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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:02:49 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:03:24 GMT -5
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed plays as a video package is shown of various FGA grapplers making their way through various entranceways. The video then switches to various FGA grapplers getting kicked, punched, slammed, suplexed and dropped onto the mat.... Come inside and be afraid
Of this impressive mess I've made
If you take a look now you will find
I have thrown away my vice
Done away with paradise
See what's going on inside my mind
Please let me out
Please let me out
Please let me... After dramatic slow motion shots of various grapplers flipping off the top turnbuckle, the video switches to the Flashpoint logo as the chorus kicks in.  The video fades to an outside shot of the Santa Ana Star Center Location in Rio Rancho, New Mexico. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd… The scene fades into the backstage area where we see Amanda Johnson holding a microphone. The broadcast is shown to the arena crowd and they wait to see what Johnson has to say. Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time Zola Star. The crowd pops as Zola appears smiling at the camera . Zola Star: Hey Amanda, what’s up? The modelesque Star greets Amanda before she waits on Amanda’s question. Amanda Johnson: Zola, tonight you have a match against Laura Perelli. What are your thoughts on this upcoming match? Zola thinks long and hard before speaking her next thought, but just as she’s about to answer, enter Ace Voltage. who walks right in front of Zola blocking her from the camera and lets out a big yawn. Ace grabs the mic from Amanda with the crowd booing. Ace Voltage: Boring! Amanda if you want to really excel at your job, you should be interviewing someone people actually CARE about. Amanda looks a little surprised but asserts herself. She takes the mic back from Ace as Zola tries to pop her head out from behind Ace’s body. Amanda Johnson: I’m sorry, Ace. But I have a scheduled interview with Zola Star right now. So Zola... Ace, with an annoyed look on his face, takes the mic back from Amanda and shifts his position to fully block Zola once again. Ace Voltage: Well things change Amanda. Why don’t we talk about my match tonight? You know, the debut that everyone has been looking forward to? My match has single-handedly increased ticket sales tonight and I can guarantee it has caused a rating boost! Zola tries to push her way in front of Ace again, but with no success. He looks back with a smirk and waves his hand away, motioning for her to get out of his shot. Ace Voltage: You’ll have to wait your turn honey. The Main Event is talking now. The little kids’ table is down the hall. Zola sighs and walks out of the camera shot. Ace Voltage: Now that we got the garbage out of the way. Let’s talk about me, Amanda. I’ll give ya one question to ask me, make it good. Ace shoves the mic back to Amanda. Amanda Johnson: Well, Ace. For those of us not familiar with you in the ring, what can we expect tonight against Jillian Clay? Ace laughs and claps his hands sarcastically. Ace Voltage: One question and that is what you ask me? Guess the better interviewers were already off the market. Anyway, what can you all expect from me? First off, a win obviously. I don’t like losing, I will do whatever it takes to win. Brawl, high flying, low blows, whatever it takes, I will go to extreme lengths to get the victory. I’m here to become champion and show that I am not to be taken lightly. Once I win my debut match, I will show the world how great I really am. FGA will have to thank me for all of the positivity it will get because of me. I am the Main Event. And you will all see that tonight and in the near future. Next time Amanda, interview a real “star” like me. Nobody cares about Zola. Ace laughs to himself as he walks off-screen. Amanda Johnson: Well we apologize for those wanting to hear from Zola. Let’s get back to the ring for some more action. |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:03:46 GMT -5
Laura Perelli is shown waiting in anticipation for her match to open the show. The buzz of the pre-show crowd noise can be heard as she hops back and forth from one foot to the other a few times, shaking out her arms. She twists her head left and right, exhaling sharply before stopping to adjust the pockets of the leather jacket she wears over her ring gear. There’s a bit of an anxious energy about the young Jersey girl, pacing back and forth as she waits for her opportunity to head to the ring. Before she gets what she wants, Patrick Jones walks past and makes a flippant remark.
Patrick Jones: If you don’t settle down, you’ll start the match on the back foot again.
Perelli whips her head around, her body following suit a moment after, but before she can even speak up, Jones has continued on his way. More than a little dumbstruck by the flippant nature of the comment, Laura scoffs and shakes her head, her attention drawn back to the stage as Voodoo Johnson’s “United Divided” starts to play. Perelli casts one last glance at the back of the man who never broke stride, smirking in disbelief before turning and waiting for drums to kick in to make her entrance.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:05:17 GMT -5
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Zola Star vs. Laura Perelli Star starts off the match by taking Perelli off her feet with a series of arm drags. Perelli is then sent to the mat with multiple judo throws. After Perelli is sent into the ropes with an irish whip, Star brings her down with a headscissors for a two count. Perelli reverses a second irish whip attempt and sends Star into the ropes. When she returns, she brings Perelli down to the mat with a running hurricanrana. Perelli scrambles back to a vertical base. But she gets caught with a running big boot from Star which knocks her through the ropes and to the floor. While Perelli shakes out the cobwebs on the floor, Star begins to play to the crowd while she waits for Perelli to get into position. She then turns before heading into the far ropes. Star comes back and readies for a dive to the outside until Perelli slides back into the ring and throws her down with a Running STO for a two count! Perelli brings the action in the corner and tries to work over Star with forearm strikes. But Star is able to fight her way out of the corner with repeated knife edge chops. After a punch to the midsection doubles Perelli over, Star takes her and whips her into the ropes. She then tackles Perelli down with a Lou Thesz Press before following up with punches. Star continues to rain down right hands to the face until Perelli slips her head out of the way and causes Star to punch the canvas. Perelli quickly rolls over on top of Star, quickly leaps to her feet, jumps up and delivering a double foot stomp to the chest. She the takes Star by the hair and pulls her into a seated position before hitting the ropes. Perelli returns a throws out a Sliding D. But she misses after Star rolls out of the way. Once both grapplers are back to their feet, Star throws out another big boot. This time, Perelli catches the foot, swings it away from her and takes control of Star’s back before executing the Code of Silence (Saka Otoshi into a Sleeper Hold)! Star groans and struggles to try and free herself as Perelli cinches in the hold. The ref asks Star multiple times if she wants to give up. Star refuses each time. The crowd starts to rally behind the fan favorite as she tries to pull herself towards the ropes. She reaches out for the ropes, but she’s not quite there. Star continues to pull herself across the canvas. Star is almost there until Perelli switches her hold on Star and places her in a Fujiwara Armbar. The crowd boos Perelli while she pulls back on the arm of Star. Star howls in pain while being trapped in the hold. Despite the pain she’s in, she continues to turn down opportunities from the referee to quit. Once again, the capacity crowd tries their best to rally behind Star and get her back in this match. When it becomes apparent that Star won’t submit to the armbar, Perelli reaches down, grabs a hold of Star’s hand and starts to bend her fingers. She then turns Star over onto her side deliver delivering a stomp to the keylocked arm. As the match continues, Perelli brings her down with a shoulder breaker for a two count. A Northern Lights Suplex also gets a two count. She then sets up for a Ushi Goroshi when Star is forced to use the worked over arm to deliver multiple elbows to the side of Perelli’s head. After slipping down from behind, Star favors the arm before spinning Pereli towards her and knocking her off her feet with Seeing Stars (spinning kick to the face) for a two count. Perelli is then brought back to her feet before Star hits the ropes. Upon her return, she throws out a cartwheel knee strike. Perelli slips out of the way before making an exaggerated shrug and flattening her with a Sliding D for a two count. Perelli sets up Star for a Floatover Butterfly Suplex when Star powers out and counters with a back body drop. The cheers continue as Star hits hits a kicking combination before bringing Perelli down with Star Fall (Dark Matter) for a two count. Star then goes for a German Suplex when Perelli powers out with multiple back elbows to the face. After performing a standing switch, she turns Star towards her and brings her down with a double knee armbreaker. She then lifts Star back up across her shoulders and delivers the Ushi Goroshi on the second attempt before slipping on the New Jersey Necktie (Rings of Saturn). Star tries to hold on. But the pain becomes too much. The crowd as Star reluctantly gives the verbal submission. Winner: Laura Perelli ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:05:36 GMT -5
The scene fades in on a close-up of a swollen, bruised eye, earning a buzz from the crowd… though they roar as we pan out, revealing the face of the FGA 15 Champion, Sadie San Francisco. A full shot reveals that the champion isn’t dressed to compete, sporting a gray tank top and black shorts, donning a brace on her left knee. To another small pop from the crowd, Saturnian Connection’s Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter walks into shot, a fist covering his mouth as he gives his longtime friend a once-over.
Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter: You’ve looked better.
Sadie San Francisco: Mm. Thanks, douche.
The camera pans out more, introducing a third entrant to the scene in the Saturnian Connection’s Jillian Clay:, earning another pop from pockets of the New Mexico crowd.
Jillian Clay: I think you look fine, Sadie.
Sadie San Francisco: Thanks, Ji--
Jillian Clay: Even with the black eye.
Sadie San Francisco: ...thank y--
Jillian Clay: And the knee brace. Some people would say it puts a giant bullseye on your leg as the champion, but I think you pull it off really well.
Sadie San Francisco: Alri--
Jillian Clay: You’re really vulnerable right now, but you have this positive energ--
Sadie San Francisco: Jill.
Jillian Clay: Yes?
Sadie takes a deep breath, rubbing at her eyes for a moment before narrowing her eyes at Clay.
Sadie San Francisco: Don’t you have a match?
Jillian Clay: Yes!
Sadie and Nando exchange a glance… before they both turn back to Clay.
Sadie San Francisco: Like, now?
Jillian smiles absently, looking between the two before she perks an eyebrow in curiosity. Sadie rolls her eyes before pointing to the end of the corridor.
Sadie San Francisco: The ring. Go away from me. Find the ring, Jill.
Clay smiles brightly.
Jillian Clay: Okay!
Clay bounces out of frame, humming to herself. Sadie watches her leave with an almost incredulous look on her face. Nando turns toward Sadie, shrugging a bit.
Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter: She’s not wrong. You were already vulnerable the moment you decided to challenge three other people to a ladder match with your own title on the line. And now you’ve got Jaelynn Ramsey involved in it?
He points to the brace on her knee.
Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter: You know what she’s willing to do to you. She has absolutely nothing to lose. The most dangerous kind of human.
Sadie scoffs under her breath.
Sadie San Francisco: I’ve dealt with Jaelynn. I know how far she’ll go.
She meets Nando’s gaze and shakes her head a little.
Sadie San Francisco: And they’re all willing to go that far. Every single one of them. Cassius, Sloan, Sullivan… maybe they haven’t all outright said it, but they are. I just have to make sure they can’t.
Nando nods a little, folding his arms.
Nando Fresno: Alien Hunter: And to do it, you have to beat them all in a fight… and a race to the top of a ladder… all with one leg.
Sadie looks down at her own left knee, taking a deep breath before she looks back at Nando. She doesn’t offer a reply, verbally, but shifts the FGA 15 Championship up onto her shoulder, giving him a small smile before she limps past him, out of frame as we fade away.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:07:19 GMT -5
Flashpoint continues backstage where Amanda Johnson stands outside of Jaelynn Ramsey's locker room. The door is opened halfway and slowly moves inward by none other than the room's occupant.
Amanda takes a step back to make way for Jae as she steps out in her ring gear.
Amanda Johnson: Hello, Jaelynn. Many are wondering why did you attack Sadie the way you did weeks ago?
Jaelynn Ramsey: I stand by what I said then, Amanda.
Jaelynn Ramsey: I decide.
Amanda Johnson: She successfully defended her 15 Title against you at--
Jaelynn raises her hand and with her thumb and index finger she swiftly draws a horizontal line across the air.
Jaelynn Ramsey: Spare the recap, Amanda. Let Sadie do all the reminding because it brings her joy. It’s the only thing that will provide a source of comfort until we meet again in unfavorable conditions.
Amanda Johnson: You mean her left leg.
A smirk escapes the Utah resident.
Jaelynn Ramsey: I know what buttons to push when it comes to Sadie. Combine that with the itch to best her, to prove to everyone that I can beat her and I will find any opportunity to strike. Or maybe I was just bored? What difference does it make when it really comes down to her knowing she needs to look both ways, sleep with one eye open. Doesn’t that sound miserable?
The indifferent interviewer does not answer. She clears her throat softly before asking her next question.
Amanda Johnson: How are you feeling about tonight’s match knowing that your tag team partner and opponents are all in pursuit of the 15 Championship?
Jaelynn Ramsey: Three years ago, the rookie version of me would be upset. Maybe you would find me flustered and you could forget about getting an interview from me. As far as the present goes? Why the hell not? I see this as a continuation of our last encounter at Flashpoint.
Jaelynn Ramsey: I had a chance to watch the show from the comfort of my home, process it, and I’ve decided to embrace it. The only unfortunate part is not having the certainty that I can rely on my opponent. After all, that’s what tag matches are all about!
Jaelynn Ramsey: All I can hope for is that Ms. Sullivan focuses on winning only. We don’t need to pretend we can get along or that I can be a hot recruit of the Girls Named Ashley Club. If she wants to come out of this match without significant damage then she needs to focus on winning only. It’s as simple as that.
Jaelynn looks at the camera one last time before re-entering her locker room. The camera then shows Amanda left alone with a blank expression ending the scene.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:08:27 GMT -5
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
Ace Voltage vs. Jillian Clay Clay starts off the match hot by taking Voltage off his feet with a pair of arm drags, followed by a pair of japanese arm drags. Clay continues to work over the arm by delivering a somersault sitout arm wringer. Clay stays locked on the arm, delivering an arm wrench before bringing Voltage down with a single arm DDT for a two count. Clay then clamps onto the arm with an armlock before Voltage uses his free arm to grab Clay and move her against the ropes. At the ref’s insistence, both grapplers slowly break it up as his count approaches five. As soon as Voltage is free, he takes a swing at Clay’s head with a cheap shot. But the faster Clay is too quick and is able to duck the blow before going to town on him with jabs and elbow strikes against the ropes. While Voltage leans against the ropes, Clay turns and hits the far ropes. As she returns, she picks up speed and looks to knock him to the outside. At the lasts second, Voltage ducks and dumps Clay over the top rope. Instead of Clay falling to the floor, she lands safely on the apron and knocks Voltage back with a forearm strike as soon as he turns around. Clay then springboards to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks Voltage down with a moonsault for a two count. Voltage finally gets the advantage by delivering an eye rake after Clay brings him back to his feet. He then moves Clay against the ropes before returning the favor with jabs and forearm strikes of his own. He then pulls Clay off the ropes and goes for a vertical suplex when Clay slips down from behind and follows up with a reverse bulldog for another two count. Voltage then reverses an irish whip and sends Clay into the corner. Voltage runs across the ring, connects with a clothesline and then brings Clay out of the corner with a running bulldog for a two count. Clay is then brought back down with a back suplex for a two count. Voltage hooks both arms before throwing her down with a butterfly suplex for another two count. After Clay is whipped into the ropes, she ducks a clothesline from Voltage before continuing to run the ropes. When Clay returns, Voltage lifts her up across his shoulders before bringing her down with a Samoan Drop. He reaches back and hooks the near leg for the cover, but he only gets a two count. While Voltage slowly pulls Clay back to her feet, he yells at the official for the “slow count.” Voltage continues to bark at the referee until Clay cuts him off with repeated forearm strikes. She then tries for a belly to belly suplex when Voltage counters with a bell clap to the ears. He then takes Clay and plants her with a Cradle DDT. While Clay’s down, Voltage heads to the top and guys for a flying elbow drop. The crowd erupts with cheers when he misses after Clay rolls to safety. A somersault shoulder jawbreaker brings Voltage down for a two count. A rolling neckbreaker gets another two count for Clay. Clay hen brings Voltage down again with The ESDG (headscissors takedown into a cross armbar). Clay tries to extend the arm. But Voltage is able to keep his hands locked together. He then battles back to his feet before lifting Clay up and slamming her down to break the hold. When Clay turns over onto a knee, Voltage flattens her with the Ace of Spades (Shining Wizard)! He then whips Clay into the corner before running across the ring and blasting her with Thunderstruck (Helluva Kick)! Voltage goes for the cover and gets the three count. Winner: Ace Voltage |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:08:51 GMT -5
The show cuts to the backstage area where Amanda Johnson is standing by with an agitated Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes, the duo barely able to stand in one place. Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time my guests, Bristow & Barnes! Boos radiate throughout the entire building, bringing a mild grin to the faces of both otherwise demonstrably agitated men. Amanda Johnson: Guys, at the last Flashpoint, you two picked up a much-needed victory against Ashley Marie Chase & Antoinette Sands, and while the tactics you used to win that match were not the most admirable, your actions following the match were even more despicable in the eyes of many on social media and here in the back. Nate Bristow: Let me cut you off right there, Amanda. Because as impressive as our victory was at the last episode of Flashpoint, me and Tully, we haven’t been able to get over just how rude and contemptuous the actions of that trio of scum who calls themselves Baewatch were after the match. I mean attacking us after the match? They’ve brung the Flashpoint brand to a new low. Tully Barnes: And that’s saying something. The teammates share a chuckle while Amanda tries to interject. Amanda Johnson: Correct me if I’m wrong, but did you two not attack Ashley and Antoinette after the match, prompting Baewatch to come down and play the hero? But Bristow & Barnes are disinterested in Amanda’s theories. Tully Barnes: The lack of respect those three pissants share for this business and its proudest talents is a heaping pile of garbage that FGA needs desperately to dispose themselves of. Bristow slaps Barnes on the chest. Nate Bristow: That’s right, Tully. And if the Flashpoint brass are incapable of doing it themselves, well, me and my boy here have no problem handling their little rodent problem and sending those weasels back to the beach where they belong. Tully Barnes: Because I don’t know if you’ve been watching, sweetheart, but Bristow & Barnes...we’re the cream of the crop here as far as the tag team division goes. That’s what teams like Baewatch and Ashley & Antoinette are gunning for us. But what those malcontents fail to understand and appreciate is the amount of hard work and dedication it takes to get to the level that we’re at. Nate Bristow: We weren’t spoonfed opportunities like they have been. Our position on the Flashpoint roster wasn’t just a handout, we had to earn it. Tully Barnes: EARN IT. Something they don’t know anything about. Bristow chuckles once more with a smirk as he and his tag partner share a look. Nate Bristow: But they’re going to learn tonight, because we’re going to introduce those boys to the school of hardknocks. Tully Barnes: And they’re going to wish they never crossed paths with Bristow & Barnes! Bristow leads the way off set as Barnes mimes tipping his hat at Amanda before following suit. The scene fades. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:09:47 GMT -5
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:10:09 GMT -5
You might think that with James Edwards' recent change in attitude and attacks on beloved FGA veterans that there would be a short line to buy t-shirts from him in the parking lot. And if you thought that, you'd be correct. A group of four fans mill around a rented Toyota Camry. The Burning Heart sits in a purple camping chair with a trio of cardboard boxes providing a de facto barrier for the fans to stay behind. James is finishing up a sale when he notices the camera crew approaching. He shoos the fans away and looks at the media team with a sly grin.
James Edwards: Ain't Amanda coming?
Being a cocky smart-ass doesn't suit the usually stoic Edwards, but the certitude in his demeanor suggests this might be an act.
James Edwards: That figures, you can't expect her to be professional at all anymore. So they sent y'all do her job for her, eh?
Of course, he knows the answer to the question, James wants to make the off-screen figures uncomfortable.
James Edwards: Well if y'all are here to dig answers out of me about the last show, you can get em' by subscribing to my new Patreon! Two dollars for the written tier and five for audio one. The same way you'll get to hear what I have to say about facing Ashley Marie Chase tonight.
The camera crew knows this a futile mission, so they turn and start to walk away.
James Edwards: Wait!
The crew turns around to find Edwards holding up a pair of t-shirts. Both are black. One has "The Violent Gospel" in faded orange script with the other bearing the same colored lettering for the words "Burning Heart."
James Edwards: These are on sale for ten bucks in person and---
The footage suddenly cuts off as the scene fades to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:10:41 GMT -5
As the scene switches to another location in the back, the cameras cut to the figure of International Heavyweight champion Savannah Taylor standing in front of the red Flashpoint banner, dressed in her black and now silver wrestling attire and her title belt slung over her right shoulder. The fact that she is standing there alone is the reason for the scowl across her face. A sigh escapes her lips as she looks at the clock on the wall across from her. The sound of heels clicking rapidly on the cement floor from Savannah’s right draw an audible groan from the champion.
Savannah Taylor: It’s about damn time. You’re late.
The figure of ace Flashpoint reporter Amanda Johnson makes her way onto the frame, microphone in hand and trying to catch her breath.
Amanda Johnson: I’m sorry. I was in another part of the arena and got tied up with a previous interview.
Savannah Taylor: Don’t let it happen again, or there won’t BE a next time. I’ve been waiting for longer than I should have been. I have things to do you know.
She adjusts the title over her shoulder and waves her hand.
Savannah Taylor: But please, now that you have GRACED us with your presence, get on with doing your job.
Amanda adjusts herself, and presumably refrains from rolling her eyes, as she begins to speak.
Amanda Johnson: Now, before we get into tonight’s main event which features you going one on one with Kendall Kingham, I want to take you back to last Flashpoint. You were in the middle of a speech when you were interrupted by one Jimmy Page, who took exception to some of the things you said and what happened after you became International Champion. He then demanded to face you at All Star Showdown in a First Blood Match.
Savannah simply rolls her eyes as she shifts her weight on her feet.
Savannah Taylor: Of course he did. Jimmy Page interrupted a very heartfelt and serious moment I was having, celebrating winning the International Heavyweight Championship. I was reveling in the fact that my hard work paid off and I was finally at the top of the mountain. Yet who came to crash the party? Bad Luck Jimmy himself. Now, he could have been an actual adult for the first time in his life, said a simple congratulations and went on his day. But oh no, he couldn’t let things alone and he had to act all pissed over what happened at Only The Strong Survive.
Amanda Johnson: Well, you DID attack him after the match and you did bust him open.
Savannah Taylor: Which he deserved, by the way. So now he has decided to up the ante. A simple automatic rematch isn’t good enough for him. Now he wants to, as he put it, paint Los Angeles with my blood.
She simply laughs as she rubs her chin with her left hand.
Savannah Taylor: Is that supposed to intimidate me, Amanda? Is the prospect of a First Blood match with a certifiable psycho supposed to scare me? I am far from a delicate little flower who is afraid of being exposed to direct sunlight. I’ve been through hell. I have been in the kinds of battles that not only the rest of the Flashpoint roster, but the entire Frontier Grappling Arts roster wouldn’t survive. To this day, I still carry those scars and I dare anyone to challenge me in that aspect. I wasn’t afraid of Jimmy Page before Only The Strong Survive. I think I proved that the second the bell rang when I slapped the taste out of his mouth. I drew first blood after the match, a fact that I was all too happy to do. At All Star Showdown, history is going to repeat itself. I guarantee it.
Savannah turns and is about to head in the direction of her locker room, when she walks back and faces Amanda.
Savannah Taylor: And one more thing. The next time you show up late to an interview, I am going to personally request that they drag Spencer Burke over here from Vertigo, because at least HE conducts himself like a professional. Capiche?
She waves her hand near Amanda’s face as she turns around and walks off to finish preparing for the main event as the scene shifts to ringside.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:11:26 GMT -5
★★★ TAG TEAM MATCH ★★★
Baewatch vs. Bristow & Barnes Bristow & Barnes start off the match by attacking Baewatch from behind. Barnes quickly takes Holliday and tosses him to the floor. Back inside, Bristow & Barnes go to work on Thomas with clubbing strikes across the back. After he gets whipped into the far ropes, Bristow & Barnes run him over with a double running shoulder tackle. Barnes then delivers an elbow drop before Bristow delivers a leg drop for a two count. Barnes gets tagged in before Bristow & Barnes sends Thomas back into the ropes. When he returns, Bristow & Barnes throw him down with a double hip toss for a two count. Bristow gets tagged in before Bristow & Barnes send Thomas back into the ropes. When he returns, Bristow brings him down with a drop toe hold before Barnes follows up with a running dropkick for a two count. Barnes gets tagged back in before hitting a slingshot suplex for a two count. He then rushes over and knocks Holliday off the apron with a running forearm strike. Barnes heads over, moves Thomas into the corner and sends him slumping down with mudhole stomps. After Thomas is pulled back to his feet, Barnes sends him back into the ropes before throwing him down with a snap scoop powerslam for another two count. As the match continues, Bristow gets tagged back in and delivers an inverted headlock backbreaker for a two count. A backstabber also gets a two count. Bristow lifts Thomas up for a turnbuckle powerbomb when Thomas counters with a hurricanrana. He then rolls forward, dives across the ring and tries to tag Holliday back in. But Barnes yanks Holliday off the apron before turning him inside out with a short-arm lariat! When Thomas pulls himself up in the Baewatch corner, Bristow hits him from behind with a running corner forearm smash! He’s then brought down with Total Devastation (rope-hung Cutter) for another two count! After Barnes gets tagged in, Bristow & Barnes deliver an aided turnbuckle powerbomb for another two count. Barnes tries for a short-arm lariat on Thomas when Thomas ducks and counters with a release German Suplex. Bristow rushes in and throws out a lariat when Thomas ducks, grabs him around the waist and delivers a second release German Suplex. With both members of Bristow & Barnes down, Thomas starts to pull himself across the match. He’s near the Baewatch corner when Bristow & Barnes each grab him by the leg and drag him back towards the center of the ring before putting the boots to him. They then take Thomas and whip him into the ropes. When Thomas returns, Bristow & Barnes set up for a double back body drop when Thomas counters with a DDT on them both! Thomas then dives over and finally tags Holliday in! Holliday scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and brings Bristow & Barnes down with a diving crossbody block for a two count. Holliday takes Barnes and whips him into Bristow. When they collide, Bristow stumbles back before flipping through the ropes and falling to the floor. Holliday then hits a bridging German Suplex on Barnes for a two count. Barnes then reverses an irish whip and sends Holliday into the ropes. When Holliday returns, he sees Barnes setting up for a back body drop. So he stops and counters with a kick to the face. While Barnes is dazed, Baewatch brings him down with High Tide (Total Elimination)! They then rush over and deliver a double dropkick, knocking Bristow off the apron and to the floor. They then head over and take Barnes before bringing him down with the Shift Change (Snapshot DDT)! Holliday and Thomas then deliver the Tidal Wave (Hot Fire Flame) before Holliday makes the cover and gets the three count! After the match, Bristow attacks Holliday and Thomas from behind. Cadet Allen rolls in to make the save, but he gets stomped out by Barnes. Bristow & Barnes continue to attack Baewatch until Ashley Marie Chase and Antoinette Sands come out to return the favor and make the save, sending Bristow & Barnes retreating up the aisle. Winners: Baewatch ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:11:59 GMT -5
Ashley Sullivan is leaning up against a wall backstage, one leg bent back with a foot pressed to wall as she props herself up. Taking a heavy sigh, she moves her eyes up to the camera in front of her without tilting her head up.
Ashley Sullivan: I’ve been here before. Challenging for the 15 Championship. A couple times actually. The last time was almost a year ago. And besides getting together with my friends to have each other’s backs, not a whole hell of a lot has changed since then. Granted there are those few nuggets of awesome. We handled our business with Tristan Ambrose and his little Resistance buddies, I proved that someone like me could really come out on top against someone like Sloan Talbot and that size isn’t everything. But since I’ve come back to FGA, I still haven’t had that tangible piece of accomplishment that I could hold and build upon as a foundation. And those times that I’ve been so close to grabbing that opportunity, that special something has always been missing.
Turning her head up, Ashley smirks for a moment.
Ashley Sullivan: The difference is what Sadie threw out there at Flashpoint. I bet she didn’t even realize it at the time but she was really taking on a challenge she had no idea how real deep the bottom was. Nothing like jumping into the deep end huh? Years ago, me and who shall not be named won the World Tag Team titles here… in a ladder match. When I broke out on my own, I made the ladder match my specialty, making what I did with it works of art. You’ve come into my own little wrestling playground and you didn’t even know it.
Ashley pauses, peeling away the jean jacket that has been covering the top half of her body to reveal her wrestling top underneath.
Ashley Sullivan: Watch this tonight, Sadie. Me and Jaelynn against Talbot and Cassius. As volatile as that combination sounds, none of wanting to work with the other, like I know it’s only a matter of time before she tries to gain an advantage and take me out early, watch all that and know that it is only the calm before the storm. Me and what I can do with a ladder match as my canvas is the storm and the piece that I’ve been missing. And I have you to thank for it.
Moving away from the wall, Ashley steps out of view as the video slowly fades to black.
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:12:44 GMT -5
★★★ SINGLES MATCH ★★★
James Edwards vs. Ashley Marie Chase Edwards overwhelms Chase at the start with forearm strikes in the corner! The crowd continue to boo The Burning Heart as he lights up Chase’s chest with knife edge chops! Edwards then starts to whack away at the side of Chase’s neck with a kesagiri chops! The last strike causes Chase to slump down in the corner. Edwards starts to stomp away on Chase’s chest until the ref gets in and gives him until the count of five to back off. The ref’s count reaches five, but Edwards won’t let up! So the referee has to forcefully move Edwards out of the corner. Does The Burning Heart let this deter him? Absolutely not! He moves the ref out of his way, marches back over to the corner and applies a foot choke to Chase. The ref is quick to jump in once again and give Edwards until the count of five to break the choke. When the ref is just about to reach five, Edwards reluctantly breaks the choke. The referee admonishes The Burning Heart and lets him know that he’s pushing his luck. Edwards responds by simply moving the ref out of his way to go and attack Chase. After pulling Chase up by her hair, she swats Edwards’ hands off of her before knocking him back with repeated chest kicks! She then runs towards the ropes before bouncing off and knocking Edwards down with a springboard roundhouse kick for a two count! After Edwards is sent into the corner with an irish whip, AMC charges across the ring and connects with a running corner knee to the face. She goes to follow up with a bulldog out of the corner when Edwards shoves her off of him and into the ropes. Upon her return, Edwards goes to throw her down with a back body drop. However, AMC slips down from behind and quickly follows up with a Scorpion Death Drop for another two count. AMC goes for another irish whip into the corner when Edwards reverses. The Burning Heart charges in to attack when AMC knocks him back with a boot to the face. Edwards shakes off the blow before rushing back into the corner. This time, a back elbow to the face knocks him back. Edwards shakes off the blow before charging in for a third time. Once again, AMC knocks Edwards back. This time, with a forearm strike. She then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes before leaping off and knocking Edwards down with a diving forearm smash for another two count. After a boot to the midsection, the crowd erupts with cheers when AMC has Edwards set up for the Name Dropper (Pedigree). Before AMC can deliver the move, Edwards counters with a back body drop that sends her over the top rope and to the floor. While AMC is busy picking herself up, Edwards takes off into the far ropes. When Edwards comes back, he picks up speed before leaping through the ropes and taking AMC out with a rare suicide dive! The crowd boos when Edwards mounts himself on top of AMC and rains down hammer fists to the face! AMC does her best to try and cover up. But the majority of the blows are able to pierce her defense! Edwards then transitions over to the side and begins driving his knee into her ribs over and over! The referee gets on the outside and motions for Edwards to bring the action back inside. Edwards ignores the official and instead pulls AMC up across his shoulders. AMC is then brought down with a fireman's carry gourdbuster. AMC lays curled up on the floor as the crowd continues to boo Edwards. Once again, the referee tells Edwards to get back inside. Edwards actually follows the referee’s orders and rolls back inside… only to roll back out, rush over and put the boots to AMC! The official continues to admonish The Burning Heart. But his words fall on deaf ears. Edwards pulls AMC back to her feet, hoists her up from the side and then throws her down with a loud gutwrench powerbomb on the floor! AMC remains sprawled out on the floor while the referee again demands for Edwards to get back in the ring. Edwards, after staring down the official, reluctantly agrees and rolls himself back inside. As soon as the official kneels down next to AMC, the crowd gasps when Edwards marches into the corner and scales the turnbuckles. The referee turns around and jumps to his feet when he sees Edwards rising to the top turnbuckle. He frantically waves Edwards off. The Burning Heart ignores him and leaps off. The ref has no choice but to get the heck out of dodge, allowing AMC to get hit with a diving headbutt to the midsection! Edwards finally rolls AMC back inside before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . TH-NO! AMC gets her foot on the bottom rope! Edwards brings AMC back to her feet before returning the favor with a Reverse DDT of his own. Instead of making the cover, Edwards delivers a leaping double foot stomp to the midsection. The crowd continues to boo as Edwards delivers four more leaping double foot stomps! Edwards reaches down, pulls up AMC and places her in the clinch before moving her into the corner. The Burning Heart continues to target the torso with repeated knees from the clinch. While AMC is still doubled over, Edwards pulls her by the ears back towards the center of the ring, lifts her up and plants her with the Foxfire (fisherman brainbuster) for a two count! Once AMC is pulled back to her feet, Edwards doubles her over with a back kick to the ribs, knocks her upright with a lifting knee to the head and then drops her with the Double Take (jumping switch kick) for another two count! Edwards pulls AMC back to a vertical base and throws out the Double Tap (pair of spinning backfists). After AMC ducks the first backfist, she whacks Edwards across the face with The Chase-Tizer (hard slap)! Edwards does a double take as he holds his cheek. He then takes a hard swipe at AMC with a kesagiri chop. Once again, AMC ducks. When Edwards turns around, AMC rocks him with the Kick of Doom (superkick)! Edwards remains dazed until he gets knocked down with a second Kick fo Doom! AMC drops down for the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards gets his shoulder up. AMC goes for an irish whip. But it quickly gets reversed by Edwards. When AMC returns, she knocks Edwards down with a divin forearm smash! She runs across the ring before knocking Edwards down with another diving forearm smash! AMC goes for a third diving forearm when Edwards drops down to the mat, causing AMC to whiff. Once she gets back to her feet, Edwards rushes over to attack until AMC pulls down the top rope, sending The Burning Heart tumbling to the floor. After stepping out onto the apron, AMC flips off and knocks Edwards down with a moonsault! AMC rolls Edwards back inside and makes the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . Edwards gets his shoulder up. AMC goes for another irish whip. Once again, it gets reversed. After AMC is sent into the corner, Edwards rushes in to attack when AMC turns him around with a boot to the face. She hops onto the apron through the ropes, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and drives Edwards down with a top rope bulldog! The cheers continue while AMC pushes him over before making the cover. ONE! . . TWO! . . T-NO! Edwards gets his shoulder up. The crowd goes from sighs to cheers when AMC hops back out onto the apron through the ropes before scaling to the top turnbuckle. She crouches down while waiting patiently for Edwards to rise. When Edwards finally gets back to his feet and turns around, AMC stands tall, leaps off and goes for It’s A Bird, It’s A Plane, It’s A Chase (high crossbody block)! The crowd gasps… then boos when Edwards counters with a snap powerslam in mid air! Edwards slowly pulls AMC back to her feet by the air before delivering the Double Tap! When the last backfist turns AMC away from him, Edwards quickly takes control of her back before bringing her down with the RRE (reverse release exploder suplex)! Edwards pulls AMC back over, lifts her up, turns and drives her down with the Long Way Round (pumphandle lift into a snap Death valley Driver)! The Burning Heart makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE! Winner: James Edwards |
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Post by FGA Office on Jul 29, 2019 9:13:14 GMT -5
The camera fades in and catches up to Nina Stokes as she is preparing for her tag team bout later in the evening. After rummaging through her gym bag, Nina takes a seat on the locker room bench. Her eyes glance upwards towards the camera. Nina Stokes: A Wicked Strong reunion― A short, stifled chuckle follows. Nina Stokes: I can’t imagine anyone clamoring for it. But hey, here it is. Her right hand reveals a roll of black Kinesio tape. She begins to unravel a short strip. Nina Stokes: It’s funny. Salem and I were so different back then. Me and her were so young in our careers. We were so concerned with standing out. We were so enamored with making names for ourselves… A grunt escapes Nina’s mouth as she places a piece of the Kinesio tape on her left shoulder. Nina Stokes: Those reasons resulted in the two of us taking so many unnecessary risks. We jumped off things. We risked life and limb. And for what? There’s a small pause. Nina Stokes: A lazy hand clap? A tiny taste of glory? Nina begins to unravel another piece of tape. Nina Stokes: I’m not the same woman who captivated the hearts and minds of Girl Power Wrestling. I am far greater. I adapted. I evolved. She nods her head. Nina Stokes: In truth, I became far more efficient. I learned how to crush a skull without leaving the ground. I learned how to inflict optimal punishment without hurling myself off something steep. I learned how to debilitate a person without laying a finger on them. There’s another pause? Nina Stokes: Salem? She’s gone through alterations as well… It looks as if she is going to carry on with her thought, however, she stops herself. Instead, she waves her hand. Nina Stokes: And so, two transformed beings march off to do battle with Chris Madison and Mark Storm. She pauses for three seconds and then snaps her finger. Nina Stokes: Another reunion, if I’m not mistaken. Isn’t FGA a magical wonderland? Her sarcasm lingers in the air as Nina places the second piece of tape on her shoulder, adjacent from the first piece. Nina Stokes: If I had any sort of profound words for the two of you, then I’d let them fly freely. But the fact of the matter is, I don’t. I don’t care to be buddy-buddy with you two. I don’t care to chew the fact. And I certainly don’t care to mingle. Instead, I’m going to use my elbows and kicks reveal my inner most thoughts about you two. Why? Because they are not disingenuous, nor they do they lie. They simply strike true. She quickly twists her neck and cracks it a little bit. Her eyes turn return to the camera. Nina Stokes: You two want to relive the glory of the past. You want to go back to a time where you truly matter. You seek reclamations. Swell. But you’re not going to step on me and Salem’s backs to get them. She shakes her head Nina Stokes: Hell naw. Those days are long gone... The camera lingers on Nina for a few seconds. And after those seconds have elapsed, the picture starts to fade out. ★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★ |
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