Afterburn for Flashpoint E36

[FGA Office]

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[STORM]

The scene opens up with Your Hero and Mine seen leaning against a wall, his head bowed with his hands on his hips, with Amanda Johnson standing opposite.

Amanda Johnson: An incredible match out there Mark, unfortunate not to get the victory but nevertheless an impression has been made on your return to Flashpoint.

Mark Storm: That was the aim, Amanda.

Panting heavily, Storm takes a breather and relaxes for a moment, with Johnson allowing him to do so by taking a step backwards.

Mark Storm: It doesn't end here.

He shakes his head sideways before lifting it towards Amanda.

Mark Storm: What you've just seen out there, that was a masterclass.

A smile etches onto his face. 

Mark Storm: I didn't get the win, am I pissed off? Of course. But nevertheless, that's the best thing about Frontier Grappling Arts. The level of competition here is insane and Chris Madison, well - he might've had a few months off, but he's still at his best. I only want to be competing against the best of the best that this brand has to offer, Amanda.

Amanda Johnson: Anyone in particular you're looking forward to facing to? 

Mark Storm: Savannah Taylor, Jimmy Page, James Edwards, Cassius Reed, Lowri Moss, Neal Durden... just to name a few, but there is someone I do want to meet in the ring again. Since I've been gone, she's managed to climb the ranks and solidify herself as one of the best that not only this brand has to offer... but this company. We've been in the ring a couple of times before with results swinging in both of our favours in separate occasions.

Suddenly, he turns his attention from Johnson to the camera, looking directly at the viewers. 

Mark Storm: Kendall Kingham.

He smirks to the camera, turning to Amanda and shaking her hand before making his way down the hallway with his head held high. Amanda watches him, simultaneously confused and impressed. The scene gradually fades to black.

[zolastar]

The jumbo tron shows the backstage area where we see Zola Star smiling into the camera. The lighting budget was cleary tweaked as Zola looked like a supermodel under the lights. She pushes her brunette locks to the side as she begins addressing the audience.

“What’s up guys, it’s me Zola Star. I’m so excited to be here in Corpus Christi, Texas tonight for Flashpoint! I’ve met some of you amazing people before the show and I’ll be around after the show as well for anyone who’d like an autograph.”

The fans pop in the audience as Zola mentions her love for Texas. She then nods her head taking in the reactions with a smile before transitioning into her next statement.

“A lot of people have been asking me about my recent losses here in FGA. I admit I’m a tad bit disappointed with how some of my outcomes have been. A lot of people have told me to hang up my boots and run away to hollywood…”

The fans began to boo as Zola mentioned the mean spirited comments she received. Zola shook her head letting it hang down in disappointment. She then lifted her head back up bringing back her signature bright smile.

“But, if I listened to the shit that haters had to say I wouldn’t be anywhere in life. I have grown to love this business and there’s nothing more that I want than to be in that ring putting my body on the line to entertain each and every one of you!”

The camera in the arena pans to show the fans cheering for the STAR.

“Being a star mean rising above your downfalls. So, they can keep trying to knock me down. I will fight every single time. I will fight until I do win and rise here in FGA. Bring me the competition and I will continue to bring you all the STAR quality.”

Zola smiles at the crowd as the scene fades out.

[James Edwards]

Recorded Earlier

A few minutes after his attack on Chris Madison, James Edwards finds himself pursued by the dogged Amanda Johnson. He still grips what looks like a black towel or t-shirt in his right hand.

Amanda Johnson: James, may I get a word about what happened earlier with Chris Madison?

James picks up his walking pace, making it hard for Amanda to keep up due to her high heels, visibly angering Flashpoint's ace reporter.

Amanda Johnson:Would you slow down! I'm just trying to do my job.

Johnson shouts loud enough for her voice to echo off the walls. Edwards stops and turns around. He has thunder and fury in his eyes.

James Edwards: I don't give a damn! You ain't getting an interview from me. This company ain't going to slap the footage up on YouTube or behind a paywall on the streaming service so they can profit off my rage.

Amanda Johnson: What are you ranting about?

James Edwards: I'm tired of this company doing everything it can to piss me off so they can market me as some ragin' bull. I'll tell you what, though, you want a real answer, watch my YouTube page in the next couple days. I'll post a video, one that I'll make money off of, about what the hell is going on.

Amanda stares at James like he is a lunatic.

Amanda Johnson: Anything else?

James Edwards: Yeah, to the people watchin' at home see me compete in REBELLION Pro or Evolution Wrestling. Those places treat fighters right and deserve your money.

Edwards spikes the object in his right hand before turning and walking away. Amanda saunters over and picks it up. She holds up a t-shirt for the audience to see. One that depicts Salem in the manner of Samantha from Bewitched, seated on a broomstick and wearing the colors of the American flag. Below Salem is a burning bag of garbage freefalling into a dumpster. The camera zooms in on the shirt before the scene fades to black.

[bbbaseball96]

The following footage was found on an unnamed FGA blog. We have been given access to use this footage.

An hour after Flashpoint ended, Corpus Christi, TX
Parking Lot of the American Bank Center

The camera, shaky, as it appears to be a fan recording, is following Ace Voltage in the parking lot of the American Bank Center. Ace is dressed in jeans, with a blue Tommy Hilfiger Polo shirt on and brown boat shoes. He notices the guy walking behind him, filming him. Ace turns around to see the man, and then turns back around with his back facing the camera.

Ace: Hey, mate. What’s with the camera? What do you want?

Man: Uh, hi Mr. Voltage. I’m just a big fan of FGA. I run a blog, on the Flashpoint roster specifically. I wanted to see if I can get a few words on when we can expect you in the ring?

Ace: Patience is a virtue my friend.

Man: Yes, but you touted yourself as such a big name signing. To me and other it seems odd to not see you appear at all on the first Flashpoint after your signing.

Ace: It’s all in the plans. Don’t you have something better to be doing now?

Man: Well there are theories that maybe you’re not as good as you say you are. I’m just searching for some answers Mr. Voltage. You’re a multi-time champion, a great resume on paper, but as a 30 something year old maybe nobody cars about you, are you just washed up? Was this just a publicity act to help you get off your meds?

Ace turns around quickly and his expression turns to anger more than annoyance now.

Ace: Listen here chump. I don’t care who you are or what blog you write for. I will deliver on my promise. You are right in saying I am a multi-time champion and yes I have one hell of a resume. But you and others think I am washed up? Funny. You and everyone in FGA have no idea who I am. What I am capable of.

I don’t need losers like you following me around for your five seconds of fame. Once I become FGA champion, you and everyone else who wants to talk to me will have plenty of time.

Ace puts his bag down and gets closer to the man.

Ace: Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you, mate. You want to record me? Then let me say my piece. Give me that.

Ace grabs the phone from the face and we see his face, smirking as he is talking.

Ace: To whatever blog, vlog, or dumb website this is, listen up. I am Ace Voltage. Future FGA champion. I will show you and the FGA roster that I am better than them. I already know that, but they will find out soon enough. Will I become the greatest FGA wrestler ever? Maybe. But for one thing, I will not be overlooked. Ace Voltage is not washed up. I AM the Main Event. It’s just a shame the FGA management has not caught onto it yet.

Ace gives the phone back to the man and he starts walking away before the man shouts one last question.

Man: Hey Ace, wait! Any thoughts on the roster of Flashpoint and what you can FGA expect from you?

Ace stops and turns around again.

Ace: Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood so I will answer one last question. It was a mistake for FGA not to put me on tonight’s show, but FGA will learn from its mistake. This show was a joke tonight. Luckily for FGA, I will liven this show up next time.

I have tons of experience, multiple titles, and the charisma of Elton John. Flashpoint’s rating are down the drain. I saw its merch sales, not the best! I am a gift to Flashpoint. The fans and wrestlers are lucky that I am here in FGA, to bring back life to this joke of a product.

Ace grabs a shirt out of his bag. It appears to be some kind of Ace Voltage merchandise.

Ace: Here kid, fresh off the press. You get the first official Ace Voltage FGA t-shirt. You’ll want to keep it, it will be a collector’s item one day. And as for this whole Flashpoint roster…

I don’t care if you are Mark Storm, Chris Madison, Patrick Jones, Zola Star, or my old mate Ashley Chase. I will run through them all to get to the top, which is not a prediction or a guess, it will be a reality. I am better than everyone on this roster. You wouldn’t have come here if I was not a big deal.

What can FGA expect from Ace Voltage? Anything and everything. I will do whatever I can to climb to the top. I am not washed up. I am not on drugs. I am better than everyone on this roster and once I make my debut, once I start picking up wins, you will all see that this talk can be backed up. I am not a flash in the pan nor am I a fluke. I am Ace Voltage. The Main Event. The lightning bolt that this company NEEDS to stay afloat. I don’t care for these other wrestlers. They are just rungs on the ladder to success. I didn’t come back to make friends. I came back to win championships and takeover FGA. Now get out of my face.

Ace quickly turns around and grabs his bag, heading over to his car. We see the blogger’s face on the phone now.

Man: Well there is is folks! An exclusive from Ace Voltage himself! I even got a t-shirt from him! Thanks for watching!

The camera goes to black

[ChrisMadison]

The AfterBurn production cuts to one of the locker rooms backstage and we find Chris Madison sitting down on a steel chair, hunched over and still dripping sweat from the technical showcase that he and Mark Storm put on earlier in the night. Madison runs his hand through his wet hair, momentarily slicking it back as he looks up at the camera.

Chris Madison: Where do I even start?

He chuckles before reaching down between his legs and grabbing a small white towel. He wipes the sweat from his face and slings the towel over his shoulder.

Chris Madison: Tonight I got to go one on one with a close friend of mine… A former tag team partner of mine… But before I could do that, James Edwards happened.

Madison’s smirk vanished, and his signature stoic look burned through the camera lens.

Chris Madison: James, I don’t think you understand exactly what you’ve started. I get it… I’ve been there. I’ve felt so slighted by this business that it just completely corrupts your entire outlook. All I was tryin’ to do is give you an outlet. Allow you to vent those frustrations that are buildin’ up week by week. A pair of ears to finally hear you out. Instead, I let my guard down and you dropped me on my ass.

Madison reaches up and rubs his chin as if he could still feel the aftereffects of Edwards’ Double Tap. He scowls as his fingers slide back and forth along his jawline.

Chris Madison: This little tantrum that you’ve been throwin’ as of late is embarrassin’. You’ve gone from a presence on this roster who’d let his actions in that ring speak for itself to a petulant child who’s stompin’ around because he didn’t get his way. If you’re so miserable here, pack your shit and leave. Go to Rebellion, go to Evolution… Hell if it means that the FGA fans won’t have to go through the excruciating torture of listenin’ to you whine, I’ll help by packin’ your bags for you…

Madison nods his head slowly.

Chris Madison: Just know… No matter where you run to, I’m goin’ to get even!

Madison snarls as he stares forward, completely losing himself in the moment. He snaps out of it, shakes his head, and looks down towards the ground.

Chris Madison: Luckily our little run in didn’t ruin my night… Mark, it’s been too long buddy. I’m glad to see you back in an FGA ring; and it was my honor to be the one standin’ across from you. Tonight we reminded FGA fans what separated Invictus Fight Club from the rest. Any fan of this sport could sit down, watch our match, and leave with their jaw dropped! That…

He points towards the door.

Chris Madison: That’s grapplin’ at it’s finest. I have nothin’ but respect for you brother. Whether it’s sharin’ the ring as opponents or puttin’ the band back together as a team, all you ever have to do is say the word! Welcome back Hero!

Madison grins as the feed cuts away.