individuals step through the curtains wearing jackets that flash red, blue, green and yellow colors. At the 28 second mark, the lights come back on, revealing the SMWB to a positive reaction from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: It’s Max Powers and Landon Knight! The Super Mario Wrestling Bros! The SMWB have come to Flashpoint!

Max Powers and Landon Knight slap hands with the fans on their way down the aisle. After sliding underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, they push themselves up and head into opposite corners. After climbing up onto the second rope and throwing their index fingers in the air, they climb to the top turnbuckle and backflip off, landing safely on their feet in the ring to cheers.

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of 373 pounds! They are the team of Max Powers and Landon Knight, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS!

Geoff Penzer: I have no idea how this happened! But the SMWB have landed here on Flashpoint to the shock of everyone in the United Center, especially Triple A!

The bell sounds as Powers and Chase circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Chase places Powers in a side headlock. Chase wrenches the hold until Powers shoves her off and into the ropes. When Chase returns, Powers leapfrogs over her. Chase continues to run the ropes. When she comes back, Powers turns around and leapfrogs over her again. Chase continues to run the ropes. When Chase comes back, Powers knocks her down with a dropkick. The cheers continue when Powers knocks her off her feet with another dropkick. Powers goes for a third dropkick. This time, Chase slips out of the way and watches Powers falls to the mat. As Powers gets back up, Chase grabs him and whips him into the ropes. When Powers returns, Chase drops down to the mat. So Powers hops over her before continuing to run the ropes. When he comes back, Chase gets to her feet and leapfrogs over him. Powers continues to run the ropes. When Powers returns, Chase sets up for a Northern Lights Suplex. But Powers blocks it. He then takes control of Chase her away from him and brings her down with a backslide pin.

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Chase slips out of the hold.

When Powers gets up on his knees, Chase meets him with repeated kicks to the chest! She then pulls Powers back to his feet and sets him up for the Name Dropper (Pedigree). But before Chase can deliver the move, Powers breaks free and counters with a back body drop. Powers picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Powers into the ropes. When Powers returns, he brings Chase down to the mat with a running hurricanrana! The cheers continue as Powers runs over before sending Chase flipping down to the mat with a step-up enzuigiri. While Chase is down, Powers goes for a standing moonsault. Chase rolls out of the way. But Powers is able to land on his feet next to her. He quickly throws out a somersault leg drop. But again, Chase rolls out of the way. This time, Powers lands in a seated position on the mat! Chase gets up to her feet and throws out a kick. But Powers leans out of the way, then quickly reaches up and pulls Chase down into a schoolboy.

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Chase kicks out.

Both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base. Chase is able to get to her feet first and makes Powers pay by dropping him with the Kick of Doom (Superkick)! She drops down and makes the cover.

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Powers kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Quick series of nearfalls there between both teams!

Chase goes over and tags in Antoinette Sands. The crowd cheers as Sands slingshots herself into the ring. After picking up Powers and wrenching his arms, Powers rolls forward, leans back, kips up, reverses into an arm wrench of his own and follows up with the Chain Chomp (arm wrench into a short-arm forearm smash).!The cheers continue when Powers hits Sands with another Chain Chop. He wrenches Sands’ arm once more before dragging her into the SMWB corner and tagging Landon Knight in. The crowd cheers when Knight gets in. The SMWB take Sands and whip her into the ropes. When Sands returns, the SMWB throw her down with a double hip toss, cartwheel over and knock her down flat on the mat with a double dropkick! The cheers continue while Knight makes the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Knight heads over and tags Powers back in. Powers then picks up Sands before whipping her into the ropes. When Sands returns, Knight brings her down with a drop toe hold. Powers then runs into the ropes, comes back, and executes a running Last Chancery. While Powers holds Sands in place, Knight hits the ropes, comes back and connects with a front dropkick to the face! The cheers continue as Powers turns over Sands for the cover.

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Sands kicks out.

Powers heads over and tags Knight back in. Once Knight gets in, Powers picks up Sands and doubles her over with a spinning back kick. Knight then grabs Sands’ legs from behind and pulls her down to the mat. He drags Sands back a few steps before positioning her up in a wheelbarrow hold. Powers then slingshots out onto the apron before bringing Sands down with a springboard somersault sitout facebuster! The cheers continue as Knight turns Sands over and makes the cover.

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Chase gets in and breaks up the pin.

Geoff Penzer: Nice series of quick tags and tandem moves there by the Super Mario Wrestling Bros! The SMWB are one of the most decorated tag teams in the world today. When you add the SMWB into the mix, it just makes the tag team scene on Flashpoint even stronger.

While Chase heads back out onto the apron, Knight brings Sands into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops. After sending Sands into the far corner, Knight runs across the ring to attack when Sands knocks him back with a back elbow. After shaking off the blow, Knight runs back into the corner. This time, he eats a boot to the face. Sands then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, grabs Knight and plants him with a Tornado DDT! Knight bounces off the top of his head before falling to the mat. Sands makes the cover.

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Knight kicks out.

Sands picks up Knight and goes for an irish whip. But Knight reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Sands comes back, she brings Knight back down to the mat with a headscissors takedown. Sands picks up Knight, positions him in a headlock and goes for a bulldog. Knight then shoves Sands off of him and follows her over towards the corner. Instead of crashing into the corner, Sands grabs the top ropes with both hands and slingshots herself over the oncoming Knight. When Knight turns around in the corner, the crowd cheers when he gets caught with a spin kick! Sands then takes Knight and whips him into the far corner. Sands runs across the ring, hops onto Knight and sends him out of the corner with a monkey flip! While Knight is down, Sands rolls out onto the apron before climbing the turnbuckles. Once Knight gets back up, Sands leaps off the top and knocks him off his feet with a missile dropkick! The cheers continue as she makes the cover.

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Knight kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Sands hits the dropkick off the top! But it only gets two. Sands and Chase are holding their own against the SMWB. They had no idea they would be facing Powers and Knight until they stepped out through the curtain.

Sands goes over and tags Chase back in. Once Chase gets in, she goes for a bulldog of her own. But again, Knight shoves her off and into the ropes. When Chase returns, she sees Knight setting up for a back body drop. So she stops and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. She makes the cover.

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Knight kicks out.

Chase picks up Knight, grabs the top of his head and knocks him off his feet with a standing dropkick. Chase then steps out onto the apron and starts to scale the turnbuckles. Once Knight gets back to his feet, Chase leaps off… and knocks him down with a high crossbody block!

Geoff Penzer: It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s a Cha-NO! Knight has rolled through it for the cover!

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Chase kicks out.

Knight picks up Chase and goes for an irish whip. But Chase reverses, sending Knight into the ropes. When Knight returns, Chase throws out the Kick of Doom. But Knight catches her foot. She then swings the leg away from him, grabs Chase from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Chase rolls over his shoulder and lands on her feet. Chase turns, heads towards the ropes and goes for a springboard roundhouse kick. But Knight counters with a dropsault in mid air! As Chase rolls to the outside, Knight turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, the crowd explodes with cheers when he flips over the top rope and knocks Chase down with a somersault senton!

Geoff Penzer: Knight takes it to the air before taking out Chase with that plancha to the outside!

Knight picks up Chase and rolls her back inside. Once he rolls back in, he reaches over and tags in Powers. Powers readies himself on the apron as Knight picks up Chase, scoops her up from the side and brings her down with a backbreaker. While Knight holds her in place, the crowd cheers when Powers hops in through the ropes, runs over and brings her down with a somersault leg drop! He makes the cover.

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Chase gets her shoulder up.

Powers picks up Chase, places her in a headlock and then brings her down with a bulldog. Powers returns to his feet, turns away from Chase, flips back and lands across her back with a standing moonsault. He pulls Chase over and makes the cover.

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Chase gets her shoulder up.

Powers picks up Chase and whips her into the corner. He then runs across the ring before connecting with a flying discus punch to the face. The cheers continue as he sends Chase across the ring into the far corner. Powers runs across the ring and hurls himself at Chase for a spinning heel kick. But Chase slips out of the way, causing Powers to crash into the turnbuckles! Powers bounces off the turnbuckles and slowly rolls away from the corner. Chase then steps out onto the apron before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Once Powers gets back to his feet, Chase leaps off and knocks him down with a missile dropkick from behind! The cheers continue as she pushes Powers over and makes the cover.

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Powers gets his shoulder up.

Chase picks up Powers, pulls his head back and then brings him down with a Scorpion Death Drop. While Powers is down on the mat, Chase heads into the corner before climbing the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she flips back for a moonsault… and nobody’s home after Powers rolls out of the way! The crowd cheers when Chase crashes on the canvas!

Geoff Penzer: The high risk didn’t pay off for Chase on that one! Can she recover in time and make the tag?

Both grapplers start to stir on the mat. Powers turns over onto a knee while Chase pushes herself up on all fours. Powers then gets back to a vertical base as Chase gets up on her knees. Powers turns around and starts to head towards his corner when Chase gets up, reaches out and grabs the back of his tights. Powers runs in place and holds his arm out of the tag while Chase tries with all her might to keep him held in place! Chase then yanks Powers over towards her and follows up with a clothesline to the back of the neck. Chase then hits the ropes. When she returns, Powers leaps up and drives her down with the Thwomp (diving double knees to a standing opponent)! Powers then rolls forward, dives into the corner and tags Knight back in! The crowd cheers when Knight scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for a Frog Splash. Chase is able to get her knees up in time, causing Knight to crash down across them! While Knight is curled up on the mat, Chase crawls over and tags Sands back in. As a hunched over Knight tries to get back to his feet, Sands runs over and brings him down with a sunset flip powerbomb!

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Knight gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: OH, SHE ALMOST HAD IT!

Sands picks up Knight and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when Sands knocks him off his feet with another spin kick! She makes the cover.

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Knight gets his shoulder up.

Sands picks up Knight, grabs him from the side and brings him down with the Sugar Rush (russian leg sweep)! She brings Knight back up, grabs him from the side and delivers a second Sugar Rush! While Knight is down on the canvas, Sands heads towards the corner and shouts “Farewell, Human!” Sands begins to climb the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she flips off… and crashes onto the canvas after Knight rolls out of the way!

Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home!

Knight returns to his feet. He picks up Sands and hooks her arms. But before he can lift her up, Chase catches him with the Kick of Doom! Powers then rushes in after Chase. The AAA member throws out another Kick of Doom. This time, Powers catches her foot. He then swings Chase’s leg away from him, hops onto her shoulders from behind, flips back and spikes her with a reverse hurricanrana! Powers picks Chase back up, pulls her into a front facelock and plants her with It’s-A-Me-DT (Snap DDT)! Meanwhile, Knight gets back to his feet and picks up Sands. After he lifts Sands up and delivers an atomic drop, the SMWB connect with stereo superkicks! While Sands is dazed, Knight lifts her up onto his shoulders while Powers rushes across the ring and hops out onto the apron. Knight then heads towards the corner and delivers a rolling fireman’s carry! Powers then springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and crashes down across Sands with a 450 Splash! After Powers rolls out of the way, Knight springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and crashes down on top of Sands with a Phoenix Splash! He hooks the leg.

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The crowd cheers as “Rockit” plays throughout the arena.

Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners, the SUPER MARIO WRESTLING BROS!

The cheers continue as Powers and Knight get their arms raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Hello, wrestling fans, and welcome to another installment of Flashpoint! I am your host, Geoff Penzer! We just witnessed the newest members of Flashpoint, the SMWB, defeating Ashley Marie Chase and Antoinette Sands in tag team action! Having the SMWB here will only spice up the tag division on Flashpoint. Speaking of tag teams, The Chaotics were successful in their World Tag Team Title match against the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad! With their win at Final Frontier, Hadley Herrera was fired from her position as Flashpoint general manager. I don’t know how The Chaotics were able to pull off that stipulation, but unfortunately we have seen the last of Ms. Herrera here on Flashpoint. I understand that The Chaotics were no fan of hers. Saying that is probably an understatement. But there are many here on Flashpoint that did like and appreciate what Ms. Herrera brought to the brand and we thank her for her year plus of service. While Vertigo has had a strong GM since their management change over the summer, Flashpoint is still on the search for a boss. But that still didn’t stop the brand from acquiring Jimmy Page via trade! Amanda Johnson dropped that bombshell on Chandler Scott during the commercial break. The look of Scott’s face was priceless, especially when Johnson told him that Page was on his way to the arena! If Scott is still in the arena when Page get here, that situation is going to quickly turn volatile!

Geoff Penzer: Wrestling fans, we’ve got a ton of action lined up for you here tonight. Up next, we will have the FGA debuts of both Zola Star and Nina Stokes! Later on tonight, Kendall Kingham defends her 15 Championship in a return match against former champion, Sloan Talbot! I’m being told that we will here from The Chaotics this evening! Then, in our main event, former Pride Champion, “Mayhem” Chris Madison, makes his return to FGA as he takes on the 2018 Rey del Aire winner, Cassius Reed! Plus, Jimmy Page is on his way to the arena!

[FGA Office]

Nina Stokes: Frontier Grappling Arts…

The camera hones in on an outside shot of the United Center as the pre-recorded video loads up. FGA’s mighty logo appears on the building’s LED boards. Red hues seep out into the nighttime atmosphere and skyline. The camera pans upwards towards the blue illuminated United Center Marque before it cuts to a bench a few feet away from the building. And despite the bitter cold, seated on the bench in a North Face jacket is Nina Stokes. Rays for a nearby street light rain down on her as she glances at a copy of Mad Graps Magazine.

Nina Stokes: For years, people told me that this was the place that I needed to be.

Her eyes never leave the magazine’s print.

Nina Stokes: But I didn’t make the leap, not when those people wanted me to. Maybe I was foolish. Maybe I was stubborn—

She shrugs her shoulders.

Nina Stokes: However, there were places that I wanted to see and visit. There were things that I wanted to accomplish and do.

Her gloved hands flip the page as she continues reading.

Nina Stokes: But I’m here now. And if you ask me, I’m right on time.

She folds the corner of the page before she closes the magazine and sets it beside her on the bench.

Nina Stokes: I’m not going to bore you all with my declarations and intentions, not right now. But if you’ve seen me over the past few years, then you know what happens when I enter a ring. And if you’ve watched me over the past couple of months, then you know how I get down.

The camera zooms in a bit as Nina crosses her legs. A spell of chilling wind rushes by. However, Nina does not flinch.

Nina Stokes: Nando Fresno—Alien Hunter

Saying that moniker out loud causes a sly smirk to appear on her face.

Nina Stokes: Good luck…

There’s a tiny pause.

Nina Stokes: You’ll need it.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

The scene opens up in the backstage area at the United Center-- with the image immediately opening up on a painted logo for the Chicago Bulls against the off-white walls, drawing an obligatory roar from the Chicago crowd. Several signatures, featuring past-and-present staff and players are written along the wall in black Sharpie.

As the camera pans out a bit, we reveal Sadie San Francisco, not dressed to compete, but in a pair of black-and-violet leggings and a black Starter jacket. Arms crossed, she looks over the signatures on the wall with a fond half-smile. A “SADIE!” chant begins among the capacity crowd, but before it can pick up steam, a shadow moves over the signatures and a pair of shoes slow to a stop behind the former Vertigo Grappler. Brow raised, Sadie shoots a look over her shoulder-- but the warm look returns to her face as she, evidently, sees who it is.

Sadie San Francisco: Hah, haven’t seen you in a while.

Flashpoint interviewer Amanda Johnson walks into frame, giving Sadie a broad smile before extending her hand, which Sadie quickly accepts with a handshake.

Amanda Johnson: Been a long time. I know I’m a bit late but, Sadie San Francisco, allow me to officially welcome you to Flashpoint.

Chicago pops for the welcome and Sadie places her palms together, giving Amanda a grateful nod before responding.

Sadie San Francisco: Good to be here. Gotta get used to some of the faces backstage but I think we’re gonna make it work. The fact that we’re getting this run kicked off in Chicago doesn’t hurt either.

Sadie’s eyes drift off toward the interior of the arena and she laughs lightly as the statement earns another cheap pop from the crowd.

Amanda Johnson: Sadie, unfortunately you weren’t able to recapture the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at the second night of Final Frontier, but with your draft to the Flashpoint brand, you have a multitude of opportunities ahead of you… so at the risk of sounding mundane here, I have to ask-- what is your first goal as a member of the Flashpoint brand?

Sadie draws in a deep breath before her eyes dart back toward Amanda.

Sadie San Francisco: Find Jaelynn Ramsey and stomp her face in immediately.

Amanda Johnson: Really?

Though the response does earn a positive response from those in attendance, Sadie smirks a bit and shakes her head.

Sadie San Francisco: Noo, no… 2019 should be about new challenges. To be honest there is something that’s had my interest for a while. I w…

The proceedings are interrupted as a familiar face walks into the frame, and then stops as she spots Sadie and our trusty neighborhood interviewer. That’s right, it’s our once again and two time FGA 15 Champion, Kendall Kingham! Obviously she has her title defense later tonight, but right now her attention is on the scene at hand.

Kendall Kingham: Oh good, I finally found a new person!

She wipes away at her forehead with her left arm, then flashes that big ol’ cheesy Kendall grin of hers, using the left arm to keep the title belt from falling off her shoulder.

Kendall Kingham: Hey Sadie, welcome to the Flashpoint Zone! Good to have you here since you’re a great competitor and all, and this place is all about competition. I mean, we have the whole change of GM thing but I’m sure it will be still. So uh, welcome to the team homeboy!

Holding out her free arm, she enthusiastically offers up the most awkwardly uncomfortable fist bump ever.

Sadie San Francisco: ...hm.

Sadie looks, if nothing else, mildly amused by the FGA 15 Champion. She accepts the fist bump, giving Kingham a curious smile.

Sadie San Francisco: I appreciate it, champ.

And without missing a beat, Sadie’s eyes dart toward the belt on Kingham’s shoulder.

Sadie San Francisco: Dug what you did at Final Frontier. Congrats.

Kendall smiles ear to ear before clearing her throat.

Kendall Kingham: Thanks, was pretty awesome but … y'know always another challenge out there, like tonight. Or the same challenge, you get my point.

A tad but flustered, she finally exclaims before uncomfortably darting off.

Kendall Kingham: I should let you get back to your thing. Sure I'll be seeing you around and stuff.

Kendall’s final words come off as an echo through the corridor, as she’s already covered significant distance. We pan back to Sadie, who wears the same amused half-smile on her face, watching as the FGA 15 Champion departs.

Sadie San Francisco: ‘Sure you will.

Amanda Johnson raises a brow in curiosity, looking toward Sadie, but our scene pans elsewhere before the interviewer can formulate another question.

[FGA Office]

Backstage at Chicago’s United Center, the newly drafted Flashpoint talent, Jaelynn Ramsey is seen in a black puffer coat, jeans and her hair tied up in a messy bun. She scans the production area, familiarizing herself with the new team she will be working with. Other than the talent and show color scheme, everything is pretty much set up the same. She walks past a monitor, where she sees one of the newest signees, Zola Star featured on the screen in a promotional package.

Jaelynn Ramsey: What is this? Doesn’t Susan Kent meet the quota for the ditz who uses wrestling as a platform for her other endeavors? Now we have the poor man’s Kardashian proclaiming to be a star and more than likely considers “influencer” a valid job. Yuck.

She says this with a scoff, completely aware that she’s being recorded on camera.

Jaelynn Ramsey: There’s already a fair amount of talent with names like, Chris Madison, Chandler Scott. What does she have to offer other than scripted drama?

A pause as she comes up with an answer.

Jaelynn Ramsey: I vaguely recall her stirring things up at last year’s Young Gun’s Cup tournament, which means I know what to expect from people like that.

She looks at the camera in disgust before looking at the monitor again.

?: WHAT THE FUNK IS THIS GRADE A HORSE SH*T?

The camera pans around, hard, to take in a new face on the scene: Cassius Reed.

Cassius Reed: Ain’t nobody in this building needing to waste time listening to this hack when there’s GOLD STAR TALENT like Cassius Reed on the scene. This bitch ain’t just stealing Cassius’ precious air time, she’s stealing the whole world’s precious oxygen.

He looks to Jaelynn, and offers a quick half-smile.

Cassius Reed: What about you, girl? You agree, right? That rather than wasting time on some no-hope bottom feeder who just as likely ain’t about to even turn up to do any work, they should be promoting their one true viable asset, Cassius Reed. It’s OK, you can agree with Cassius. That’s allowed.

Jaelynn raises her hands in a “slow your roll” motion before responding.
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Jaelynn Ramsey: I wouldn’t go that far. There’s a reason why Flashpoint decided to bring me in along with others. The supposed “b” show is in need of an enhancement, and I am here to do just that - filler excluded.

She says this as the footage on-screen displays a close up of Zola. Jaelynn turns her gaze back to Cassius with a smirk. He squints at her, bringing his face real close into hers.

Cassius Reed: Whachu talkin’ bout Jaelynn?

Before she can even begin her reply, Cassius’ hand is all up in her face, cutting her dead.

Cassius Reed: Girl, what you seem to not realise here is your role. You here so the suckas out there get to see a different flavour of face get Cassius’ fist run through it, and no more. Don’t you forget it.

He starts to move but seems to suddenly remember something and spins back on her again.

Cassius Reed: AND ANOTHER THING! You better get yo’ head straight right now and forget all that A show B show horsesh*t. Because as long at the Cassius Reed Experience is in town, there’s only one kind of show: THE C SHOW. And all you suckas just extras, you dig?

Cassius stares at her for just a moment, before turning and leave, muttering something under his breath as he goes. Jaelynn mouths “whatever,” rolling her eyes as she leaves in the opposite direction as the scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

The cameras shift to another part of the backstage area, where the smiling face of interviewer Amanda Johnson is the first thing that greets the fans.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the former United States Champion….Savannah Taylor.

The camera shifts to Amanda’s right, where the woman in question stood with her arms across her chest. If Amanda was the picture of cheery, then Savannah was the opposite.

Amanda Johnson: Savannah, at Final Frontier, you came up just short in your quest to reclaim the United States championship when you fell to Salem. I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on that and of Salem in general.

Savannah Taylor: My thoughts? Out of all of the questions that could have come out of your mouth, THAT is the route you’re going?

Amanda goes to reply, but is cut off by Savannah.

Savannah Taylor: Don’t answer that. How do you THINK I feel Amanda? Am I out here singing showtunes because I’m in a good mood? No I am not. I know this little thing between myself and Salem is far from over, and now it’s even involving others within her now former circle. But that is another story for another time. The point is...I came up short. I came up short in my quest for the championship that I pretty much defined. Now I will say this. For all of her quirks and her whole personality, the girl can go.

Savannah shakes her head as a slight chuckle escaped her lips.

Savannah Taylor: Who'd've thought that after everything we’ve put each other through that I would be this positive. I guess when you think about it, her and I have pretty much MADE the United States championship the elite level title that it is.

Amanda Johnson: So now that you have seemed to have moved away from Salem and away from the United States championship...what’s next?

Savannah goes to answer, but a figure approaches from Amanda’s left, a figure that causes a loud pop to come from the audience watching in the arena.The figure is none other than the recently drafted Chris Madison. A look of annoyance briefly flashes in Savannah’s eyes.

Savannah Taylor: Oh my God. I literally thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere in Taiwan or something.

Chris grins from ear to ear as he looks Savannah over from head to toe with Amanda Johnson serving as a buffer.

Chris Madison: Well it’s good to see you too Savannah. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Savannah huffs as she folds her arms across her chest and slightly blades her body away from Madison. Amanda Johnson instinctively turns her attention towards Flashpoint’s newest acquisition.

Amanda Johnson: Let me start with welcoming you back to FGA Chris! It’s been some time since we’ve seen you in an FGA ring; so I have to ask, what brings you back?

Savannah rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth, annoyed that her airtime has been taken from her.

Chris Madison: Thank you Amanda. I’ve always been the kind of guy who is very goal oriented. When I came back to FGA durin’ my last run, I wanted to prove to myself that I could be successful here. My run with Tommy Knox as the Black Hand didn’t quite go as planned my first time around; and in all honesty, it was rather forgettable. On the other hand, comin’ back and winnin’ the Pride Championship was probably one of the most fulfillin’ things I’ve ever accomplished in my career. I proved to myself and to all of the fans, that Chris Madison is one of the best pure wrestlers in the world. That success followed me as I traveled elsewhere, winnin’ a world championship in the process. But now it’s time for a change of pace. It’s simple. I want to compete against the best in the world and there’s only two promotions that provide that level of talent on a nightly basis. So here I am, just lookin’ for the opportunity to mix it up with the best this business has to offer!

Amanda Johnson looks over at Savannah who looks unamused by Madison’s resurgence.

Amanda Johnson: Well FGA has always been home to some of the best grapplers in the world. In fact, if my memory serves me right, the two of you are sitting even at one win a piece. Some might say that there’s even unfinished business between the two of you.

Chris smiles as he lowers his head, tucking his chin to his chest.

Chris Madison: The last time we met in the ring I took the FGA Pride Championship off of your hands, evenin’ up the score. After that, I got drafted to Vertigo while you landed on Flashpoint. Savannah, we never got a tiebreaker. The fans never got to see exactly who is the better wrestler. And it’s matchups like that which intrigue me, drive me to push myself beyond my limits.

He finishes his statement with a smile as Amanda also smiles and nods. In stark contrast, Savannah's face is scrunched up in an annoyed scowl.

Savannah Taylor: You could have picked LITERALLY any other time to come out here, yet you came out here now. Typical. Is that the reason why you are happy to have been drafted to the A Show? Because of some unfinished business? I can appreciate that.

She brushes her hair away from her face as she stands up straight, her arms dropping to her sides.

Savannah Taylor: And while you took the Pride championship over to the B Show, I was making history over here. I was busy defining the United States championship. You want to have a possible rubber match to see who the better wrestler is? Isn't that cute. I'm far from the same wrestler that you faced last time. But hey, if you play your cards right, you may get your wish.

Chris Madison: This interruption wasn’t intentional. I was lookin’ for caterin’ and took a wrong turn somewhere.

Chris follows up with a smirk that makes it hard to believe the previous statement.

Chris Madison: It doesn’t need to happen anytime soon. All I’m sayin’ is the that the prospect of another match between us is what made comin’ back to FGA a no brainer for me. I’ll let you get back to this little interview, I have a main event match against Cassius Reed to go get ready for.

Madison walks off camera, allowing the production crew to focus back in ln Savannah and Amanda. Amanda brings the microphone up towards her mouth but gets interrupted by a returning Chris Madison.

Chris Madison: Sorry, which way to caterin’?

Chris smiled as Savannah’s face turned red before he finally walks away from the duo. Savannah stares daggers down the hall where Chris walked down. She then looks back at Amanda and shakes her head, walking away as the scene switches elsewhere.

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Zola Star vs. Jillian Clay

“Gate Number 5” by College plays while Jillian Clay paces the ring.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… From the Outermost Rings of Saturn… JILLIAN CLAY!

“Stars” by Marshmello plays on the sound system in the arena and out comes Zola Star. She smiles as she hits the stage paparazzi snaps pictures of her as she graces the arena with her presence. She raises her hands in the air and poses for pictures before strutting down the ramp. She does a spin before heading to the left apron.

Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from CHIIIICAGOOOOO, ILLINOOOIIIIS! She is “The STAR”, ZOLA STAR!!!

She climbs the apron and raises her hands posing again before sliding into the ring through the second rope. She points a finger in the air to the crowd and smiles before putting her hands on her hips for a superhero like pose as the paparazzi snaps pictures of the STAR!

Geoff Penzer: What a night this must be for Zola Star. The one time RISE standout is now making her FGA debut in her hometown. The butterflies must be flying all around her stomach, I would imagine. But she’s got to stay focused. She can’t let the emotions that come with wrestling in front of friends and family get the better of her.

The bell sounds as Star and Clay lock up. After jockeying for position, Star takes Clay down to the mat with a judo throw. Clay gets back to a vertical base, only to get returned to the mat with another judo throw. Star then takes Clay and brings her back to her feet before sending her into the ropes with an irish whip. When Clay returns, the crowd cheers when Star knocks her off her feet with a dropkick. A second dropkick returns Clay to the mat. As Clay gets back up, Star runs over, jumps up and brings her back to the mat with a headscissors takedown. Star takes Clay and returns her to the ropes with another irish whip. When Clay comes back, Star brings her down with a hurricanrana. Star picks up Clay, doubles her over with a kick and then plants her with a hammerlock DDT! She makes the cover.

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Clay kicks out.

Star takes Clay, moves her into the corner and delivers a series of gut punches. She then brings Clay from out of the corner before shooting her off into the far ropes. When Clay returns, Star knocks her down with a big boot! Star quickly turns away from Clay before landing on top of her with a standing moonsault! The cheers continue as Star mounts herself on top of Clay before raining down punches to the face! Star returns to her feet before heading into the ropes. When she comes back, she delivers a split leg drop across Clay! Star then pulls Clay back to her feet, hooks her and delivers the Three Amigos! She then rolls over, pulls Clay back to her feet and brings her down with the Star Fall (Dark Matter)! After dragging Clay into position, Star steps out onto the apron. She begins jumping up and down before scaling the turnbuckles. Once Star reaches the top, she flips off and crashes on top of Clay with The STAR Splash (Shooting Star Press)! The cheers continue as she hooks the leg for the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd cheers as “Stars” blasts over the PA.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, ZOLA STAR!

The cheers continue as Star gets her arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Zola Star makes short work of Jillian Clay and gets the win in front of her hometown crowd in her FGA. I’m expecting big things from Star going forward. But just remember, it only gets tougher from here…

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

After a break in the action, a hush in the crowd turns to a murmur and then the hypnotic drumbeat of ‘Phenomena’ by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs causes the fans in attendance to erupt! They know it can mean only one thing, and sure enough the witch known as Salem bounces down to the ring, dancing to the herky jerky riff of the song. She climbs a turnbuckle and howls at the crowd, ripping the FGA United States Championship from her waist before swinging it around her head like a madwoman. She holds each end of the strap and bounces down to the ring mat, doing a lap and pointing at the crowd before slapping her chest over her heart. She pulls a silver handled microphone from her pocket and affixes it to the silver cane she carries with her, looking not unlike the Queen frontman Freddie Mercury’s setup. She air guitars with it as the song fades out.

Salem: Chicago, let me hear you! We are in the heartland of America, one of the greatest cities in the world, and I’m so proud to represent you as YOUR United States Champion. Now some might say… hey wait, I thought she was Canadian?!? Well I was born in Canada, true. But I grew up in New Hampshire. I claim both countries, and I’ve had my greatest successes here.

She holds up her arms again, and the crowd goes wild.

Salem: Successes? Call it that, maybe call it winning wars. Because that’s what it was, a war. To first liberate this title belt from good ol’ Savvy Tay Tay herself, Savannah Taylor. And then to knock back her challenge to regain it, preventing her from being a three time US Champ. She’s synonymous with this title, for better or worse….making it what it is today. Making it a rich prize that I craved. But now I possess it, and it’s on me now… up to me to elevate this belt even further. To be a great champion you have to do more than just show up. A title is gold and leather and a few jewels, what have you. It stays the same, but the status of it can either elevate or fall, depending on the actions of the holder. Me? I know all about elevation...levitation...reaching new heights, have broomstick will travel. And I have EVERY intention of making MY name the new standard for this belt!

She holds up the belt and slaps it for emphasis.

Salem: But as great as this title is, and trust me I cherish it like the blood in my veins… I still give a moment of pause, a little wrinkle in time. See, a couple of months ago after I had already won this baby, I had another opportunity. I was playing with house money, and I had a shot to go for even more….the richest prize on Flashpoint. I was in a #1 contender’s match for the FGA International Heavyweight Championship; a match that was marred by, well… Savannah Taylor. As I mentioned, she got dealt with accordingly. Still, I play this little fantasy in my head over what might have been. Had I won that match, maybe I would’ve been the one rolling into Final Frontier with everything to gain and maybe just maybe we don’t have Chandler Scott strutting around here with THAT belt here today. Rest assured, one of these days I will turn my fantasy into reality, in my mind we’re just delaying the inevitable. Hats off to James Edwards though, he gave it a hell of a….

Before she can finish her thought for the crowd, they rise for a different reason: the opening beats of ‘My Name is Human’ which brings out the very man she just mentioned. James Edwards makes his way down to the ring, for the most part keeping his eyes on Salem as he slides into the ring, microphone in hand. Edwards nods to the raucous cheers that greet his arrival, but he is quick to turn his attention toward Salem. The crowd quickly turns the noise down a notch when they realize James isn’t here to pander to them.

James Edwards: I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it ain’t necessary. Congratulations are for when you put somebody down and take their title. They ain’t reserved for passing out in the Scott Lock.

Edwards’ jaw clenches as he takes a moment to remember his razor-thin defeat at Final Frontier.

James Edwards: I’m not out here to explain my views on celebrations, though. I’m out here to discuss business and it has to do with what you just mentioned. As far as I’m concerned, I deserve another shot at Chandler. He didn’t make me tap out or say I was done. I pushed my body past its limit with a hurt knee and ran out of gas. I know I can beat him. He knows I can beat him. These people know I can beat him.

The crowd pops and James catches himself from cringing knowing they are just trying to show him support.

James Edwards: But the FGA front office had different ideas. They told me I had my chance and I should go to the back of the line because in their words there are other folks who deserve a shot. I’ve got a hunch some of them may be new signees or returning names that would look good on a poster opposite of Chandler, but I can’t prove that and dwelling on it ain’t going to do me a damn bit of good. If I have to start at the bottom again, then so be it. I’ll just buzzsaw my way back up the mountain until I get that bastard in the ring again!

The crowd roars with Edwards’ fierce declaration. Salem gives him a bemused grin and Edwards smirks at her while the cheers die down.

James Edwards: And that’s what I’m out here for. You want a shot at the assh*le with the white and gold belt just like I do. If either of us got a win over the other that would bring us back near the top of the list. We've got a little-unfinished business, you and me. I ain’t made it a secret it kills me that bitch you took that belt from crashed our fight. She took a chance from you and put doubts in the back of my head on whether I was the real number one contender or not. She doesn’t have the balls to do it again. So this is what I’m thinking, a rematch the first chance we get, what do you say?

Salem leaned back into the corner, waiting for James to finish, and when he did, she popped back up to a standing relaxed pose.

Salem: James James James, I’m out here trying to give you some props, pump you back up a bit, and this is what I get? The no nonsense killjoy strikes again. I know it’s just your way, I get it. But make no mistake, I’m not out here to blow smoke up anyone’s butt, when I give credit it is surely deserved. I saw your match with Chandler, your body gave out and betrayed your spirit. If you had your wits about you, the match would’ve surely continued. You literally left it all out there. That should be commended, you brought a fire I hadn’t seen out of you before.

She looked around the arena, gesturing toward James and clapping, encouraging the rest of them to do the same.

Salem: But I have to wonder, in leaving it all out there… did you gather everything back up after it was over? Do you still have that fire or did some Prometheus come through and steal it when you weren’t looking? All I’m saying is, the James Edwards that fought tooth and nail until he got audience with the great Chandler Scott is back to his old ways. The chip on your shoulder. So quick to bristle up when the front office tells you no. They say you don’t get another shot and you’re just quick to go ‘aw shucks’ and accept it? If I had done the same when the going got tough I would’ve never won this United States Championship. You have to do everything in your power to stand out and make the wrestlers and the business people in the back take notice. But now you’re talking about doubting yourself and going to the back of the line? Let me drop some knowledge on you, the only line in this business is the one that separates us regarding one simple notion: if you believe it, you can achieve it. It is not a straight line by any means, it’s jagged as hell. And right now, to me? You’re tap dancing back and forth over it. In one breath you tell me you’re confident you can beat Chandler Scott if given another shot, but then not entirely sure you earned that right in the first place? Pride and doubt are always at war, and neither plays fair, James.

Salem shook her head, gathering her thoughts, a pursed look on her mouth before continuing on.

Salem: I do believe in my own mantra: what’s fair is fair. And you’re right, we do indeed have unfinished business. We have denied these fans and ourselves a match between us with a clear and concise winner, with no petty jackals sniffing around to nip at our heels and trip us up. You’re out here mentioning you will start the climb back up from the bottom of the mountain, and your first inclination is… to face me? I’m actually kinda hurt. I would like to think that holding the United States Championship puts me about halfway up that mountain, two-thirds maybe? Surely not the bottom.

Salem paced back and forth rubbing her chin. She then held up a finger in an a-ha moment.

Salem: I’m not out here to deny anyone anything they deserve, James. I don’t duck and run like Savannah. I want to face you as bad as you want to face me. I tell you what, if you can show me that you still have that fire on the next Flashpoint and let me see THAT James Edwards in action firsthand, versus anyone... I don’t care who… I will give you a definite answer on that rematch. And not to get into a heated argument on where I am on that mountain you mention, it may just well be… for this.

Salem held the United States Title up for everyone including James to see. Edwards just shook his head in an agitated fashion.

James Edwards: Cut the sh*t, Salem. It’s a yes or no, question.

The good-natured witch and a portion of the crowd look on in shock at the Burning Heart as his lips turn into a slight snarl.

James Edwards: You can’t give me a simple answer to an even simpler question. Yes or no. That’s all it takes to set up a fight. I had to chase Chandler and make an ass of myself on national TV because he wouldn’t give me an answer. I’m not doing it again. You can say you’re different from Savannah all you want, but you’re hiding in a different way. You want to shu something? I’ve been been showing that fire since the day I came into this company. I took the long way around to the top of the card. I beat every son of a bitch who thought they could get in my way. So don’t tell me I need to show you something. The only reason you’re not giving me an answer is because I didn’t come out here and praise your name. Yeah, that sounds a lot like Savannah Taylor or Chandler Scott. The only way you get them in the ring is kiss their ass or a make an ass out of yourself, and I ain’t doing that.

While James speaks Salem lowers her belt back onto her shoulder.

James Edwards: I ain’t interested in playing around in the mid-card anymore. I ain’t interested in a chase or a title that is going to hold me back. I got a taste of the world title and I want that damn thing more than anything in the world right now. That’s the only title worth fighting for to me, and the only fights I want are with people who want it as much as I do. You’re a big name, one who if I put to sleep I’d go from the bottom to the top, which is why I wanted to challenge you, but since you want me to show you something, you want me to chase you, screw that sh*t.

Edwards throws down the mic to a mix of boos and cheers from the crowd and exits the ring. Salem just shakes her head at him.

Salem: It’s amazing to me that a man with two fully functioning ears can stand out here and listen and not hear a word I just said to you. There is no chase. I’m trying to let you help yourself, you just needed a confidence boost is all. I’ve never asked for or expected anyone to kiss my ass. But you’re so quick to disrespect me when you don’t get the quick and snappy answer… you just walk away from me like I’m some bum? That fire of yours? It may not have gone out yet. You want an answer? Look inside that burning heart of yours and find something that should be self-evident.

She tossed down the microphone and strapped the title belt back around her waist as Edwards scoffed at her from the aisleway, and Salem’s music hit once more as the crowd seemed at a boiling point.

[FGA Office]

The shot opens with Amanda Johnson backstage at the United Center with a microphone in hand. After a second, she holds the microphone up as she begins to speak.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentleman of the FGA faithful, I have with me here Ashley Sullivan.

The camera pans over slightly as Sullivan steps into view. Dressed still in her street clothes, she is obviously not there to compete tonight.

Amanda Johnson: Ashley, while your fellow AAA members Antoinette Sands and Ashley Marie Chase were in a match earlier, you yourself aren’t scheduled to compete tonight. Are you here as only a show of unity with your friends or is there another reason?

Taking a moment, Ashley smiles as she pulls her glasses away from her face to leave them hanging from her t-shirt before answering the question.

Ashley Sullivan: Ant and Ashley Two are big girls. They don’t need me around all the time to hold their hands. No. After Final Frontier, I wanted to send a message to our fans. From the people to come to our shows to fill the arenas to everyone watching at home. And what better place than right here in Chicago?

Amanda Johnson: By Final Frontier, you mean your place in the Frontier Lions Cup? Another tournament where you’ve advanced far in but ending coming up short.

Ashley Sullivan: Frontier Lions Cup. Rey Del Aire. Young Guns. I know I don’t have a very good track record when it comes to tournaments. Lesser people would just call it quits and not even bother with things like that anymore and focus on something else instead, lower their standards. Call it that dumb Irish pride that kind of runs in my family, but I’m not built like that. You’ll never hear me say that I can’t do something. Put a cliff up in front of me. While some people would just be content with making a little camp at the bottom to live out their lives at the bottom, I’m going to try to figure a way to climb up that thing just so I can get up there and check out the view. I’ve been doing it that way since I first got into this business over five years and that’ll continue to how I work until the day comes that I leave for some retired pasture.

It's at this moment that a large shadow is cast across the two of them, a silence falling upon them as Sloan Talbot slowly saunters into the shot. The big man takes a second, rubbing his chin as he sizes Ashley up...then begins to chuckle! He shakes his head dismissively, continuing his saunter, eventually exiting the shot. Ashley pauses as he leaves, turning her head as she speaks.

Ashley Sullivan: But tonight? Tonight I’m here for another reason too. Two birds, one stone. Call it some unfinished business that I don’t want to be left hanging. I always pay my debts.

Ashley turns back to Amanda with a confident smirk and tilts her head slightly in the direction where Talbot just went before she steps off camera herself while the shot fades to black. 

[FGA Office]

★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Nina Stokes vs. Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter

“Satellite” by The Kills plays while Nando Fresno bounces off the ropes.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… from Fresno, California… NANDO FRESNO: ALIEN HUNTER!

The lights in the arena dim to a fairly darkened level. A couple of seconds pass before MUCC’s “Sei to Shi to Kimi” begins to play. The base of the entrance becomes fills up with heavy smoke. Nina Stokes makes her way out from the back a few seconds later. She emerges from the smoke after a moment or two. She gives a sly sneer to camera before she makes her way towards to the ring.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is “The Kodiak”, NINA STOKES!

Her pace down to the ring deliberate and leisurely. She tosses a couple of glances towards the crowd, but for the most part, she keeps her eyes fixated on the square circle. Nina flexes her arms a bit as she reaches the end entryway. She cracks her neck and completely circles the ring one time. Afterwards, Nina cracks her knuckles and slides into the ring.

Nina paces around for a moment. Then she removes her jacket and tosses it into the corner. Nina pulls on the ropes and stretches before she lounges in the corner and waits for the start of the match.

Geoff Penzer: Nina Stokes is a renown striker that has plied her trade in some of the top wrestling organizations in the world. Now, Stokes finally finds herself here in an FGA ring for the very first time. By the look in her eyes, I can already tell that she’s up for the task. Which means bad news for everyone here on the Flashpoint roster.

The bell sounds as Stokes and Fresno slowly circle the ring. Stokes begins to try and cut the ring off as she inches closer and closer to the Alien Hunter. She fakes a high roundhouse, which causes Fresno to block high. Stokes quickly takes advantage and fires off a shoot kick to the calf. The stinging blow fazes Fresno as lifts the leg up after impact. Fresno gingerly puts the leg back down and tries to defend another strike. Stokes continues to feint as she tries to get Fresno to commit. Once Fresno bites on another feint, Stokes blasts him with another leg kick. The Alien Hunter groans after getting hit once again in the lower leg. Fresno is starting to move a bit slower as those two kicks have taken their toll. Stokes fakes a low shoot kick, only to quickly follow up with a rolling solebutt to the midsection! Fresno gets doubled over by the kick to the midsection. He’s then stood back up after a rising knee strike catches him right under the chin! While Fresno is visibly stunned, Stokes knocks him back with a push kick to the chest. After moving Fresno into the corner, Stokes unloads on Fresno with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kick can be heard throughout the arena! She then takes Fresno and whips him into the far corner. Stokes charges across the ring, lunges herself at Fresno and crushes him with double knees in the corner! Stokes pulls Fresno from out of the corner before lifting him up across her shoulders. She makes her way towards the center of the ring before bringing him down with a fireman’s carry gutbuster!

Fresno bounces off of Stokes’ knees before rolling across the ring. While Fresno is on all fours, Stokes heads over, grabs him by the wrist and begins to bash him with wristlock face kicks! The boos continue as Stokes lets go of the wrist before heading into the ropes. She she returns, she flattens Fresno with a running roundhouse kick! Stokes reaches down, pulls Fresno up by his dreads and quickly traps his arms before cracking him across the face with a headbutt! She lets go, quickly grabs Fresno from the side and throws him down with authority using a snap Saito Suplex! The boos continue as Stokes slowly pulls up Fresno before grabbing a hold of him and dropping him with a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex! Stokes pulls Fresno up by the hair again before taking his back. She then rushes forward, sending Fresno crashing into the corner. As soon as Fresno bounces off the turnbuckle, Stokes throws him down with the Chaos Theory (turnbuckle smash into a back roll German Suplex)! Stokes lets go, sending Fresno crashing down on his shoulders! After Fresno rolls over onto his knees, Stokes comes out of the corner before cracking him with the Amidst the Shadow of Sorrows III (Boma Ye Knee Strike)! The boos continue as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd boos when “Sei to Shi to Kimi” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Here is your winner, NINA STOKES!

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

Geoff Penzer: Nina Stokes ran right through Nando Fresno here tonight! Her precision striking was on display as she made short work of the Alien Hunter. The scary thing is that Stokes didn’t even unleash her entire arsenal. If people on Flashpoint aren’t aware of Stokes yet, then they better get up to speed pronto!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome your FGA World Tag Team Champions… Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander… CHAAAAAOTICS!

A mixed reaction surges throughout the United Center as the lights dim and Kavinsky’s “Deadcruiser” blasts over the PA system, prompting a multicolored strobe to dance throughout the darkened arena.

Geoff Penzer: And here they are, ladies and gentlemen-- this is the team that not only retained their World Tag Team Championships in brutal fashion against the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, but somehow, someway, they managed to put our now-former General Manager Hadley Herrera in a position where her very career was riding on the result of that match. Dan Herrera couldn’t go anymore. Hadley Herrera, for the sake of her family, threw in the towel. She’s no longer here, but these two have made it clear that they’re not going anywhere.

There’s an initial pop as Logan Alexander makes his way out from behind the curtain, casually making his way down the ramp, World Tag Team Title over his shoulder and eyes focused on the ring… but the reaction fades to a chorus of boos as Ashlyn De Luca strolls out a few paces behind him, a bit more swagger in her step and a broad grin on her face as she thrusts her title high above her head, taking the time to shout back at some of the Chicago fans that lean over the barrier to jeer her.

Geoff Penzer: Logan Alexander went the distance on the first night of Final Frontier, meeting Evan Envi in the finals of the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup. He earned the respect of his peers and the respect of these people, by the sounds of it, but his partner-- this is a far cry from the Ashlyn De Luca that made her way to FGA in 2017 if you ask me. I don’t know if I have an accurate word, quite yet, for her attitude as of late.

Now in the ring, De Luca reaches through the ropes and out to the timekeeper to accept a pair of microphones. As De Luca hands one to her partner, the music fades, panning in toward Ashlyn as the music begins to fade. Ashlyn raises the microphone to her mouth-- but before a single word can make its way out, deafening boos rain down on the World Tag Team Champions… or at least, on the champion.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ashlyn twirls the mic in her hand a bit, narrowing her eyes as she looks out among the Chicago audience. She looks toward Logan, saying something that can’t be picked up by the ringside microphones before she tries to raise the mic again-- only to be greeted with an even louder, deeper chorus of boos. Ashlyn’s eyebrows arch and she slowly lowers the microphone, mouthing “wow” as she looks out into the United Center.

“YOU STILL SUCK!”

“YOU STILL SUCK!”

“YOU STILL SUCK!”

“YOU STILL SUCK!”

Ashlyn nods along in rhythm to the chant for a few moments before finally clearing her throat into the microphone, ignoring the chorus of boos that follows.

Ashlyn De Luca: That’s uh… that’s a really, really weird way of saying “thank you” but I think we’ll take it. You’re welcome. Bahahahaha…

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ashlyn De Luca: You guys are welcome for us putting in the time and putting in the work necessary to finally rid this brand of the person-sized parasite known as Hadley Herrera. FINALLY we can have a program with a foundation that’s based on talent instead of one based on surnames. Do you guys even appreciate the gravity of what happened at Final Frontier? Huh?

Ashlyn draws in a deep breath, taking the booing of Chicago as a clear “no” as she continues.

Ashlyn De Luca: Logan Alexander and I changed the complexity of FGA Flashpoint and we did it, not only for the betterment of the Chaotics, but the betterment of you. Instead of forcing us to jump these imaginary hurdles and beat the same teams time and time again, we’ve put Frontier Grappling Arts in a position where they’re all but forced to give us REAL competition.

The audience, albeit hesitant, comes alive loudly for De Luca’s words. She paces the ring, adjusting the title on her shoulder before she goes on.

Ashlyn De Luca: We did it when we defended these World Tag Team Championships against the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad… but the Chaotics went above and beyond the call of duty at Final Frontier. At least one half of us did.

The audience begins to come alive as Ashlyn turns toward her partner.

Ashlyn De Luca: At Final Frontier, my partner went the distance. At Final Frontier, my tag team partner, Logan Alexander busted his ass time after time after time after time…

The Chicago crowd grows loud, most coming to their feet in ovation for Logan Alexander. Ashlyn lowers the mic and nods a bit as a chant surges throughout the audience.

”LOGAN!”

“LOGAN!”

“LOGAN!”

“LOGAN!”

“LOGAN!”

Ashlyn De Luca: And despite going to war for the 2018 Frontier Lion’s Cup, Logan was still by my side less than twenty-four hours later to make sure we came to Chicago STILL your reigning, defending, FGA World Tag Team Champions. NEVER anticipate any image other than this one.

With that, De Luca and Alexander raise their World Tag Team Championships high into the air, earning a thunderous mixed reaction from Chicago.

Geoff Penzer: She is absolutely full of herself, isn’t she?

After soaking in the moment, the champions lower their titles back down. Logan rests his back on his shoulder and then raises his mic, earning a pop from a section of the crowd-- a stark contrast to their reaction to De Luca.

Logan Alexander: It would have been a much sweeter moment to be standing here with the Frontier Lion’s Cup, that wasn’t meant to be unfortunately. But these World Tag Team Championships are what define us right now… and at Final Frontier, we showed how important they are to us. We were not put into a favourable situation but we went all in, just as we always do. And with three Herreras standing tall before us to begin with… we put all of them down together.

This draws a loud negative reaction from the Chicago crowd. Logan pauses to allow them to express themselves. As the crowd settles again, Logan resumes.

Logan Alexander: I’m sure you might find it hard to believe, but I do agree with that assessment.

This quiets the crowd a bit and Ashlyn raises a brow at Logan, physically biting her tongue, apparently choosing to withhold comment until he continues.

Logan Alexander: You look at that situation we were standing in the center of last year. I’m disappointed that it came to that. It never had to be so rigidly set as us against them. We simply wanted a little leeway. A little flexibility in how things were done. As all great competitors do, we wanted more than what we had. I would like to think that my showing over the last couple of months has validated our request. We didn’t ask for championships to be laid at our feet. We just wanted a chance to earn them.

Logan glances over at Ashlyn, frowning slightly.

Logan Alexander: Hadley apparently thought otherwise.

Ashlyn nods, saying something to Logan that the mics don’t quite pick up before Alexander continues.

Logan Alexander: She apparently thought that what we deserved was to have the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad sent against us again and again until they finally got the job done. That is something that did not happen and I suspect that it is something that will never happen.

Ashlyn nods again, smirking a bit, still not raising the mic back up, but she can be heard shouting the phrase “it’s basically physically impossible!”

Logan Alexander: And so… that story came to a close with the expected heroes falling before us. Dan and Peaches are gone to Vertigo. Hadley is gone entirely. It was something that did not need to happen, but here we are. We stand before you all victorious…

Logan smirks out at the crowd, who grow restless, many anticipating what’s next…

Logan Alexander: … and STILL...

Once again, De Luca and Alexander raise their World Tag Team Championships high into the air, this time earning a thunderous reaction more heavily made up of boos, but with audible sections of cheers.

Geoff Penzer: And I’m sure if you ask them on any given day… and “always.”

The champions lower their titles back down once again.

Logan Alexander: We’re not content with just that though. I was able to bring down Johnny Karma a month ago. I was the last person standing for the Flashpoint brand when the dust settled at Final Frontier. And I’m certain that Ashlyn could have done better had she been in my place.

Ashlyn shrugs toward the camera, stating “we’ll never know.”

Logan Alexander: But even though we’d like some individual success going forward this year, we are by no means done as World Tag Team champions. We’ve set several new standards for these titles and we intend to continue raising the bar for everyone else that decide to try and follow. We are the best and don’t expect that to change any time soon.

Ashlyn De Luca: Which raises a really important question, you know. Since we’ve wrecked EEEVERY single team that’s even considered climbing up in the ring with us, what exactly is there lef--

All of a sudden, "Take A Chance" by CFO$ begins to play over the PA system, instantly creating a buzz amongst the fans, who all know whose entrance music that is. Ashlyn stops mid-sentence, mouth still hanging open, head slowly turning to face the ramp as her eyes gradually narrow. Far more composed and only raising an eyebrow in response, Logan looks towards the entryway. The champs fix their attention towards the source of this interruption, and they do not have to wait very long, as out through the curtains walks Neal Durden, followed closely by Lowri Moss, to a massive pop.

Geoff Penzer: Maybe there is something, or rather someONE left, Ashlyn, and that's Flashpoint's newest tag team… the first ever FGA United States Tag Team Champions… Pendragon!

The Welsh duo stand side by side on the stage, taking a moment to survey the cheering crowd first, a timid smile showing on their faces. Yet, after a bit, their focus shifts towards The Chaotics. Neal and Lowri look at each other and walk to the ring, making sure to high five some fans along the way. Once inside the ring, the duo come face to face with The Chaotics, as the crowd cheer the moment. What seemed as merely a dream, is now a reality. After a couple of seconds standing in front of Ashlyn and Logan, Neal and Lowri bypass them, and walk to the other end of the ring and ask for a microphone. Once they get handed a microphone, both Neal and Lowri turn back to the current World Tag Team Champions. Neal has the microphone in his hands and whenever he brings it close to his mouth to speak, the pop in the crowd becomes so deafening that he decides to only smile and not to say anything. Finally he gets the crowd to quiet down a bit for him to speak.

Neal Durden: I think your question has been answered before you even finished it, Ashlyn.

A large pop from the crowd follows Neal’s statement, followed by a huge “PENDRAGON!” chant. Ashlyn rolls her eyes, shaking her head a bit at the reception for Flashpoint’s newest team.

Neal Durden: Yet, credit where credit is due. You managed a feat a lot of tag teams, and even singles wrestlers, have set out to do, yet many have failed. You managed to clean up an entire division. You beat the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, you beat Smart Style, you beat the Dogs of War… every team that went for those titles, as you said, you beat up…

Ashlyn and Logan bring the belts up to their shoulders and they seem to be full of confidence after Neal’s remarks, yet he continues.

Neal Durden: But while you were beating all those teams here on Flashpoint, over on Vertigo, WE were doing the same. We beat The New Murder, we beat the Reapers In Pride--

Lowri Moss: And don’t forget the Good Guys!

Neal Durden: All the while, establishing the FGA United States Tag Team Championship.

As if he were predicting The Chaotics’ reply, Neal lifted his left hand and continued speaking.

Neal Durden: And I know what you’re thinking… ‘what about Silk & Cyanide?’... well, everyone saw what happened and it is no good to dwell on that. They beat us, no matter how it was, the fact remains… and it stings a bit, it stings not to have the opportunity YOU had against Smart Style. It stings not to be able to regain what WE made our own, while proving to the world WE are one of, if not THE BEST Tag Team on the planet right now.

Chicago roars for Neal. The camera focuses on Ashlyn, whose jaw is clenched as she looks at Durden, not as moved by his words as the fans. Logan watches Neal intently, a smirk on his face as he is clearly amused by that statement.

Lowri Moss: While being drafted to Flashpoint does mean that we aren't going to get that opportunity, what it also means though of course, is that now there are new opportunities open to us, with new opponents for us to test ourselves against, and--

Lowri pauses to take a quick glance at the belts on the shoulders of Ashlyn and Logan.

Lowri Moss: New titles for us to compete for.

She then exchanges a glance with Neal, before looking back to The Chaotics, as a smirk starts to form on her face.

Lowri Moss: We know that the two of us facing off with the two of you is something that people have been anticipating ever since the draft lottery put Pendragon on the same show as The Chaotics. In fact, we know this is something that people have been wanting to see for quite some time now: FGA's two dominant tag teams of the past twelve months, together in the same ring. And if that's what people want to see, then well, who are we to disappoint them?

Ashlyn opens her mouth to respond, but sighs into the mic, looking visibly annoyed as chants of “YES!” echo throughout the United Center. Logan glances around at the crowd, seemingly unperturbed by this response, as De Luca paces a bit, looking from Neal to Lowri with a nigh-incredulous expression on her face.

Ashlyn De Luca: Is that what we’re doing? Consolation prizes? Really?

Ashlyn blinks quickly as if trying to understand what Pendragon are saying, slowly bringing the hyped-up crowd back to Earth, earning boos from pockets of the audience.

Ashlyn De Luca: We’re just gonna forget that you guys just lost your Tag Team Titles? We’re just gonna let Pendragon come in here and demand a match with the champions because that’s what they want to see? We’re just gonna sacrifice the value of the FGA World Tag Team Championships for a cheap pop? Really?

Ashlyn holds up a hand, continuing.

Ashlyn De Luca: What happened to the days when people had the respect to climb the ladder and earn the right to have a match with the champion? Reddit is killing this business, man.

Logan remains quiet as Ashlyn speaks her mind on this. He fiddles with his microphone, but makes no move to add his thoughts to this situation. Instead he just nods along in agreement. Neal smiles, as a light chuckle escaped him. He then took the opportunity to speak.

Neal Durden: We never said anything about a title shot? Did we? We’ll earn it, just as we earned the titles you alluded to. Just as we’ve earned the fans’ respect around the world, from the UK to Japan… Just give us time, because — and lets be honest here — THIS...

Neal points toward both The Chaotics and Pendragon before continuing.

Neal Durden: Is a long time coming.

Ashlyn’s groans as this earns another pop from the audience. She shakes her head, raising the mic with the same look of confusion.

Ashlyn De Luca: Were you guys supposed to be out here at the same time as us or did you actually come out here just to be dicks and interrupt us? Because I’m suddenly feeling a little bit crowded.

Taking the title off of her shoulder and into her hand, Ashlyn makes her way to the ropes, immediately stepping out to the apron, dropping down to ringside. Logan looks to Ashlyn as she steps out and then back towards Neal and Lowri.

Logan Alexander: Well, I guess we’ll see you two around eventually. But this is all you two are getting for an in ring encounter with us now. This isn’t Vertigo after all.

With that, Logan drops his mic and turns to follow Ashlyn out of the ring. There’s a hesitation, with many in the United Center expecting Logan to say or do something else-- but the boos trickle in as it’s clear he’s following his partner up the ramp.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Geoff Penzer: It looks like the World Tag Team Champions have no intention of squaring up with Pendragon tonight. I, for one, am a little disappointed.

The champions reach the top of the ramp, “Deadcruiser” hitting the PA system as they prepare to make their exit until--

Lowri Moss: Hey! Cut the music!

Geoff Penzer: It sounds like Pendragon aren’t willing to let Ashlyn and Logan leave here just yet.

As soon as the music ceases, Lowri launches into The Chaotics, though the team sends initially .

Lowri Moss: Hey! Logan… Ashlyn; where are you guys going? You two have been complaining about a lack of competition for what seems like months on end - we've heard you both moan on numerous occasions about being forced to wrestle the same opponents again and again, but now, when you're actually being presented with some new, potential opponents, you're… making a hasty retreat?

Logan and Ashlyn turn to glance at one another. Logan turns towards Lowri, offers a shrug and waves goodbye to her. Ashlyn wears a half-bitter, half-amused smirk, perking her ear toward Lowri as she takes a few short steps back toward the ramp.

Lowri Moss: You know something, Ashlyn? I remember a few months ago, hearing you grumbling about how I had been able to become a double champion on Vertigo, while here on Flashpoint, you were lucky if you were even booked. Well, how about we do something now to make sure that you’re going to be booked on the next show? How about next week, we have a match, me versus you?

She turns to look at her partner, gesturing towards him with her free hand.

Lowri Moss: Or maybe you would rather have a match against Neal, instead.

He shrugs nonchalantly, and Lowri then turns her attention back to Ashlyn and Logan, who remain stood at the top of the ramp.

Lowri Moss: We'll let you decide which one you would prefer. That is though, you know, if you really do want some new competition.

At this, the champions come together again and have a hushed conversation between them, seemingly considering the options. Ashlyn shoots a glare back toward Pendragon before saying something else to Logan that the cameras can’t quite pick up, causing Chicago to grow restless, but as the audience grows louder and more impatient, De Luca raises the mic to her lips and looks toward Pendragon.

Ashlyn De Luca: ‘Kay.

The response draws an initial pop, but De Luca tosses her mic aside without another word. Logan leads the way to the back, and Ashlyn follows behind. Lowri raises a brow and turns, discussing the situation with Neal. “Take a Chance” hits the PA again before we pan to Geoff Penzer.

Geoff Penzer: I’m-- I’m not sure what “kay” means, but evidently, in some way, shape, or form, I think the Chaotics just accepted Pendragon’s challenge! We’ll be right back!

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

Once again the 15 Champion Kendall Kingham is spotted balls deep in the Flashpoint Zone. This time she's in her ring gear, belt strapped around her waist, making her way down the hall towards the gorilla position. Her custom airbrushed ring jacket says "TALBOT IS A WOMEN'S STORE” on the back, with a detailed explanation underneath about that being her opponent's last name, her being a chick and the retail store shutting down chains to focus more on their core customers-- really it was a awkward as hell pun that didn't make much sense and she shouldn't have tried. But, that was part of what made her who she was. She had a passion for entertaining the masses to the absolute best of her ability and was determined to put on a show in every facet possible, even if she didn't really have the requisite tools to do so. With that in mind, she had a pronounced energy and bounce in her step.

Kendall Kingham: So I guess you all saw me earlier, it's a bummer that some people are leaving but it's great to be getting new talent here in the Flashpoint Zone. And I get that people are probably like 'oh Kendall's more focused on being the welcoming committee than on her match' but that really couldn't be further from the truth.

She shakes her head.

Kendall Kingham: Like seeing great new challenges who are hungry to win here, makes me want to be that person with that-- I dunno if target on their back is the right word-- but I want to be one of the ones they're gunning to face. That's what I fought for with this title the first time I had it, and it's what made me so upset once Sloan won it. Seeing that he didn't really want it to be about competition, he just wanted to be the same guy looking to beat people up whether it was in the rules or not. And that's something he doesn't need a championship to do, so that really motivated me even more to finally beat him besides just the personal pride of wanting to finally get that win over someone who'd kinda been owning me.

A short nod of her head, and she pounds a fist against her chest to indicate that this was about heart.

Kendall Kingham: Like I think you all saw it, I had to dig down deep and just keep hitting him until he couldn't get up anymore. I had to find something special, and if there was any chance I'd forget that, that I'd forget just what a challenge he was, just what this matchup meant to me? Spoiler: there wasn't, but if there was, earlier tonight would've been the little reminder of just what I'm fighting for.

She stops as she approaches the curtain, taking a deep breath.

Kendall Kingham: I know he's probably gonna come back with a vengeance. The movie monster's never dead the first time you think so. I'll have to be prepared to dig down even more than I did the last time out. Because I'll have the Flashpoint Zone behind me, but I won't have the confidence of being in my hometown, I won't have any element of taking him by surprise that I actually can beat him. So I'll need even more, but the thing with me is? I might fail a lot, but when I figure someone out, when I solve that puzzle and get over the hump? I stay getting the job done; I don't do fluke wins. So besides everything else I said? You better believe I'm fighting for that part of my identity too-- let's do this.

With that, she steps through the curtain, ready to get after it as she'll ever be.