Flashpoint (06.30.19)

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MAIN EVENT
★★★ WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ★★★
(c) Pendragon vs. The Chaotics

The lights in the arena slowly fade to near-darkness. While this hushes some members of the audience, others grow loud in anticipation. “Deadcruiser” hits the PA system and a silver-blue strobe begins to dance near the top of the ramp, revealing the silhouette of a feminine figure with a hoodie thrown over wrestling gear, marching through the darkness-- drawing a chorus of boos from the live audience, already recognizing the silhouette to be Ashlyn De Luca… but as the camera pans past her, a slightly slower-moving, masculine figure follows, drawing a deep roar from the crowd in contrast.

Geoff Penzer: It’s main event time! And here come the two-time and former World Tag Team Champions.

As Ashlyn De Luca reaches the bottom of the ramp, the lights return to normal, revealing the team for the first time. Ashlyn pauses just once to survey the audience while Logan walks to the ring apron, stepping inside. Ashlyn smirks, jawing back at the rowdier fans at ringside, arms open wide as if inviting a strike as she screams back out into the raucous audience. Behind her, Logan mounts the bottom-and-middle ropes, arms held to his side in a similar pose. Ashlyn backs away from the barricade, rolling into the ring beneath the ropes and Logan, hopping to her feet on the opposite side of the ring, screaming out into the other side of the audience as they rise to their feet. Logan drops down from the ropes and bumps forearms with De Luca in the center of the ring as they pass each other, mounting opposite corners to look out into the masses. The Chaotics remove their hoodies, tossing them simultaneously to the floor as their music fades.

Geoff Penzer: Seems like the animosity between De Luca and Alexander has subsided and the timing, of course, couldn’t be better. They haven’t had the best of luck against the new Tag Team Champs.

The lights flicker as "Take A Chance" by CFO$ begins to play over the PA system, and out through the curtains walks Neal Durden, followed closely by Lowri Moss, each of them with their titles wrapped around their waists, earning a loud pop from Corpus Christi!

Geoff Penzer: And here they come! These four went through hell at Only the Strong Survive in order to earn the right to call themselves the World Tag Team Champions, but it was Pendragon that emerged victorious!

The Welsh duo stand side by side on the stage for a moment, surveying the crowd, before they make their way towards the ring, with Neal leading the way. After climbing the steps and entering the ring, Lowri heads for one of the corners, climbs to the second rope, and takes the title from around her waist and holds it aloft as she looks out at the cheering fans, while Neal simply stands in the middle of the ring with his pinky finger up and a smirk on his face, directed toward Ashlyn De Luca who mouths off at him from the far side of the ring. Logan remains silent in contrast, eyes drifting from Lowri to Neal.

Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn De Luca has no patience for Neal Durden and Lowri Moss tonight. Perhaps she’d be better off taking a page out of her partner’s book and keeping a cool head.

Melanie Sierra: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FGA World TAAAAG TEAAAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!

The audience roars at the announcement and the lights in the arena dim.

Melanie Sierra: Introducing the challengers, at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty pounds, the team of Ashlyn De Luca and Alexander Alexander… CHAAAAAAAOTICS!

A thunderous mixed reaction surges throughout the arena, with the jeers intensifying as Ashlyn De Luca steps into the spotlight, arms outstretched, a smirk on her face as she looks toward the champions. As she moves forward though, our spotlight pans to Logan Alexander, drawing a considerable pop from the audience.

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three hundred and twenty-two pounds, they are the reigning FGA World Tag Team Champions, Lowri Moss and Neal Durden… PEENNNNDRAAAAGON!

Their announcement is met with a loud, unfiltered roar. The champions step into the spotlight thrusting their newly-won Tag Team Titles high into the air. Behind them, Ashlyn De Luca visibly scowls, though Logan remains focused and unmoving. Lowri is the first to turn, smiling as she makes eye contact with De Luca, raising the title toward her a bit. De Luca’s cheeks grow red, but before it spills into a pre-match altercation, Lowri and Neal hand their titles over to the referee, who displays them once to the hard camera before handing them through the ropes, to the timekeeper.

Geoff Penzer: This crowd has so much energy for these four competitors here tonight, but I can almost feel the animosity between Ashlyn De Luca and Lowri Moss. Logan Alexander has been a professional throughout all of this, as has Neal Durden, but these teams have been driven to each other’s throats over those titles-- and perhaps over Ashlyn’s attitude. We’ve seen Logan reach out respectfully to Lowri and Neal and we’ve seen how they’ve reacted. I can’t help but wonder what the dynamic’s gonna be like out there tonight.

Neal Durden has already been chosen to start off for his team, hopping in place from foot to foot, but Logan and Ashlyn haven’t quite decided yet. After a few seconds of discussion, Logan Alexander nods and hesitantly steps out to the apron.

Geoff Penzer: Well, it doesn’t look like Logan is a hundred percent thrilled about starting this match off on the apron, but objectively, De Luca looks supremely confident right now.

The bell sounds and immediately, Logan Alexander tags himself in on Ashlyn’s back! De Luca darts past Durden and charges into his corner, launching herself into Lowri Moss with a Front Dropkick! Lowri tumbles from the apron as Neal looks back in confusion-- but realization sets in and he turns his attention back to Logan Alexander, but Alexander blasts Neal with a Running Dropkick of his own! Neal staggers backwards into a high knee strike from Ashlyn-- which sends him stumbling back into a high knee from Logan, taking him to the mat!

Geoff Penzer: And the handshakes and respect are apparently out the window!

De Luca scrambles back to her corner as the ref begins a five count, but Logan marches back over to her, tagging Ashlyn back in! He hoists Neal up by the arm, up into the air for a Back Suplex-- which is completed as De Luca springs over the top rope and hooks Neal with a Slingshot Neckbreaker! The tandem combo takes the Tag Team Champion to the ground and Logan rolls out to the apron as Ashlyn hooks both legs for a cover!

Geoff Penzer: New champions! In record time!

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Lowri Moss slides into the ring, she leaps-- but falls inches short-- and Neal Durden throws his shoulder up at the last second! Ashlyn and Logan share a look of visible disappointment as the audience roars for the display. Ashlyn shakes her head and climbs to her feet, pulling Neal up into a front facelock-- but she pauses as she makes eye contact with Lowri Moss, who sits on a knee a few feet away. Lowri rolls back out to the apron, but the distraction is all Neal needs to plant his feet beneath himself and drive Ashlyn backwards, spine-first into the corner!

...the Chaotics’ corner.

Geoff Penzer: No… Neal, you’re in the wrong part of town, friend.

Logan tags himself in and quickly slides into the ring between the top and middle ropes, pulling Neal away from Ashlyn by the back of his head and driving him down with a Reverse DDT! Neal cries out, kicking his legs as he grabs at his head. Logan forces him upright, throwing him sternum-first into the corner, allowing Ashlyn to tag herself in once more. Logan steps back and drives Neal to the canvas with a bridging German Suplex as Ashlyn steps into the ring-- and rolls forward, pinning the already-upside-down Neal with a modified jackknife pin as Logan releases his grip and rolls out of the ring!

Geoff Penzer: Impressive tag team offense by the former champions! Logan presented the pin to Ashlyn there, and Neal’s in trouble!

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Neal flips onto his stomach, still clutching at his head as De Luca rolls to her feet. Neal sits upright, but De Luca shoots the ropes and flattens the champion with a Shining Wizard! She stands upright, glaring at Lowri as she backs into her corner once more, making another quick tag to Logan. Alexander steps through the ropes, stalking Neal from behind as the champion rises to his feet-- before unloading with a forearm strike to the base of the neck! Neal staggers forward, turning around against the ropes where Logan delivers a second and third forearm, straight to the jaw. Logan Irish Whips the champion to the far side of the ring-- and catches him on the rebound with a Spinebuster before rolling into a tight cover, hooking both legs!

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Neal sits upright, gasping for air, but Logan rises to a knee and immediately smashes into Durden with a kneeling Lariat! Neal groans in agony as Logan rises to his feet, tagging the outstretched hand of Ashlyn De Luca.

Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn De Luca and Logan Alexander are working together brilliantly here and they’ve isolated Neal for the entirety of this match so far. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen the Chaotics just gelling so well like this. This is dangerous if you’re the reigning Tag Team Champions. And now De Luca’s going up top!

De Luca ascends to the top turnbuckle as Neal staggers to his feet, away from the corner-- but De Luca transitions into a ropewalk and leaps, catching Neal with an angled Blockbuster! Neal flips onto his stomach from the impact, clutching at his head again while De Luca rises to her knees, arms outstretched and a proud grin on her face, earning a largely negative reaction from Texas.

Geoff Penzer: Impressive aerial assault by De Luca, but she needs to capitalize on the work her team has been doing. She needs to stay on top of Neal instead of gloating about what she did five or six seconds ago.

Ashlyn rises to her feet, grinning as she makes eye contact with Lowri Moss, who paces on the apron. Moss narrows her eyes at De Luca. The former champion shoots the ropes as Neal sits upright-- and hits the seated Durden with a Running Blockbuster. She rolls to her feet and charges the rope, shoving Lowri to the floor a second time!

Geoff Penzer: Come on!

Moss manages to land on her feet, but she immediately pivots and slides into the ring, earning a roar from the crowd!

Geoff Penzer: Lowri’s not gonna take it!

...but the cheers subside as the referee intercepts Moss, preventing her from getting to De Luca.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Suddenly, Neal Durden grabs De Luca from behind, pinning her to the mat with a Schoolboy Rollup! The audience screams for the ref as Ashlyn flails! Lowri tries to point out the pin, but the official is still attempting to get her out of the ring!

Geoff Penzer: Neal has the pin! Ref!

With a grunt of frustration, Lowri Moss exits to the apron, right as De Luca escapes the pin! She scrambles to her feet, but Neal is a second quicker, blasting Ashlyn in the gut with a toe kick-- and then smashing her across the jaw with a knee strike! De Luca staggers into the corner as Neal falls to his knees, disoriented. Shaking out the cobwebs, he charges the corner, looking to nail De Luca with a running arched Big Boot--

--but De Luca slides out of the ring between the top and middle ropes, falling to a seated position on the apron as Neal collides with the turnbuckle, straddling himself across the top rope. He cries out in pain while De Luca uses the top rope to nail an assisted Gamengiri, sending Neal stumbling back before landing on his back on the apron. Leaning against the ropes, De Luca grins across the ring at Moss again, who has a white-knuckle grip on the tag rope, glaring across the ring back at her.

Geoff Penzer: And again, Neal Durden is hurt, grounded in the middle of the ring. You’d think Ashlyn would know better than to give him time to recover, but she’s obsessed with Lowri Moss.

Ashlyn screams for Neal to “GET UUUUP!”, the shrill cry earning a chorus of boos from the crowd. Regardless, Neal stumbles to his feet as Ashlyn leaps up and flies at Neal for a Springboard Shotgun Dropkick-- but Neal takes a step back and grabs the ankles of De Luca, sending her crashing to the mat! He pulls up her other leg and catapults her into his corner! De Luca crashes hard into the turnbuckles, groaning in pain. She pulls herself upright-- and her eyes widen as she stands nose-to-nose with Lowri Moss.

Geoff Penzer: You don’t wanna be there…

Ashlyn pivots out of the corner as Neal struggles to get to his feet. De Luca charges at him for a Clothesline-- but Neal gets low and catches Ashlyn at an angle, driving her to the mat with an Olympic Slam!

Geoff Penzer: Olympic Slam by Neal! What a counter!

Ashlyn cries out, rolling across the ring. Quickly, Logan steps up onto the bottom rope and leans over the top to tag Ashlyn as she backs herself into the corner. Neal crawls toward the outstretched hand of Moss on the far side.

Geoff Penzer: Neal’s almost there! Just another foot or so and Moss is in!

Neal leaps to his feet and dives for Moss-- but before he can make it more than an inch forward, he’s grabbed in a rear waist-lock by Logan Alexander, who deadlifts Neal mid-leap and drives him back with a release German Suplex! Neal flips to his stomach, eyes wide and mouth agape in a daze as Logan sits between him and his partner. Logan rolls to his feet and picks Neal up again, delivering another German Suplex, this time maintaining a grip as he pulls him up for another!

Geoff Penzer: Chaotic Repeater by Alexander! He’s got Neal up again!

Neal looks dazed, but he reaches out for the ropes as Logan forces Neal upright for a fourth time. Neal hooks his heel behind Logan’s leg, causing Logan to stumble a bit. Logan goes to hoist Neal up again, but Neal throws a back elbow back, catching Logan across the neck. Logan switches his footing and hooks Neal’s arm, looking to drive him to the canvas with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep, but Neal swings his entire leg around and catches Logan with a high knee to the jaw, sending a CRACK! echoing through the American Bank Center! The audience roars as both men collapse in a heap on the mat.

Geoff Penzer: Neal Durden fought his way out of that Suplex, but he’s already hurt. He doesn’t have the energy to crawl to his partner, so he needs to at least go for a cover here. I don’t know if Neal knows where he is though.

The Corpus Christi crowd claps rhythmically in an attempt to will Neal back into the match. He finds his way to his knees in a neutral corner as Logan reaches his feet behind him. As Neal turns around, Logan sprints forward in a flash, looking for a Spear-- but Neal side-steps, grabbing Logan by the base of the neck and the waist of his tights, launching him through the turnbuckles! Logan smashes shoulder-first into the post, howling out in pain!

Geoff Penzer: Oh my God! Neal just sent Logan right into the post!

Ashlyn watches the scene unfold with a look of horror on her face. Logan pulls himself out of the turnbuckles, backing away from the corner, clutching at his left shoulder-- and he backs right into an awaiting Neal Durden, who drives him to the mat with a Tiger Suplex! Logan shakily climbs upright, clutching his shoulder-- but Ashlyn shrieks as Neal hooks him and drives him down with a second Tiger Suplex! Logan rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up-- but Neal delivers a kick to the left arm, forcing Logan to relinquish his grip, howling in pain. Neal then lands a third Tiger Suplex!

Geoff Penzer: Logan Alexander just got dropped on his neck and shoulder three times. Some retribution for Neal Durden, but now he has to follow up!

Neal lies on the mat, breathing heavily, crawling across the ring toward Lowri as the audience grows louder in anticipation. Ashlyn screams for Logan to make his way to her for the tag, but Logan seems to be completely stunned on the mat, massaging his own shoulder, face red from pain.

Geoff Penzer: Logan is in a bad way. Both competitors need to make the tag, and fast!

De Luca’s voice pierces through the crowd’s wall of sound as she screams for Logan to “HURRY!”, but Logan struggles to reach his knees. On the other side of the ring, Neal takes in a deep breath, dives… and makes the tag to Moss, earning a deep roar from Corpus Christi!

Geoff Penzer: Lowri Moss is legal for the first time in this match!

Moss eagerly steps into the ring as Logan stumbles to his feet. He uses his right hand to tag De Luca, but before she can step into the ring, Moss blasts her with a thunderous European Uppercut, sending De Luca sailing from the apron to the floor!

Geoff Penzer: And there’s a little payback there!

Angrily, Logan grabs Lowri by the arm, spinning her around-- but Lowri blasts Alexander with a Discus Kick, catching him clean in the shoulder! The shot sends Logan to the mat and he hisses in pain as he rolls out of the ring, down to the floor, to the feet of Ashlyn De Luca. De Luca looks down at her fallen partner before glaring up at Lowri Moss, who sits on the middle rope, inviting Ashlyn to join her inside the ring.

“LOWRI!”

“LOWRI!”

“LOWRI!”

“LOWRI!”

De Luca yells for the referee to back Lowri away from the ropes, but Lowri does so on her own accord, holding her hands up as Ashlyn walks the apron. De Luca mutters to herself, face red as she steps into the ropes-- but immediately, Lowri rushes her, earning a roar from the crowd as the two exchange a flurry of forearms and elbows!

Geoff Penzer: Here we go!

Lowri and Ashlyn each connect flush with rough shots to the necks, jaws, ears, but it’s finally a forearm across the bridge of the nose and a European Uppercut that rocks De Luca, sending her stumbling into the ropes-- and rebounding into a Bicycle Knee Strike from Moss! De Luca stumbles into the corner in a daze as Lowri shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring… before sprinting back with a Big Boot to the face of De Luca! De Luca flails and flops to the ground in a seated position, still trapped in the corner as Moss shoots the ropes a second time-- returning with a Running Facewash! De Luca goes limp and Moss drags her out of the corner, hooking the near leg for a pin!

Geoff Penzer: Just for Kicks and a cover by the champion!

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De Luca stretches her arm out beneath the bottom rope and Moss pulls it back, pinning De Luca’s shoulders to the mat for another pin attempt.

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Kickout!

De Luca kicks out with emphasis and rolls onto her stomach, grabbing onto the ropes as Lowri secures a hold on her leg. The referee warns Lowri, and hesitantly, Lowri backs away, allowing Ashlyn to climb to her feet. Ashlyn turns, back to the ropes, and Lowri charges at her again, smashing De Luca across the face with a forearm before the two trade blows in the ropes! The referee gets between the two, yelling for Lowri to get back…

...and Ashlyn takes the opportunity to throw two fingers into the eyes of Moss! Lowri cries out and stumbles back, but before the referee can determine what happened, Ashlyn charges forward and drives Moss to the mat with a Tornado DDT!

Geoff Penzer: And just like that, the Chaotics turn this around!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

De Luca sits upright, making her way to her feet a second before Lowri, yanking her forward by the hair before pulling her up for a Suplex, before flipping Moss freely through the air, allowing Moss to crash down spine-first across her knee! Moss howls in pain and De Luca shoots a look back toward her corner… but Logan is still seated on the apron, trying to work feeling back into his shoulder. De Luca turns her attention back to Moss, bending down to pick her up-- and Moss counters, tucking De Luca into an Inside Cradle!

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Ashlyn pops out of the hold with wide eyes, racing to her feet as Moss rises upright behind her-- only for Ashlyn to blast her with a Savate Kick, followed by a Pele Kick! De Luca quickly turns, reaching out for Moss… but Moss stumbles, falling through the ropes and to the outside! De Luca groans in frustration as she leans against the ropes.

Geoff Penzer: What a sequence! Moss almost caught De Luca with thee rollup there, but Ashlyn fought out of it. She might have scored a knockout shot there with one of those kicks, but Moss-- perhaps by a stroke of luck-- fell out of the ring! Obviously the challengers have to win the match between the ropes to secure the Tag Team Titles for a third time.

De Luca gazes outside the ring at Moss as the referee begins his count, looking between her and her partner on the apron… before turning with a sigh, making her way over to her corner, dropping to a knee to check on Alexander, who immediately waves her off, motioning for her to continue the match.

Geoff Penzer: Ashlyn’s clearly concerned for her partner here, but I think Logan has the right idea. If Lowri gets counted out, Pendragon walk out of here with the gold. The ref’s counting.

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“FOUR!”

Neal Durden drops to the floor, checking on his own partner as Ashlyn turns her attention back toward Pendragon. With a breath, she charges the ropes-- and dives through, looking to smash into both members of Pendragon with a Suicide Wrecking Ball Dropkick, but Neal pushes Lowri out of harm’s way! The shot sends him to the ground and Ashlyn drops to her feet in front of him. As soon as she turns toward Moss--

CRACK!

The Superkick sends saliva flying out of De Luca’s mouth. Ashlyn falls back like a board, hitting the ground to a roar from the Corpus Christi crowd!

Geoff Penzer: Breuddwydion Melus! Ashlyn is out!

The referee begins another ten-count, but Moss grunts as she lifts the dead weight of De Luca up onto the apron before shoving her into the ring! She slides in after her, hooking the far leg, grapevining the near one as she leaps back for a deep cover!

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Logan Alexander dives into the ring, knocking Lowri away with a diving shoulder tackle-- using the right shoulder. Lowri sits on her knees, glaring at Alexander as he slides back out to the apron, unphased by the chorus of jeers directed his way. Moss stands upright, running a hand through her hair-- before she delivers a single, hard stomp right to the heart of De Luca! Ashlyn cries out and Lowri steps over her, striding to the neutral corner before ascending to the top turnbuckle. The fans in Corpus Christi come to their feet as Lowri comes to hers on the top rope-- and she leaps off for a Moonsault!

Geoff Penzer: Moonsault by Moss!

Ashlyn De Luca rolls toward the corner and Moss smashes roughly into the canvas, howling in pain! The energy seems to get sucked out of the arena as Moss rolls onto her back, gasping for air. De Luca half-crawls, half-stumbles along the ropes toward her corner where Logan Alexander rises to his feet, holding out his hand-- but Ashlyn hesitates. She audibly asks “are you sure you can do this?”... and Logan reaches over the top rope, tagging himself in on Ashlyn’s arm.

Geoff Penzer: Not sure if it’s the best move, but Logan Alexander is back in this match! How’s his shoulder holding up though? He still looks to be in excruciating pain.

As Moss reaches a vertical base, Logan hooks her and plants her with a DDT using the good arm! He pushes Moss onto her back and tries to lean into the cover, but Moss continues to roll away! Logan crawls after her, but Moss has reached the ropes with Logan just fingertips away! Lowri rolls out to the apron and Logan rises to his feet in frustration. He pivots and shoots the ropes, racing back for a low Dropkick to Lowri on the apron-- but Lowri sees him coming and pulls herself up! As Logan slides to a stop, Moss slingshots herself over the top rope and into the ring with a pair of double knees! One knee smashes into Logan’s sternum-- while the other sinks deep into his left shoulder! Lowri rolls away and Logan grunts out in clear agony, but Lowri is quick to go out to the apron and ascend to the top rope once again.

Geoff Penzer: Lowri’s putting a lot on the line, going up high again here!

Logan gingerly staggers to his feet and Lowri sails from the top rope with a Diving Cross Body, flattening Logan beneath her!

Geoff Penzer: Moss off the top! Beautiful!

Moss rolls off of the challenger and nods to Neal as he outstretches his hand, shouting for the tag! She makes her way to the feet and stumbles into her corner, tagging Neal to a pop from Corpus Christi! Logan struggles to his feet and catches the oncoming Neal in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, but Neal quickly targets the left arm, wrenching it with both hands! Logan cries out as Neal twists him into a hammerlock-- and the challenger drops low, throwing Neal to the mat with a Snapmare! Neal quickly rolls through, pivoting and nailing Logan with an Enzuigiri! Logan blocks… but cries out as the shot connects with his arms. Neal grabs Logan’s left arm and pulls him in for the Ripcord Knee Strike--!

Geoff Penzer: Ripcord Knee! No! Logan ducks!

Logan narrowly avoids the shot and counters, driving Neal to the mat with the Forward Russian Leg Sweep!

Geoff Penzer: The Stroke by Logan Alexander!

Alexander stretches out his arm before leaning back, using both arms to hook the far leg!

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Neal powers out and counters into a Crucifix pin, earning a shriek from De Luca!

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Alexander kicks out of the predicament, but Neal maintains a grip on his left arm and transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar! Alexander shouts out hoarsely for a moment before gritting his teeth, trying to get his knees beneath himself to relieve pressure.

Geoff Penzer: Neal Durden usually looks for the Kneebar to put his opponents away but now he’s capitalizing on that injury! Logan has a bullseye on his left arm and Neal has the Armbar locked in deep! Ashlyn is panicking on the apron!

Alexander rolls through, onto his back-- and Durden transitions into a grounded armbar before seamlessly rolling over his shoulder, awkwardly trying to pull Logan into the Fujiwara again! Logan plants his feet, grabbing Neal’s own right arm and wrenching it behind him as he rises upright-- and cries out as he launches Neal overhead with a Pumphandle Suplex! Neal hits the mat roughly, but Logan clutches at his own arm afterward. Ashlyn screams for the tag and Logan stumbles to his feet, making his way to the corner, but Neal kips up and charges Logan, driving him to the mat with a Sling Blade! Neal falls against the ropes as Logan staggers upright. He rebounds back to the challeger and drives a boot into his gut before hooking both arms-- driving Logan to the mat with a Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb! He pins Logan down as the official makes the count!

Geoff Penzer: Slingblade! Powerbomb! Durden’s about to snag the win!

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THRRRE- CRACK!

De Luca charges into the ring, smashing into Neal with a running knee strike!

Geoff Penzer: Oh, God!

The audience erupts in a cacophony of boos as the referee immediately reprimands the interfering De Luca! Ashlyn’s eyes slowly rise up towards Lowri’s, who glares from the apron for a moment… before shaking her head, stepping into the ring through the ropes! Ashlyn runs to cut her off with a flurry of knees and fists! Lowri fights her way into the ring, landing a series of knee strikes and body shots to De Luca!

Geoff Penzer: They’re brawling again! The referee can’t keep control over De Luca and Moss!

Meanwhile, Logan Alexander pulls the rising Neal Durden into a cradle, but he can’t complete the roll, crying out as he puts his weight on his bad arm-- and Nurden forces Logan onto his stomach, reapplying the Fujiwara Armbar!

Geoff Penzer: Logan can barely maneuver with that injured arm! Neal has the Fujiwara locked in again! Moss and De Luca are still--!

De Luca lashes out with a desperation headbutt! The shot sends Lowri stumbling back against the ropes!

Geoff Penzer: No! What a shot!

...and Lowri rebounds off the ropes, delivering a headbutt of her own! The sickening thud causes an audible groan amongst the crowd-- and De Luca goes tumbling backwards into Neal Durden, knocking him off of Logan!

Geoff Penzer: The Armbar’s broken! Lowri and Ashlyn just inadvertently broke up that Armbar!

As the ref aids Ashlyn in crawling back to her corner, Neal shakes out the cobwebs and climbs to his feet, reaching out for Logan-- but Alexander pops up, driving Neal to the mat with a one-armed Cutter out of nowhere!

Geoff Penzer: STRYKE FORCE!

Logan rolls over Neal and the referee turns, just in time to see the pin! Logan uses his right arm to weakly hook the near leg!

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Lowri Moss dives onto Logan, shoving him off of Neal with less than a second to spare-- but Logan traps Moss’ arm and brings her to the mat, trying to lock in the Crossface! Lowri cries out, trying to crawl for the ropes, but Logan leans back, face growing red as his right arm visibly shakes.

Geoff Penzer: Logan with the Crossface, but he doesn’t have full mobility in his left arm! And we can see now that Lowri Moss is busted open from that pair of headbutts exchanged with Ashlyn De Luca earlier!

Logan cries out in pain at the same moment that Lowri does, but out of the corner of his eye he spots the oncoming Neal Durden. Neal looks to deliver a soccer kick to Logan’s ribcage-- but Logan releases the Crossface and grabs Neal’s leg, quickly wrestling him to the ground in a Grapevine Ankle Lock! Neal cries out, but Logan wrenches the hold… only for Lowri Moss to turn, driving a double-axe-handle into his right shoulder! Logan immediately releases the hold, crying out in pain. He reaches out for Lowri’s ankle, but Lowri drives another kick to his shoulder!

Geoff Penzer: And here comes Ashlyn again! It looks like she’s suffered the same effects of this match as Moss!

Lowri braces herself for the bloody-nosed, oncoming Ashlyn, blocking a right hand before shoving her backwards-- into the arms of the rising Neal Durden! Neal transitions Ashlyn into position for a Tiger Suplex… and Lowri follows through with a Super Kick! Neal launches Ashlyn overhead! Ashlyn bounces over the bottom rope, to the apron, and to the floor from the impact!

Geoff Penzer: THAT MOVE! And they put every bit onto it!

The audience reaches a fever pitch as both competitors turn their attention back to Logan, but Alexander strikes first, nailing Lowri with a back elbow to the temple before pivoting and smashing into Neal with a forearm! Lowri hits the mat and rolls out to the apron as Neal and Logan exchange forearms in the center of the ring! Neal gains the upperhand, Irish Whipping Logan to the ropes, but Logan counters! Neal rebounds off the ropes-- right into a Running Enzuigiri from Alexander! Neal stumbles….

...right into his own corner, where Lowri Moss rises to her feet, tagging herself in. She slides into the ring and charges at Logan before he can fully reach his feet. Lowri goes for a Shining Wizard… but Logan side-steps, sending Lowri into the ropes! Lowri rebounds and Logan hoists her up for a fireman’s carry-- but cries out, sinking to his knees, clutching at his shoulder. Lowri rises to her feet, takes a step back… and blasts Logan with the Superkick! Logan falls to his back, stunned.

Geoff Penzer: Breuddwydion Melus!

Lowri drops into the cover, hooking the far leg! The referee counts and the audience screams along!

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TWO
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THRE-!

Logan throws his shoulder off the mat, but shouts in pain as he does so! Lowri’s eyebrows arch in surprise as she exchanges a look with the ref, who holds up two fingers.

Geoff Penzer: Logan kicks out! Logan, through all the pain, has kicked out of the Breuddwydion Melus!

Chants of “LET’S GO LOWRI!” battle “LET’S GO LOGAN!” as Lowri sinks down against the middle rope, watching as Logan pulls himself to his feet. Lowri wipes blood from her own face and narrows her eyes at Logan who glares at her defiantly as he picks himself up, seemingly holding his own left arm in place. Lowri nods to herself… before striding forward and blasting Logan with a Superkick to the shoulder! Logan howls in pain and fall to a knee-- before a second Superkick takes him to his back! Lowri stumbles back into her corner and turns, making the tag to Neal Durden, who quickly scales to the top turnbuckle… and leaps off with a Shooting Star Press, sailing to the center of the ring, connecting flush!

Geoff Penzer: Starlight by Durden!

Neal hooks both legs, leaning into a deep cover!

Geoff Penzer: The pin!

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Ashlyn De Luca pulls herself back onto the apron and slides back into the ring!
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Lowri Moss dives over the bodies of Durden and Alexander, intercepting Ashlyn, grabbing her around her waist!
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THREE!

DING! DING!

Ashlyn collapses in a heap on the mat as Lowri Moss rolls off of her, embracing Neal in the center of the ring while “Take a Chance” hits the PA system.

Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners… and STIIILLLL the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Neal Durden and Lowri Moss… PENDRAAAAAGON!

Ashlyn buries her face in her hands on the mat before crawling over to Logan while the Tag Team Champions celebrate with their championships in the corner.

Geoff Penzer: What a fight. What an absolute battle.

Neal and Lowri embrace again before Neal checks the cut on Lowri’s brow. She gently waves him away before raising the Tag Team Title above her head once more to a roar from the crowd, turning to look at the Chaotics. Knelt over Logan, Ashlyn looks up at Lowri, jaw tightened. Lowri flicks the blood off of her brow and shakes her head at Ashlyn before exiting the ring through the ropes. Neal raises his brow at De Luca before rolling out of the ring behind his partner. With their titles thrust high, Pendragon depart up the ramp.

Geoff Penzer: The champions leave with their heads and their titles held high. And you could tell from that look… De Luca knows that this was the Chaotics’ last chance. Right now though, I think her concern is with her tag team partner and rightfully so.

Pendragon’s music fades away as Logan Alexander reaches a knee, massaging his shoulder. Ashlyn beckons the doctor into the ring, but Logan shakes his head, scooting closer to the ropes before sliding to the outside. Ashlyn slides out next to him, timidly reaching out for him-- but she allows Logan to pull himself up. He stands upright, breathing heavily, earning a standing ovation from the Corpus Christi crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Incredible show of respect from the live audience.

Logan can be heard saying “I’m sorry” to Ashlyn, but she shakes her head, pulling him into a loose side-hug on his right side, whispering something into his ear before leaning her head against his, earning another applause from the audience.

Geoff Penzer: Tremendous respect from Ashlyn De Luca for her partner.

A “LOGAN!” chant echoes throughout the arena. Ashlyn leads the way, trying to mask the dejected look on her face as Logan trails just a few steps behind.

Geoff Penzer: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna have to keep you updated on Logan’s condition, but I know he’s not ashamed of leaving every single bit of himself in that ring. That’s all the time we have tonight, but thanks for joining us here on Flashpoint!

The scene begins to fade to black at the top of the ramp as Logan turns, giving a small nod to the crowd…

...and De Luca blasts him from behind with a forearm to the back of the head!

Geoff Penzer: …

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The scene springs back to full light as Ashlyn stands over the fallen Logan Alexander. He rolls onto his side, looking up at Ashlyn in a look mixed with shock… and realization. Ashlyn drops down, mounting Logan, laying into him with rights and lefts! Logan tries to cover up, but each time he does, Ashlyn throws a fist into the injured left shoulder!

Geoff Penzer: No…

De Luca stands upright, wiping the blood and hair out of her face, revealing a glare glimmering with tears. She bends down, forcing Logan up to his knee… and then up to a foot… before racing back to ringside, throwing Logan shoulder-first into the steel steps! The stairs disconnect and Logan lies across the bottom half, mouth open in a silent “O” of agony.

Geoff Penzer: What in the hell is Ashlyn De Luca thinking?! What is WRONG with her?! That-- that’s your partner! That’s your mentor! Your friend!

Logan holds up a hand at Ashlyn.

Logan Alexander: ...I kno--

Ashlyn shrieks as she races forward, blasting Logan with a knee to the jaw, sending him sprawling over the steps and to the floor! On her hands and knees, Ashlyn seethes, ignoring the deafening boos that overtake the American Bank Arena.

Geoff Penzer: Damnit.

“FUCK YOU, ASHLYN!”

“FUCK YOU, ASHLYN!”

“FUCK YOU, ASHLYN!”

“FUCK YOU, ASHLYN!”

Ashlyn reaches her feet, head tilted back, eyes closed as she listens to the arena. She looks down toward Logan, tears mixed with the blood streaming down her face. The main event’s official waves her off, shouting for Ashlyn to back away while he summons help from the back. Ashlyn takes a step back from Logan… and turns, bending her knees, hoisting the top half of the steel steps upright.

Geoff Penzer: Stop this. Someone stop this!

Ashlyn shakes her head, muttering something under her breath as Logan reaches his hands and knees-- and De Luca launches the steps full-force at Logan! It smashes into the left side of his body before bouncing off, knocking him roughly to the ground! With no time to breathe, Ashlyn races forward, pushing the referee out of the way before yanking Logan up with two hands full of hair-- and planting him on the floor with X-Factor!

Geoff Penzer: A Flyleaf on the floor! And-- NO!

The referee tries to pull Ashlyn back as she goes to pull Logan up again, but Ashlyn shoves the referee to the ground! She pulls Logan upright by his head and backs herself onto the bottom half of the steel steps-- before leaping upright, driving Logan face-first into the steps with a second Flyleaf!

Geoff Penzer: Oh my God!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

A second official rushes out from the back as De Luca rises to her feet, hands over her mouth, eyes filled with tears as she looks down toward the motionless Logan Alexander.

Geoff Penzer: I can’t… wh… Ashlyn De Luca has completely... I don’t know if we’re still on the air. But…

Ashlyn backs up the ramp, hands still over her mouth as a third official races down the ramp alongside another doctor, all crowding around Alexander.

Geoff Penzer: You’ve gone too far.

Ashlyn kneels down at the top of the ramp, looking down toward Alexander as the officials and doctors tend to him. The boos within the arena remain deafening as we fade to black.