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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 21:42:25 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 21:42:25 GMT -5

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

The beat of "Can you feel it?" kicks in, and the crowd bursts into cheers, knowing who is about to arrive. The funky beat quickly spreads through the arena, and the crowd begins stomping and clapping along as the song begins. The lights in the arena dim, with pink and gold spotlights swirling around the arena.

"If you look around
The whole world is coming together now...baby..."

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

The crowd is getting heavily into the song, and as the Jacksons sing the title of the song, the lights in the arena bump brighter and brighter.

Feel it in the air, the wind is taking it everywhere...

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

On the third one, A spotlight and the camera focuses in on the emerging figure of Fujiko Mine, who stands at one of the crowd entrances. She stands with a Blaise Fader shirt on her form, the FGA title around her waist. Fujiko keeps her movements a bit reserved, but it is clear she is enjoying the music as the crowd is. She begins to make her way down the steps, dancing and bobbing down the steps until she reaches the arena floor.

J.A Aldridge: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the FGA World champion, Fujiko Mine!!

After maneuvering through a cleared aisle in the crowd, Fujiko reaches the ringside area, and follows it up with a graceful handspring onto and over the guardrail. She quickly runs up the steps, then steps through the ropes.

"Now, tell me..."

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?"

"Can You Feel It?!"

Fujiko strides to the center of the ring, unbuckling and hoisting the FGA championship high into the air, leading the roof of the Spectrum center to come unglued. She then relaxes it down onto her shoulder. J.A lends her the microphone, and she grips it in her right hand for a bit.

“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”
*CLAP*
“FU-JI-KO!”

Fujiko Mine: Guys, gals, non-binary pals of Charlotte...thank you.

She nods, adjusting the championship that she has held dear. The crowd bites at the mention of their city, cheering again.

Fujiko Mine: 2018 was a revelation for the Blissbringer. A year that saw me become the wrestler of the year.

She exhales shortly.

Fujiko Mine: Who knew that this year would top that?

A proud grin forms on her face as the crowd cheers.

Fujiko Mine: I don’t need to recap what happened for all of you, you all remember how it went. But I will touch on one overarching element of 2019.

She lets the grin fade.

Fujiko Mine: My involvement with Izzy Anders.

There are substantial cheers for the other half of The Joker and The Thief.

Fujiko Mine: From the US tag team championship run that completed her goal of becoming a grand slam champion...to helping me realizing my dream of becoming your FGA World champion...Izzy was involved. And after Above & Beyond, in which we went to war over this…

She has a sense of reverence on her face as she mentions it.

Fujiko Mine: It’s a shame it won’t be considered for match of the year.

There are boos ringing out throughout the arena, something that Fujiko can only shrug at.

Fujiko Mine: But I want to publicly acknowledge Izzy Anders. We both believed we would leave Above & Beyond with the championship we seem to have been chasing our entire careers. It was fate that we would have to meet up with it on the line. And knowing that I had my back against the wall, with my dreams of being the BEST this company has ever seen on the line…

She moves the microphone away, drawing the back of her hand up to wipe away the misty feelings.
Fujiko Mine: It made this championship mean more to me. It made my time here mean more to me. I cannot thank her, and all of you, enough.

““Thank you Fuji!”

“Thank you Fuji!”

“Thank you Fuji!”

“Thank you Fuji!”

Fujiko cannot suppress the joy as she slowly turns in place, taking in the sights of the people around her.

Fujiko Mine: I could sit here and talk more about the past...but that’s not what you are here for tonight. You are here to see what is to come!

She revs her emotions with renewed vigor, ripping a cheer from the crowd, when all of a sudden…

Never sell out
Sometimes you gotta talk that talk to em, Nipsey
Sometimes they can't handle it though...
But we don't care...

Yeah
This a moment, This special...

The crowd goes absolutely berserk as “Been Down” by Nipsey Hussle blasts throughout the arena. After a few moments, the newly crowned International Heavyweight Champion, Cordelia Stevenson makes her way from the back to a thunderous ovation. She stops atop the ramp, surveying the crowd with a huge smile. She pats the title on her shoulder and then hoists it into the air, holding it proudly in the air for all to see. She slowly makes her way down the ramp, reaching out and slapping hands with some of the fans as she makes her way towards the steps. She jogs up and climbs into the ring, and then makes her way to the nearest corner and climbs the turnbuckle. She lifts her arms into the air, drawing another thundering cheer from the crowd as she hops back down and the music fades out. She gives a nod to Fujiko as she makes her way around and gets handed a microphone. She slowly saunters back towards the center of the ring, lifting her mic to say something to Fujiko, but before she can even utter a word, a loud chant breaks out.

“Cordy!”

“Cordy!”

“Cordy!”

“Cordy!”

Cordy raises an eyebrow and can’t help but to crack a smile. Fujiko moves to a nearby turnbuckle, allowing Cordy to take center ring. She leans back in the corner, letting her microphone dangle from her fingers.

Cordelia Stevenson: Wow, it seems we’ve really got a live bunch out here with us tonight. I’m feeling that! What’s good, Charlotte?!”

The Spectrum Center howls in response and Cordy just chuckles. She glances over at Fujiko and nods approvingly.

Cordelia Stevenson: Oh yeah, I think Charlotte is definitely rocking with us tonight, chica. Just like they were rocking with me at Autumn Annihilation, when I overcame Johnny Karma and Savannah Taylor to win this—

She points at the title on her shoulder.

Cordelia Stevenson: — and become the NEW, International Heavyweight Champion.

The crowd is definitely live and responsive, once again popping with their approval. Fujiko raises an eyebrow.

Cordelia Stevenson: What a way to cap off 2019, right? It’s still a little crazy to me, you know? When 2019 began, I can honestly tell you that I never imagined it ending quite like this. Hell, I never imagined that I’d find myself back here; in this very ring; in front of all you amazing people. I never imagined that I’d be standing here at the 8 Year Anniversary show, as… a champion. Yet, here we are, tonight: 3 years removed from me defeating Tony Carmine and Izzy Anders in the same night to become FGA World Champion for the very first time, at the 5th Anniversary show; 2 years removed from my Hall of Fame induction and retirement at the 6th Anniversary show — where I find myself partnering with this amazing talent right here—-

She steps to the side, sweeping her arm around and motioning towards Fujiko. The crowd eats the gesture up, loving the idea of seeing the two champions compete together.

Cordelia Stevenson: — and the US Champion, Nina Stokes…

The cheers quickly turn to boos at the mentioning of Nina’s name. Cordy winces, not expecting the hate to be so strong.

Cordelia Stevenson: and the FGA 15 Champion, Ashley Sands.

The chorus of boos turn to cheers.

Cordelia Stevenson: — with the opportunity for each and every one of us to close the year out with a bang, and end 2019 on an even higher note. Well, at least try to, because I don’t even think the note could get any higher for you, chica.

She turns toward Fujiko and gives her a proud nod.

Cordelia Stevenson: Your 2019 was astounding. One of the most well put together years I’ve ever seen, if I must say so myself.

The Apex Goddess nods back at Cordelia.

Fujiko Mine: I appreciate it, Cordy. You already outlined how great your year was, so there’s not much left for me to say but two things.

She pushes herself out of the corner, keeping the FGA World championship in her grip.

Fujiko Mine: Congratulations on your victory, and welcome back.

Another big round of cheers as the two champions stand in the ring. Cordelia mouths the words ‘thank you’ to Fujiko and nods.

Fujiko Mine: But let's not forget about who we are facing tonight. Mark Bisley…

Boos ring through.

Fujiko Mine: Sadie San Francisco…

Cheers blossom from the bed of boos.

Fujiko Mine: Savannah Taylor…

...and back to the boos for the former International champion.

Fujiko Mine: And…

Fujiko displays a wolfish grin.

Fujiko Mine: Ashlyn De Luca.

Major boos. Fujiko suppresses a laugh.

Fujiko Mine: I don’t really think these fans care for most of that team. I think that they’d rather focus on who is the ring right now, yes?

The crowd agrees wholeheartedly. Cordelia paces around the ring, really feeling the energy. She stops and looks at Fujiko.

Cordelia Stevenson: And why wouldn’t they, chica? Standing right here in front of their very eyes are two of the biggest names in FGA history. Two of the most accomplished wrestlers this company has ever seen; a hall of famer and a future hall of famer, and the top champions of the company’s two bran---

Cordelia catches herself and holds up a finger.

Cordelia Stevenson: well, the company’s top two champions because as I’m sure you’ve all heard, my beloved Flashpoint is no more.

The crowd lets out a chorus of boos.

Cordelia Stevenson: I know, believe me, I know. I was devastated when I heard the news. I was definitely looking forward to making my mark there, but, as much as I am sad, I’m also ecstatic. The merging of the brands opens up an array of possibilities and the prospect of --

Her voice trails off as she cocks her head to the side, looking into Fujiko’s direction.

Cordelia Stevenson: -- Some interesting matchups.

Cordelia flashes a smirk as she adjusts the International Heavyweight Championship on her shoulder. The crowd seems to catch her hint and the Spectrum Center immediately erupts into a madhouse.

Fujiko clearly catches on Cordelia’s meaning, but raises her eyebrows anyway.

Fujiko Mine: Why Cordelia, are you insinuating that with no more brand split, that you could see matches like Tyler Storm vs Nina Stokes, Jimmy Page vs. Seth Iser, and even...the FGA World champion versus the FGA International champion?

Fujiko glances at her championship, stoking the fires a little more.

“Lets go Cordy!”

“FU-JI-KO!”

“Lets go Cordy!”

“FU-JI-KO!”

“Lets go Cordy!”

“FU-JI-KO!”

“Lets go Cordy!”

“FU-JI-KO!”

Fujiko takes a step towards Cordy, a smirk on her face when…

“I come to life…”

A deafening chorus of boos cuts through the moment as “Suburbia” hits the PA system. The two champions are hesitant to break their gaze from each other before simultaneously turning their heads toward the entranceway. The boos only grow in volume as Ashlyn De Luca finally makes her way out onto the top of the ramp, already dressed to compete, save for a white t-shirt which reads “BEING IN CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA MAKES ME MILDLY UNCOMFORTABLE.” De Luca looks amused by the reaction of the audience, feigning surprise at the jeers as she navigates the ringside area, walking over to grab a microphone from the timekeeper. Her music fades and she drums the top of the mic for a few seconds until production audibly powers it on. With a smile, she looks up at Stevenson and Mine.

Ashlyn De Luca: Hey!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ashlyn De Luca: Come-- calm down. You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.

De Luca shrugs off the incessant booing and marches up the steps, though she abruptly stops on the apron, casting another smile on the occupants of the ring.

Ashlyn De Luca: Look at you guys. You know-- the people at home and in the nosebleeds don’t get this, but the camera totally doesn’t do those belts justice. Those-- can we get, like, a really good cameraman in here to get a closeup of those things? Not you, Oliver. I’ve seen your work. It’s shotty. You-- you, get in there. Look at that.

Another camera enters the ring, getting a closeup shot of Cordy Stevenson’s International Heavyweight Championship, capturing every jewel on its plates, and every groove in the white leather, earning an obligatory pop from the crowd-- albeit a look of skepticism from the champ. The cameraman then moves over toward Fujiko, getting a closeup shot of the FGA World Championship, again, capturing every small groove… until Fujiko calmly pulls away, eyes drifting back toward De Luca.

Ashlyn De Luca: Oh. Alright. No need for that.

De Luca softly clears her throat and steps into the ring between the bottom-and-middle ropes. She slowly approaches Cordy and Fujiko, smile still in tact. Fujiko’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t move otherwise.

Ashlyn De Luca: Nothing against Izzy. She came out here, she fought, and she walked back without the gold but it was after something… mmm… poetic. I mean the huge, tearful hug at the end-- ohmygod. It got me. It was totally cinematic. I was basically about to cry myself, but my restraint should be admired!

Ashlyn turns solely to Cordy and her smile begins to fade.

Ashlyn De Luca: But Johnny Karma? Savannah Taylor? Sure, they fought as well as they could when they weren’t too busy giving meee attention, but after the way they carried themselves leading up to Autumn Annihilation they should be embarrassed. I told all three of you that I deserved a match for the International Heavyweight Title and I tried to make it easy, you know. I tried to work with you back in that tag match main event that everyone-- except you, Cordy-- was so eager to count me out of. But no one wanted to work with De Lucz. No one wanted to listen to me. So what did I do? I came out here in that tag match, carried Savvy to victory once again, and soundly defeated both number one contenders to the title. And still, not even a whisper about my title match.

Abruptly, Ashlyn’s light-hearted almost singsong tone disappears, giving way to a cold, dejected one.

Ashlyn De Luca: I should’ve been in that title match at Autumn Annihilation. You know. You--

De Luca’s smile fades for a moment, but she points a finger toward Cordy, smirking just slightly.

Ashlyn De Luca: You should’ve done the right thing when you saw them treating me like a goddamn stranger and made me sit out there with them. You should’ve DEMANDED that I got put in that title match.

Ashlyn speaks over the booing audience, which grows steadily louder.

Ashlyn De Luca: And if THAT didn’t work, you should’ve given me your spot. You and Johnny both should’ve excused yourselves from the situation entirely and then-- and then I would be out here, your reigning International Heavyweight Champion. But instead… you’re out here, gloating about this gross, tainted title win. I totally thought more of you. I totally thought--

Fujiko takes an aggressive step towards De Luca, a scornful look appearing on her face.

Fujiko Mine: I totally thought that you were keen on what was it? Let me check my notes...uh, “punching me in the neck”?

The crowd lets out an “ooohh…” as the FGA champion gets aggressive. Ashlyn raises her brows, visibly biting her tongue as she gazes back at Fujiko, unsure of how to proceed, Cordy steps up, placing a hand on Fujiko’s shoulder as if to hold her back.

Cordelia Stevenson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, I don’t think she’s ready for, or wants those kind of problems, chica.

Cordelia surveys the situation, momentarily thinking of just saying what the hell and letting the FGA World Champion tear into their uninvited guest. Instead she shakes her head and turns her attention towards Ashlyn. Fujiko returns to her original position, allowing Cordy to take control of the situation.

Cordelia Stevenson: If memory serves me correctly, Ashlyn… you DID have an opportunity to be in the main event at Autumn Annihilation, did you not? Because I most certainly recall you being apart of that number one contender battle royal at Flashpoint 39 if I’m not mistaken.

De Luca shakes her head, muttering under her breath, though her words aren’t picked up on mic. Cordelia circles around the ring, her fingers to her chin as if in deep thought. Finally she stops and steps forward, leaning down a bit to look Ashlyn in the eyes.

Cordelia Stevenson: And I also remember throwing you out of it.

Ashlyn De Luca: So unnecessary.

The crowd gives a loud cheer at the fond memory which brings a smile to Cordy’s face. Fujiko smirks and shrugs at Ashlyn. Cordy straightens up and shrugs.

Cordelia Stevenson: That was your golden ticket chica, and you know what? You blew it. Instead of cashing in that ticket, you had to settle for a front row one instead, but at least you got to witness a hell of a show and kick it with some amazing fans in the process. But one thing I will say Ashy -- oh yeah, that’s my nickname for you by the way -- is that I admire the hell out of your tenacity. You’re a go-getter and I respect the hell out of that. I mean, she’s got some spunk, right Fuji?

Cordy turns to Fujiko, who gives a slight roll of her eyes. Cordy just shakes her head and turns her attention back to De Luca.

Cordelia Stevenson: Granted, your approach and the highly questionable tactics that you use may be far different from the methods I would, but I can respect the differences. That’s why I knew better than to count you out during that tag match, chica. No disrespect or slight to Savannah at all, because we all know what she is capable of, but I knew that you would be the wild card, and sure enough you showed up and showed out, just as I knew you would. So don’t for one second think that you’re overlooked or that you’re not on my radar, because you are, and that in itself might prove to be the most detrimental thing for you. Just as it was in the battle royal. Because when threats get identified, well, then they get eliminated. Now as for me giving you my spot at Autumn Annihilation?

Cordelia chuckles.

Cordelia Stevenson: One thing you’ll come to know about me chica is that I don’t give away anything but warranted ass whoopings, and you’re more than free to reserve one at your convenience.

The crowd lets out a loud “ooohhhh” at the comment. Ashlyn’s eyebrows arch and she shifts her posture a bit, placing her hands at her sides.

Fujiko Mine: And if reservations aren’t really your thing, sweetie?

Fujiko tilts her head to the left.

Fujiko Mine: The Apex Goddess is more than willing to serve you one anytime you decide you want to call upon her.

The audience reaches a fever pitch and Ashlyn rubs at her eyes for a moment, shaking her head… before calmly slinking back against the ropes and taking one, smooth step out onto the apron.

Ashlyn De Luca: You know-- I see where this is going. And I would love to entertain the two of you, but uh… it’s been a long holiday. I’ve got a lot on my plate already. So as you can imagine, I need to spend all my free time prepping. I mean-- plus I’m already scheduled to beat the hell out of you two at the end of the night. So…

Ashlyn conveniently drops down from the apron after that last remark and backs up toward the ramp with a smile, ignoring the boos of Charlotte, North Carolina.

Ashlyn De Luca: Congrats again, guys!

De Luca’s smile fades and she turns her attention to Cordy… and specifically the championship in her possession.

Ashlyn De Luca: I’ll make sure I get a real close-up look later tonight.

She smirks again, tossing the mic to the floor before turning on her heel, making her way up the ramp as “Suburbia” hits once again. Cordy just slightly shakes her head, exchanging a glance with the equally unimpressed Fujiko Mine, who offers a snort of amusement. We fade to black as the champions gaze up the ramp.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 21:45:35 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 21:45:35 GMT -5

Ashley Sands is seen arriving at the Spectrum Arena in Charlotte earlier in the day. The sun still shining through the large open garage door before it closes down behind her, Sands holds the FGA 15 Championship title belt over her shoulder that she had just won at Autumn Annihilation. Bag slung over her other shoulder, she immediately takes notice of the cameraman capturing her arrival and motions for him to get close.

Ashley Sands: Good. This is exactly how to start of the day right as soon as I walk in the door.

Moving her shoulder towards the camera slightly, Sands motions with the 15 Championship belt to the camera.

Ashley Sands: This isn't just the first singles title that I've held here in FGA, my only other time as a champion was as a tag team champion, but it's the first piece of gold that I've won in quite some time. For a long time, it felt like I was spinning my wheels. Sure I had a few memorable moments with my friends and won my fair share of competitive matches. The problem was there was always that little something missing. I would get close but just when I would reach those key clutch moments, I always came up short. That's changed now. I don't know who'll be the first one to challenge for this title but I can honestly say that I'm looking forward to it. Because that's when the real show will start and if I've done anything over the years of my wrestling career, it's prove that I know how to make a spectacle.

Adjusting the bag presumable with her ring gear into a better position on her shoulder, Sands nods her head ahead of her down the hall in the direction she was heading.

Ashley Sands: And that's what tonight is about isn't it? A spectacle, a celebration of everything FGA. Eight years. I've been here for half of that. And up and down the card, fans paying to be here tonight really have a lot to look forward to. There's even a little bit of suspense with the Wildcard Lottery and I'm sure a good bit of news about the future of FGA going forward. Just standing here, I can feel myself getting all tingly just thinking about it.

Pausing for a moment, Ashley gives a smirk to the camera as she tilts her head to the side.

Ashley Sands: Speaking of which, when I took a look at tonight's planned show and where I would be competing, being in the big eight man tag team match in the main event wasn't a surprise really. I've been in that spot before. What really made me raise an eyebrow was seeing who I'll be teaming with tonight. I'm familiar with Fujiko and Nina from before but I don't think I've ever even crossed paths with Cordy.

Sands gives a slight laugh after thinking for a moment.

Ashley Sands: Six years ago when I first got into this business as a skinny little rat of a kid, she was already a big name. For so long, too long really, I made it a point to make sure anyone and everyone took notice of me so I wouldn't be in anyone's shadow. I made it about comparing myself to others that came before me. Stupid kid mistake. Years later and here we are. I'm coming into this match not staring up in awe at everyone else around but looking them in the eyes as an equal. That's the ultimate statement that I've finally arrived.

Her lips curling up with a smile, Ashley moves past the cameraman and continues walking further into the arena to her dressing room as the video fades out.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 21:53:40 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 21:53:40 GMT -5

We cut backstage where Amanda Johnson stands next to Dante Difranco and his client, Zack “The Dragon” Gall. The look on the duo’s faces is one akin to disappointment, yet a smirk appears on Difranco’s face as he’s approached by Amanda.

Amanda Johnson: Mr. Difranco; this past year didn’t go as planned for you two. Seemingly every time your client had a chance to get off the ground and running, something halted your progress. How you view this past year?

Difranco lets out a deep sigh, as Gall simply stares daggers at Johnson. Before saying anything, Difranco takes his right hand out of the pocket and scratches the back of his head. After another sigh and a look at his client he speaks.

Dante Difranco: Amanda, all great things take time to develop. As you said, this past year wasn’t as good of a year as we set out to accomplish way back when. A lot of false starts and stop and go situations didn’t help us either. But, in all, the year wasn’t a complete disaster. We kept learning, we kept improving as the year went by. Tonight another year of learning ends, but I have a suspicion that our opponent tonight doesn’t realize what she’s getting into…

Difranco put his right hand on Amanda’s shoulder as he continued speaking.

Dante Difranco: Sure, she might’ve given Ashley Sands a run for her money at Autumn Annihilation. Sure, she might be one of the best newcomers in FGA this past year; she might even take home the recognition on January 3rd… she very much deserves it. Yet, we’ve been lurking in the shadows for far too long. We’ve been learning for far too long and I believe it’s time to show the world what we’re truly capable of doing. My client is hungry for victory, Amanda… in the spirit of the holidays, my client is willing to give and take. We see tonight’s match as the perfect opportunity to showcase what the new year has in store for us in FGA… it’s just a matter of timing.

Difranco took his hand away from Amanda as he spoke.

Dante Difranco: I’m sorry for making this interview short, but I hope you understand our mood tonight is not the best for this kind of things. So I’ll leave you with this… Laura, FGA… beware the Death… By… Kick.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:00:24 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:00:24 GMT -5

Our camera operator scrambles to make his way down the hallway toward the sound of two distinct, arguing voices, nearly stumbling before approaching an open dressing room door. Hesitantly, he leans around the corner, filming the commotion. On screen, we see Savannah Taylor, arms crossed over her chest, listening to a clearly-defensive Ashlyn De Luca. Sadie San Francisco sits in a chair, slightly in the background, looking beyond annoyed.

Ashlyn De Luca: Ew, I didn’t even mean anything by it! Stop being so sensitive! I was just caught up in the heat of the moment, obviously, and NEED I REMIND YOU, it is not my fault that you lost the International Heavyweight Title. Sadie, tell her.

Sadie shrugs her shoulders.

Savannah Taylor: Well mark the date and time down. Ashlyn De Luca actually admits that something ISN’T her fault. There really IS a first time for everything.

She gives a mock clap, rolling her eyes.

Savannah Taylor: You have had your eyes on the International championship since day freaking one. Yet instead of, oh I don’t know, DOING something about it, all we have heard from you are thinly veiled insults masked as compliments and your endless bitching and moaning. Do you think I LIKE having to be here without MY International title, knowing that the only reason the current champion is holding it is because of a rampaging psychopath? Hell NO I don’t.

Ashlyn De Luca: Look, look-- if you’re so stressed out about this, I mean, clearly this is your opportunity to prove yourself, right? I mean there are gonna be two whole World Champions out there that you can pin or make tap out and… boom. You’re right back in the conversation, right? It’s just…

Savannah’s eyes narrow slightly as she crosses her arms against her chest.

Savannah Taylor: It’s just…...what?

Ashlyn rubs the back of her neck and winces at Taylor. Sadie raises a brow, silently looking between the two of them.

Ashlyn De Luca: I mean, we’re facing four champions tonight and that’s enough pressure on its own but-- like, who knows where Jimmy Page could be, right? I just know that’s a lot of pressure for you. Want to make sure you aren’t… scared.

De Luca says it with a smugness that causes the Las Vegas native to draw in a sharp breath. She lifts her left hand and reaches it out slightly, squeezing it towards Ashlyn’s neck. Yes, she is literally trying to Force choke her tag team partner.

Savannah Taylor: Now you see why I called Logan a saint for putting up with your ass? If you honestly think that I am in any way, shape or form scared of the man who is responsible for handing Cordelia MY title, then you are sadly and sorely mistaken.

Ashlyn rolls her eyes.

Ashlyn De Luca: Oh my God. I was just asking.

Savannah looks at Ashlyn almost in disbelief as she clears her throat.

Savannah Taylor: Sadie, let me first apologize for Ashlyn’s behavior. I have no issues with you and I have no issues with with Mark. In fact, I’m actually looking forward to tonight.

Sadie simply blinks, but gives Savannah an understanding nod-- far more than what she’s offered De Luca. Taylor’s gaze then turns to Ashlyn.

Savannah Taylor: As for you? Let me lay out the facts here.

Ashlyn audibly sighs, rolling her eyes, but Taylor goes on before De Luca can get a word in.

Savannah Taylor: You don’t like me. I don’t like you. This much is well established. I personally find you to be annoying, overly sarcastic and a general pain in the ass.

Ashlyn De Luca: UM, oka--

Savannah Taylor: But professionally? You are an enigma. You have ALL of the talent in the world, some of which we haven’t seen yet, but here you are stuck in neutral. You HAVE the capability and you HAVE the tools, yet you do nearly jack about it. You want to talk about ME being back in the conversation and ME needing this match more than anything tonight? Sweetheart, you need it more than I do.

Ashlyn looks back at Savannah, lips poised to retort in some way, shape, or form, but she never quite figures out how. With a shrug, Savannah goes on.

Savannah Taylor: Now personally, I would love to see Fujiko and Cordelia get their collective heads bashed in. If I had to pick someone to help me see this goal through, why not the same one who put a bullet into Old Man Logan’s head? We don’t have to like each other, but we WILL work together and we WILL walk out with the win.

She says, her gaze never leaving the woman standing in front of her. The crowd loudly boos the line about Logan Alexander, but the occupants of the dressing room either can’t hear it, or pay it no mind.

Savannah Taylor: Did you get all of that or do you want me to draw some pictures for you?

Ashlyn narrows her eyes at Taylor before huffing softly under her breath. Her lips curl into a faint smirk.

Ashlyn De Luca: I got it, you little sweet-talker.

De Luca smirks, folding her arms as she leans toward Taylor a bit.

Ashlyn De Luca: But I don’t need you to remind me how good I am. I already know we’re gonna win. I’m gonna lead us and Bisley to victory. And the only reason I didn’t invite him in here is because he’s mean.

The comment earns muffled chuckles from pockets of the audience. Ashlyn turns, pointing a finger to Sadie, holding it an inch from her nose.

Ashlyn De Luca: And you-- OW!

Sadie immediately grabs Ashlyn’s finger, wrenching it upwards. Ashlyn howls out in pain and collapses to a knee to a roar from the audience. Sadie narrows her eyes at De Luca and shoves her hand away. Ashlyn clutches her hand and pulls herself up to her feet, looking at Sadie in shock.

Ashlyn De Luca: What the hell is your pr--

Sadie San Francisco: I’ll be where I need to be. Believe me.

Sadie’s eyes narrow.

Sadie San Francisco: You don’t need to put your hand in my face.

Ashlyn takes a deep breath and shrugs, throwing her hands up.

Ashlyn De Luca: Fine. Fine. You know what-- you guys are so DIFFICULT. Oh my GOD.

De Luca walks toward the door, glaring at the camera operator, stomping her foot.

Ashlyn De Luca: Move!

The camera jiggles a bit as the camera operator moves out of Ashlyn’s way. De Luca storms off, down the corridor, not even sparing a look back to the dressing room. The camera returns to the interior where Savannah Taylor rolls her eyes at the departing De Luca and turns back toward Sadie San Francisco. Sadie slowly looks up from the floor, meeting Savannah’s gaze with a look that lingers somewhere between “cold” and “curious.” Our scene fades as the former International Heavyweight Champion and the United States Title’s number one contender lock eyes in silence.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:04:49 GMT -5

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Nicholas King vs. Fenrys

Devil's Sky plays through the PA system for a few seconds until Nicholas King walks out. He begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring while taunting the fans. Once he reaches ringside King climbs the ring steps and steps into the ring, he takes his jacket off and throws it outside the ring. He demands for a mic as one of the camera crew gives one to him.

Nicholas King: At Autumn Annihilation, I laid down an open challenge to that false Australian, Owen Gonsalves. I was going to do this on Flashpoint but tonight, tonight is FGA's anniversary. All the big names aren't going to miss being here so that means dear old Owens is likely to be here along with the other alumni. Now it's time to see if your hero will step up and answer the challenge. So start the count ref!

The referee hesitated a bit. That hesitation didn't last long when King grabbed the referee by his shirt and started threatening to hit him. The referee quickly agrees as King lets him go as the ref starts to count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

King paced back and forth as he waited for Gonsalves. The crowd began to chant "Gonsalves! Gonsalves! Gonsalves!". An irritated look was on his face.

Nicholas King: Come on Gonsalves, you don't want to disappoint your adoring fans do you?

5!

6!

7!

8!

King grew more impatient as the count was getting close to ten until he finally had enough.

Nicholas King: Come out here and fight be like a man you pathetic excuse of a wrestler!!

9!

10!

Nicholas King: Well ladies and gentlemen, since Owen Gonsalves didn't come to the ring by the count of ten, I automatically win so let the record state that Nicholas King is 1-0 against Owen Gonsalves. However, since I'm such a nice guy I'll allow dear Owen to answer my challenge again next week....if he's man enough to appear that is. Now why don't you all shut your mouths and watch Australia's greatest export beat the crap out of this jobber!

King throws the mic out of the ring as he rests in a corner as he waits for his opponent.

“Release The Hounds” captures the crowds’ attention. The theme song of The New Murder member continues to pump out of the speakers while the crowd waits with baited breath. But there’s still no sign of Fenrys. While King waits impatiently in the ring, the crowd murmurs when Fenrys begins to part is way through them. With King’s back turned to him, Fenrys is able to roll into the ring, run up from behind and drop him with a leaping reverse bulldog! King immediately clutches the back of his neck with both hands. The self-professed “King of Australia” slowly turns over to a knee, only to get quickly flattened with a Shining Wizard from The New Murder member. Fenrys makes the cover, but King kicks out at two.

Fenrys moves the action into the corner and applies a two-handed choke before sending King slumping down in the corner with mudhole stomps. He backs up towards the center of the ring, then runs forward and nearly drives the wind out of King with a double corner knees, shades of the leader of The New Murder! King is then dragged out of the corner before being covered. Once again, King kicks out at two. Fenrys looks to keep his momentum going until King quickly reverses an irish whip. He then goes to catch Fenrys off the rebound with a hip toss when Fenrys steps through it and goes for a hip toss of his own. But King blocks it. Fenrys then tries to muscle King up a second time. But once again, it’s to no avail. After doubling Fenrys over with a hard punch to the gut, King drops him down to a knee with a Switchblade Kick before hitting the far ropes, bouncing back and sending Fenrys face-first to the mat with a running enzuigiri. Instead of going for the cover, King wraps his arms around Fenrys and tries to lift him off the mat for a deadlift German Suplex. Just as Fenrys is about to be driven down to the mat, he counters with wild back elbows to the face. He then lands in front of King before hitting the far ropes. Fenrys comes back with full speed until King blasts him with a superkick, turning him inside out.

King slowly pulls Fenrys up off the mat by the ears on his mask until he hoists Fenrys up across his shoulders. Fenrys is soon brought down with a double knee gutbuster. The New Murder member bounces off the knees before rolling across the ring. Fenrys clutches his midsection while he gasps for air. He then begins to recover as he slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Before he can turn around, King runs up from behind and goes to give him a taste of his own medicine with a leaping reverse bulldog. But Fenrys is able to hang onto the ropes, causing King to slip off and hit the mat hard! King rolls towards the center of the ring while Fenrys sets up shop in the corner. He looks up and howls while King slowly gets into position. Fenrys charges out of the corner for an attack until King drives him down with a leaping double foot stomp! King then begins to run the ropes while Fenrys slowly picks himself up off the mat. King then runs forward, swings around Fenrys and throws him down with a Slingblade. Fenrys is then brought back to his feet before nearly getting his head kicked off with the Hail To The King (Wrist-lock transitioned into a short-arm bicycle high knee)! King drops down, makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Nicholas King

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:05:32 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:05:32 GMT -5

Annie Zellor: I thought it was tomorrow night we were supposed to spend with old friends…

She says as the show cuts backstage after the opening contest, to where three of the other members of The New Murder are standing together; Annie, Jaelynn, and Mary-Jane huddle around, thick as thieves, dressed ready for action later tonight. Zellor is standing in the middle, with a poster for tonight’s show hanging on the wall behind them.

Annie Zellor: ...but, like, here we are, up against the current FGA World Tag Team Champions…

Annie looks out of the corner of her eye towards Jae; the pair smirking to each other before Annie looks back at the camera to deliver the next line.

Annie Zellor: ...who knows, maybe we’ll be facing them again soon enough. Or maybe we’ll get to go after the United States tag titles.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Choices, choices…

Annie Zellor: I know right. After beating Ashley and Antoniette we’ve more than, like, earned a shot at the tag titles - I dunno if anyone can deny that! Who’s above us, Baewatch? Bristow & Barnes? The Super Mario Wrestling Bros? Nahhh, the Hellcat Spangled Death Squad have a choice to make since they, like, won the Dynamic Duos-- but those United States tag titles deserve to be around the waist of someone better than Silk & Cyanide. They deserve to be where they shoulda been ages ago. With The New Murder.

Mary-Jane nods in agreement as Annie and Jae make the belt gesture around their waists.

Mary-Jane McCracken: You two deserve those belts.

Annie Zellor: We do, we really do. But for now, we’ve got some old friends to deal with. ‘Cause-- y’know what, there’s an elephant in the room here. And I’m just-- I’m just gonna come out and say it. Look, Kazu, I’m sorry for maybe, kinda, sorta insinuating that you had anything to do with that vicious attack on Evan a few weeks ago. It looks like you had pretty much nothing to do, so...bygones?

The offer isn’t made with much conviction, and it seems to be lacking in sincerity as Annie shrugs her shoulders.

Annie Zellor: And I know we had our issues earlier in the year, but I won, so they’re behind us now. But, you really should know, it wasn’t just me who thought that, Kazu. That, uh...Ace Voltage! Yeah, he was talking smack about you to anyone who would listen. Like, you would not believe what he said about you. I heard he even said you hired Nando and Jillian to attack Evan, so yeah, you should be looking at him.

She leans over to whisper in Jae’s ear, and audibly asks.

Annie Zellor: Do you think he bought it?

But Ramsey just shakes her head, stifling a laugh as she does so. Annie pouts, grumbling under her breath as Jae looks towards the camera, readying herself to speak on the matters at hand.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Just like everyone else that ‘bought’ his claims about ‘making lots of love?’ Of course!

Jae scoffs before continuing.

Jaelynn Ramsey: It’s a shame with what happened to Evan, really. Someone remind me to send him a card later on. As for now, we need to focus on making more waves in the tag team division and why not do it now when there’s a chance to end the year with a bang? What do we gain from waiting for a new year?

Mary-Jane McCracken: Absolutely nothing.

Annie Zellor: So tonight that’s just what we’re gonna do. If Lowri thinks I’m a thorn in her side already, just wait until I’ve got a win over her! And Neal-- Mr. Somehow Got Nominated For Best High Flyer Instead Of Dom...we haven’t forgotten about you. And I haven’t forgotten about that ladder match last year! But, yeah-- I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you again, Neal. And this time it’s not gonna end like last time. This time you’re getting your butt kicked, and you’re gonna end up looking at the lights. And then, when The New Murder has beaten Pendragon, then nobody. And I mean nobody is gonna be able to deny that we’re gonna breathe a new life into the tag division in 2020. And that means one thing: new tag team champions!

With that, Annie and Jae make the belt motion around their waists before they walk away, and the show cuts elsewhere.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:10:33 GMT -5

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We zoom in and notice from the light that’s outside and the relative calm and emptiness in front of the Museum of History in Charlotte, North Carolina we’re now aware that this is pre-taped. Normally there would be some sort of line rushing in for a tour but it seems the area was rented out for the moment. And it becomes clear who is in charge of this little moment as Seth Iser walks through the doors, adorned in his three piece suit to represent professional wrestling in the way that he’s always done. But he doesn’t have the same touch of arrogance he had when he was champion. Just steely determination.

Seth Iser: The Queen City is often born to a ton of history. A lot of people do know that they got the name of Charlotte from King George’s wife who was un-creatively named...Charlotte. But what a ton of people don’t know is that the very first piece of gold that’s recorded here in the Americas was discovered in this city. It didn’t lead to some crazy gold rush like it did in California or the black gold of oil everyone recklessly kills themselves over today but gold is synonymous with the history of this city.

Seth’s eyes narrow slightly as he has his hands in his pockets and takes a couple more steps toward the camera. The blue tie is swaying in the wind but Seth’s continuing to maintain enough of an edge to his tone to be heard over the wind.

Seth Iser: I’ve spent nearly the last year, damn near all of 2019 being synonymous with gold. And the pressure and temptations that come with it. It isn’t so much when you get to my age that you get used to the perks of being the champion but it’s more the grind of doing what the sport requires both in the ring and outside of it. It’s a way of life. And since my return from injury a couple years ago, I’ve done this to the best of my ability.

Seth’s scowl is creeping onto his face as there’s some hostility starting to come in, he’s still unhappy about not being the champion but…

Seth Iser: Can you say the same, James Edwards?

He asks that piercing question.

Seth Iser: You haven’t, if you answer that question with full honesty.

There’s that shake of the head of his and there’s a look of disgust creeping onto his face.

Seth Iser: Some of the fans might have forgiven you the last time you held championship gold, part of why I have such low regard for them. I take what you did to the United States title damn seriously. And now you find yourself in a position to pursue the World Title. A position everyone wants to be at. There hasn’t been any doubt about what you can do in the ring. Madison never doubted that. Neither do I. But the word professional is still in professional wrestling. So let me ask you a couple of questions…

Iser’s eyes peer coldly into the camera.

Seth Iser: Are you truly ready for what it entails to be a champion yet? That doesn’t just mean taking every challenger in the middle of that ring and wrestling them to the best of your ability. For our line of work, that’s almost the easy part. No, that means whenever one of the interviewers, maybe someone you don’t like, comes up with a microphone...do you have the professionalism to engage because as much as the media needs to keep to their code, we have to also keep to ours and keep our obligations as professionals.

And there’s that scowl etched on Seth’s face as he’s muttering that.

Seth Iser: Are you going to be out there front and center with the championship over your shoulder with the PRIDE it deserves? Hell, be out there to the point where you and the championship you carry almost become one. Do you have that in you? Because the last time you held gold here...you dragged it around like it didn’t mean a damn thing to you. And that doesn’t just infuriate the historians and those who came before us. You pissed off friend, foe, and everything in between. And the people who have just forgiven or forgotten all of this...they’re just as complicated as you and it’s a damned insult.

The temper is starting to creep in as his face is a little red.

Seth Iser: Yes, boy insulted all of us. Anyone who carried gold like me or Marlon though it’s apparent you couldn’t give a damn about the latter since you two have never gotten along. You insulted Savannah Taylor, to Dom Harter to Izzy Anders and anyone in between with what little regard you showed for a championship. And you failed your brand, and the company with what you did because of your lack of professionalism.

There’s even more bite to his words.

Seth Iser: Though the fact that you don’t even have the professionalism to take questions from other interviewers even if you disagree or have an issue...it shows how far you still have to go in this art of being a professional wrestler.

In the backdrop of history one of the true veterans still left in the sport just crosses his arms like a stern teacher now.

Seth Iser: Before Madison decided not to renew his contract…

There’s a darkening in Seth’s face as he states that sentence briefly but he continues.

Seth Iser: Some of what he said took hold enough. You’ve found enough of a fight and enough of an opportunistic streak of sorts to get to where you’d want to go. As a wrestler...a ‘warrior’ as Chris called you, I’ll commend you there. But as much as I want to go and beat the atonement into you...there’s a professional calling that’s above a personal squabble. And it’s really simple. You won the number one contendership for that World title held by someone I absolutely loathe and is a worse professional than even you in my book.

And he just takes a couple of steps further.

Seth Iser: But I want to stake my claim for either the World or the International title. And I haven’t been on top of a company since 2013. You weren’t even wrestling professionally the last time I was a world champion, James. You think YOU are hungry? And you think YOU went through hurdles to get your opportunity? I haven’t had a rightful one on one opportunity for world gold in several years. And getting by you...that puts me in position to maybe get there.

And while he’s maintaining control of his emotions at the moment, there’s still agitation plastered on his face.

Seth Iser: But when I get my hand raised tonight...get myself in that position to represent the company, the championship, and the sport of pro wrestling the way it should be...just go home with one thought. You have a LONG way to go...before you atone for what you’ve done in my book, and in the book of a lot of people. Some of those fans might have forgiven you. Some of them still haven’t. But fan is short for fanatic and they don’t matter in the long term. You have to make it all up to the veterans, the historians, the champions, and even the young guys that are coming in after us with YOUR actions going forward. Good luck, James...just remember.

Seth scowls as he puts his hands back in his pockets and his face doesn’t have that darkness or wave of emotions anymore.

Seth Iser: People like me still hold the pen when it comes to legacies like yours after all. Choose your next actions and words, wisely. Both in the ring...and how you represent all of us outside of it. You want to be in a museum like this one behind me for the right reasons after all…

And with those parting words you see things start to go to black as Seth has concluded his speech.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:14:31 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:14:31 GMT -5

Laura Perelli vs. Zack Gall

2019 saw the FGA in-ring debuts of both Laura Perelli and Zack Gall. Perelli started off strong with an undefeated streak while Zack Gall had some inconsistent showings on both the Vertigo and Flashpoint brands. Recently, both were in position to challenge for the vacant 15 Championship. Gall lost his Title Eliminator to Ashley Sands while Perelli defeated Cassius Reed in her Title Eliminator, only to go on to lose to Sands at Autumn Annihilation. Both grapplers, who are up for Best Newcomer, are looking to end 2019 with some momentum heading into the new year.

Gall tries to cut the ring off early on and pounce on Perelli with strikes. But Perelli is able to dodge the educated feet of Gall. Gall once again closes the distance between him and Perelli. Once he gets Perelli cornered, Gall throws out an array of wild strikes. But Perelli’s able to slip out of the way of each strike. She’s even able to give Gall her trademark nonchalant shrug before quickly slipping behind him and bring him down with the Code of Silence (Saka Otoshi into a Sleeper Hold)! Dante Difranco immediately slaps the apron to gain Gall’s attention. Once their eyes lock, Difranco instructs him on how to get out of the hold. The official checks in with Gall and asks him if he wants to quit. He refuses. After battling back to a vertical base, Gall takes control of Perelli and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Perelli is able to roll over her shoulder, land on her feet and bring him down with another Code of Silence! Difranco slaps the canvas out of frustration when Perelli quickly transitions into a Front Chancery. Gall is given another chance to quit by the official. Again, he refuses. Gall then tries to get back to a vertical base. But Perelli is able to keep him held in place. She then slowly reaches over before quickly transitioning into a grounded hammerlock. Perelli continues to apply pressure to the shoulder as Gall winces with pain. Despite the pain, Gall continues to keep fighting. So Perelli gives him reason to question his decisions by delivering a a stomp to his keylocked arm!

Gall is slowly brought back to his feet, only for Perelli to send him shoulder-first to the mat with an arm wringer. Instead of going for a cover, Perelli keeps Gall’s arm pressed down to the mat before dropping rapid knees across it. She then transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar. Gall begins to howl out in pain as Perelli starts to bend and twist his fingers, further adding insult to injury. Difranco continues his words of encouragement on the outside. The referee again gets down in front of Gall and asks him if he wants to give up. Both Gall and Difranco refuse the proposition. Gall then uses his free arm to slowly pull himself across the ring and eventually make it to the ropes! Once the rope break has been initiated, Perelli reluctantly breaks the hold. Gall is then pulled back to his feet before being shot off into the ropes. Perelli catches him on the return, scoops him up and brings him down with a shoulder breaker for a two count. Gall is then placed in a seated position before being on the receiving end of a Shoulder Claw. Perelli clamps down and applies as much pressure as possible. Gall continue to howl out in pain. But he won’t give up. While Gall is right where Perelli wants him, she quickly breaks the hold before taking off into the ropes. Perelli comes back at full speed and tries to flatten him with a Sliding D. But Gall’s able to roll out of the way. With both grapplers now back to their feet, Gall doubles her over with a trio of spinning back kicks to the midsection. He gos to follow up with an irish whip, only to get it quickly reversed. When Gall comes back, he knocks Perelli down with a running roundhouse kick to the chest. A second running roundhouse returns Perelli to the mat. Gall goes for a third running roundhouse when Perelli counters with a dragon screw leg whip before quickly following up with a standing double foot stomp for a two count.

As the match continues, Perelli moves the action into the corner. She hits a trio of European Uppercuts before sending Gall into the far corner. Perelli rushes across the ring to attack when Gall knocks her back with a boot to the face. As Perelli rushes back in, Gall goes for another boot to the face. This time, Perelli catches his foot. Gall went to the well one too many times and it cost him once again. Perelli then proceeds to drag him out of the corner and towards the center of the ring. She’s got Gall set up for an attack when Gall counters with an enzuir-NO! Perelli ducks the enzuigiri attempt and hits the ropes. Gall scrambles back to his feet. But he’s quickly brought down with a running STO! Perelli pulls him back to a seated position before flattening him with a Sliding D on the second attempt! She makes the cover, but Gall gets his good shoulder up at two.

Perelli pulls Gall back up, wrenches the arm and follows up with a double knee armbreaker, sending Gall crumbling to the mat. She then heads over, pulls Gall back up and lifts him up for a Ushi Goroshi. Gall then uses his hurt arm to elbow his way out of the hold. Once he slips down from behind, he clutches the arm. Before he can follow up with an attack, Perelli beats him to the punch with a standing dropkick for another two count. After Perelli sends Gall into the corner with another irish whip, she runs across the ring and throws out a high knee. But Gall slips out of the way. Perelli then stumbles out of the corner before Gall throws her down with a half nelson suplex! Perelli rushes to get back to her feet, only to get caught with the Death By Knee (V-Trigger)! After Perelli crumbles to the mat, Gall rushes over to make the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, T-NO! Perelli gets her shoulder up. Gall pulls her into a front facelock to set up a Snap DDT when Perelli grabs his arm, spins out and counters with a forearm strike. A second forearm connects, then a third! After a kick to the midsection doubles Gall over, Perelli pulls him into a front facelock of her own to set up a brainbuster. Gall kicks his legs on the way up, forcing Perelli to lower him back down. He then grabs her wrist, spins out and cracks her with a headbutt. Another spinning back kick doubles Perelli over before Gall plants her with a jumping spike DDT! Perelli is then slowly pulled back to her feet before Gall drops her to the mat with the Death By Kick (discus roundhouse kick)! He makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Zack Gall

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:18:16 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:18:16 GMT -5

The scene opens up backstage where both members of Pendragon are sitting on some equipment boxes. They are wearing Pendragon t-shirts; Neal has on the old design, while Lowri has on the newer design. The FGA World tag team titles lay besides each of them. They are both smiling, yet reflective. They share a look before Lowri points to Neal, as if to say he has the word.

Neal Durden: A year and a day… that’s how much time has passed since we lost the FGA US Tag Team titles to Silk & Cyanide. A year and a day later we sit here as the FGA World Tag Team Champions. What a ride, wasn’t it?

There is a nod of the head from Lowri, who then speaks.

Lowri Moss: It certainly has been. Losing the United States tag titles obviously wasn’t the way either of us wanted to end last year, but as disappointed as we both felt in the immediate aftermath of that match, everything that we’ve accomplished since then in FGA has more than made up for the setback that we suffered twelve months ago at Final Frontier.

Smiling wryly, she looks across at Neal again.

Lowri Moss: After Silk & Cyanide took the US tag titles from us, Stephy Auger mockingly said that, at least we have each other. What she fails to appreciate, though, is just how important it is for each of us to have the other by our side - without each other, we wouldn’t have been able to achieve the success that we’ve had this year, both in FGA and elsewhere.

Neal scoffs a bit at that remark, before interjecting.

Neal Durden: At least one of us had success elsewhere…

He shrugs and smiles, before continuing.

Neal Durden: But, being serious, it was the fact that we had, as Stephy mockingly said… had each other, that catapulted us from being one of the best, to arguably being THE best tag team in FGA today. It was the fact that we had each other’s back that ended The Chaotics’ reign with these belts…

Neal motions to the belt beside him, as he continues.

Neal Durden: It was US having each other’s back, that made Pendragon a household name not only within the FGA ranks, but also the world. Us having each other is what ultimately led us to beat Silk & Cyanide at Autumn Annihilation. So yes, what started as a bad thing, we managed to convert into a positive thanks to us, at least, having each other.

Lowri Moss: Of course, things could potentially have turned out very differently for us, had we been separated in the draft lottery, or even the more recent, subsequent draft. Thankfully though, we weren’t. Together, we made the move to Flashpoint, and together, we…

Lowri pauses. Frowning slightly, she then looks to Neal.

Lowri Moss: Do you think it would be a bit excessive to say that we conquered the tag team division on Flashpoint?

Neal shrugs, before he speaks.

Neal Durden: Given how strong a hold The Chaotics had on the division, I’d say it’s a fair word to use.

Lowri Moss: Conquered it is then.

Lowri pauses again momentarily, before continuing.

Lowri Moss: But now, the brand split is at an end, and come the new year, Neal and I will be back on Vertigo, mixing it up with some old faces, some new faces, and some faces who if we never saw them again, it would be too soon - I’ll leave it to all of you watching to decide who fits into that last category.

She gives a wink to the camera.

Lowri Moss: In fact, I guess that brings us onto our match here tonight…

Neal face reveals a moment of illumination.

Neal Durden: Oh, you’re riiiight! Dom, Annie and Jae… the ghosts of Christmas past!

Neal shakes his head for a bit, before he continues.

Neal Durden: It seems we’re destined to do this forever, isn’t it? I don’t know what it is, but it’s every damn time at this point we have been in front of at least two of you in one capacity or the other. But I guess, this is another opportunity for us to show how much better we are than Dom Harter and Annie Zellor… even if there’s three people on each side.

Lowri lifts her right hand, raising three fingers, one by one. She repeats the action with her left hand, before glancing from one hand to the other, and giving a shrug.

Lowri Moss: Annie is still hurting - emotionally, at least - from what happened on the most recent occasion that she and I were in a ring together, last month, in Rose City. And now that the World Tag Team Champions are part of the same roster as her again here in FGA, I know that she’s already eyeing up a shot at another one of my titles. Or rather, our...

Lowri points at herself, then at Neal.

Lowri Moss: Titles. By the end of the night though, don’t be surprised if she and Jae are having second thoughts about that.

Neal extends his left hand towards the camera as he speaks.

Neal Durden: Sure, there’s all the jokes about our partner for the night. But all jokes aside, I feel Kazu is more than capable of doing his job, jet lagged or not… which, I feel, is another thing Dom and company aren’t banking on.

Lowri Moss: And given that Kazu has had his own run-ins with the members of The New Murder during the past few months, he shouldn’t be lacking in motivation either, as the three of us try to end the year on a high, by getting one over on the crows.

Neal makes a disgust gesture.

Neal Durden: Are they still calling themselves The New Murder? Like, even after Malcom Drake returned to kill it with fire?

Neal shakes his head as he continues.

Neal Durden: Nevermind that. What’s important is that the three of us are clearly after the same objective… and that’s more than what our opponents might’ve wanted.

Lowri Moss: Admittedly, Dom, Annie and Jae do have a slight advantage, in that the three of them all have plenty of experience of teaming with one another, whereas Neal and I have never previously teamed with Kazu. However, since his arrival in FGA, Kazu has more than held his own every time that he has set foot inside the ring, and so once we’re out there later, we know that we’ll be able to reply upon him when we need to, no matter what games the three crows try to play. And besides, as Neal kinda just alluded to, in Steel Warfare last March, we found ourselves teaming with some partners who we weren’t all that familiar with, and well, we all remember how that one turned out, don’t we?

A smirk crosses Lowri’s face. Neal joins her on the smirk.

Neal Durden: That’s the thing for us, as long as we have each other, it doesn’t matter who’s on our side; if we share a common goal, we can adapt and win. That’s something Dom and Annie know very well, and it’s something we want Jaelyn to understand as well. It doesn’t matter how much or how little we know our partner for the night, we will deliver.

Lowri grabs her half of the world tag team titles from by her side.

Lowri Moss: Just like we’ve delivered throughout the past twelve months, and just like we'll continue to do so in the year to come.

She then leaps off the equipment box that she has been sitting on. Neal hops off the box too.

Neal Durden: Against whoever it might be…

After that, the duo grab their respective belts and walk off as the scene fades to another part of the arena.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:21:56 GMT -5

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The camera cuts backstage. Frontier Grappling Arts interviewer, Amanda Johnson, appears on the screen.

Amanda Johnson: Good evening everyone. At this time, I’m joined by the FGA United States Champion, Nina Stokes.

The shot pans over to the right to reveal Nina standing there. She nods her head and adjusts the championship belt on her shoulder before she begins speaking.

Nina Stokes: Thanks for the intro.

Amanda carries on.

Amanda Johnson: First and foremost, I want to say congratulations on retaining your championship. You and Salem put on one heck of a show at Autumn Annihilation. Many people are saying it was the best match you two have had together.

Her comment causes Nina to raise an eyebrow.

Nina Stokes: Are they now?

Amanda Johnson: Yes. Though, many people are a bit perplexed with the lack of care and empathy that you showed near the end of the match. Would you care to speak on that, just a little bit?

Her question causes Nina to shoot her a small look.

Nina Stokes: Perplexed?

She repeats.

Nina Stokes: Isn’t wrestling a dangerous, combative sport? Hmm?

She pauses for a moment.

Nina Stokes: Salem is a grown woman; she’s also a strong-willed one at that. She took a great risk in the hopes of putting me down for the count and ending the match. That risk backfired and led to her injury. She knew the danger and ignored it. If you want a clearer picture, go send a camera crew to her house.

Amanda nods her head, though her face indicates that she might not have been expecting such a blunt answer. But before she can respond to Nina, Sadie San Francisco walks into the frame. Sadie is already dressed to compete, hair tied back into a ponytail. She smiles faintly at Amanda before her gaze settles on the champion.

Sadie San Francisco: Hm.

Her eyes rest, just briefly, on the United States Title before they return to Stokes.

Amanda Johnson: Sadie. Well-- nice of you to join us. Did you want to weigh in on the U.S. Title match between Salem and Nina Stokes? Did you have any thoughts on how that went down… how that might play into your future?

Sadie narrows her eyes a bit, drawing a small breath before she responds.

Sadie San Francisco: Salem’s a big girl. Nina already stated that. Doesn’t matter what I think. What happened is between Salem and Nina.

Though she’s responding to the interviewer, Sadie’s eyes haven’t left Nina’s.

Sadie San Francisco: Not interested in letting what happened to Salem happen to me though. Guess I should make that clear.

The audience responds with an obligatory “oooh..” as Sadie takes a calm, small step forward, adjusting her posture slightly to angle herself toward Stokes.

Sadie San Francisco: There’s only one thing I am interested in right now. And it’s that.

Sadie emphasizes this with a small nod to the belt on Nina’s shoulder. Nina doesn’t react very much; she simply gazes at Sadie.

Sadie San Francisco: I meant to come for it sooner, but… we both had unfinished business. Obviously you already handled yours with Salem. And I proved everything I wan-- needed to against Kendall.

In the slight pause that follows, the Charlotte crowd pops for the mention of the recently-departed Kingham. Sadie draws a small breath and goes on, in her same calm, low tone.

Sadie San Francisco: So there’s really nothing stopping us from doing this anymore. Tonight we’re on opposite sides of the ring, but I know how many distractions there can be in a match like this; all these moving parts. So if, for some odd reason, I don’t get a chance to make my point tonight, then…

Sadie’s eyes, one final time, lower toward the United States Title.

Sadie San Francisco: Then next time, when it’s just you, me, and that, I will. Promise you that.

Sadie ends it with the smallest twitch of her lips, nearing a smile toward the champ.

Nina Stokes: You done?

Sadie raises her hands, shrugging slightly.

Sadie San Francisco: For now.

Nina raises an eyebrow.

Nina Stokes: You know what I’ve noticed about people in FGA, Sadie? They love to act and fool and show their asses. They love to talk, and talk, and talk.

She pauses.

Nina Stokes: I’m not a big talker, not anymore. Now? I do a lot more observing.

There’s another quick pause in her speech.

Nina Stokes: Because of that, I can say the following with confidence. I know what you’re about, Sadie. I know all about how talented you are. And I can appreciate your ambitions. It’s, refreshing. And going as far as to trade in the 15 Championship? That takes some courage―

She takes a step closer to Sadie.

Nina Stokes: But after I bust your fucking head to the white meat, you’re going to realize that this was all a mistake.

Nina and Sadie stare each other down. Amanda moves out of the way, just in case some sort of fight breaks out. But one doesn’t. They simply stare. And then picture fades out.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:25:04 GMT -5

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Six Man Tag Team Match
Pendragon & Kazu Hirano vs. The New Murder

After all six participants have made their way into the ring, Kazu Hirano and Annie Zellor opt to start things off for their respective teams. Hirano looks to immediately lock horns with Zellor. But Bad Bad Annie Z steps away and pleads for him to calm down. The crowd erupts with boos when Zellor puts her hand forward for a handshake. She reiterates that she's sorry for insinuating that Hirano had something to do behind the attack on Evan Envi. But Hirano doesn’t buy a word of it. Instead, he grabs Zellor by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. Zellor quickly reverses, sending Hirano towards the ropes. When he returns, he goes for a running lariat when Zellor ducks and hits the ropes. Zellor comes back and tries for a wheelbarrow bulldog, but Hirano counters with an atomic drop. The cheers continue as Hirano goes for I Want To Hold Your Hand (ripcord lariat)! But Zellor ducks and counters with a Slingblade for a two count!

The crowd erupts with boos when Harter gets tagged in! Harter takes Hirano, moves him into the corner and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. After Hirano is whipped hard into the far corner, the Tenacious Little Bastard charges across the ring and nearly knocks the wind out of him with double running knees in the corner! Harter whips Hirano back into the previous corner and goes for another double knee strike. This time, Hirano rolls out of the way, causing Harter to crash into the corner! Hirano quickly dives over and tags Neal Durden in! Durden springboards to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks Harter down with a diving knee strike for a two count! He then goes for an irish whip. But Harter is quick to reverse. Upon his return, he slides through Harter’s legs. Harter then turns around and gets caught with a multiple knife edge chops. He then heads towards the ropes. But unbeknownst to him, Harter is right behind him! As soon as Durden’s back hits the ropes, Harter is right there to send him over the top rope and to the floor with a lariat! Zellor and Jaelynn Ramsey immediately leap to the floor, rush over and put the boots to Durden! The duo pick up Durden before throwing him hard against the guard rail with a double mat slam! Lowri Moss and Hirano quickly rush over to make the save, which causes Zellor and Ramsey to retreat around the corner. After the official motions for Moss and Hirano to return to their respective corner, Harter rolls to the outside, pulls up Durden and rams him back-first against the edge of the apron. The Tenacious Little Bastard rolls back inside, reaches out and pulls Durden up to the apron before bringing him back inside with a vertical suplex. He then heads into the corner and tags in Ramsey, who immediately scales to the top turnbuckle! The crowd boos as she leaps up and lands right across Durden with a guillotine leg drop for a two count!

Zellor gets tagged back in. After they whip Durden into the corner, Ramsey takes Zellor and whips her over into the corner. The crowd boos when she catches Durden with a yakuza kick! Ramsey then runs over and hits a yakuza kick of her own! The crowd erupts with boos when Harter steps back into the ring and starts patting his forward. The New Murder are about to whip Durden into a lariat from Harter when Moss turns him around and catches him with multiple European Uppercuts! She then turns and hits the ropes. When Moss comes back, Ramsey rushes out of the corner, scoops up Moss from the side and hits a backbreaker. She then holds Moss in place until Zellor knocks her down with a slingshot somersault senton! The crowd erupts with boos when Zellor gives them the #grrface. The capacity crowd quickly switches to cheers when Hirano knocks her down from behind with a springboard dropkick! Hirano gets back to his feet and sees Harter charging at him. The Tenacious Little Bastard throws out a running lariat when Hirano ducks. But as soon as he gets his head back up, he gets caught with a superkick from Ramsey! She then takes Hirano and whips him back over towards Harter, who turns him inside out with a discus lariat! Harter then scoops Hirano up for a Samoan Driver when Durden pulls him down from behind. When Harter turns around, he gets caught with a roundhouse kick. Ramsey rushes over to attack and gets met with a roundhouse kick, as well. With both New Murder members rocked, Durden heads towards the ropes, bounces off and knocks them both down with a handspring back elbow! Durden then rushes across the ring and executes a running hurricanrana, sending Zellor through the ropes and to the floor. Ramsey runs over to attack, only to get dumped over the top rope and to the floor. Harter goes for another discus lariat. This time, Durden ducks the blow and catches Harter with a dropkick, knocking him over the top rope and to the floor. As all thee New Murder members get up on the floor, Pendragon and Hirano take off into the far ropes. All three grapplers pick up speed as they run back across the ring before hurling themselves through the ropes and taking out Harter, Zellor and Ramsey with a triple suicide dive!

Durden rolls Harter back inside and makes the cover. But Harter gets his shoulder up at two. Tag out to Moss, who helps him throw Harter down with a double hip toss after an irish whip! Durden then heads back into the ropes. When he returns, he crashes down across Harter with a front flip senton after a hip toss from Moss. Durden rolls off as Moss makes the cover. Again, Harter gets his shoulder up at two. Tag back out to Durden. Pendragon then takes Harter and whips him hard into the far corner before Moss hits the far ropes. As Harter staggers out of the corner, Durden catches Moss off the rebound and launchers her towards Harter with an assisted dropkick! The crowd cheers when Harter gets knocked through the ropes and hits the floor. After The Tenacious Little Bastard slowly pulls himself back up, Durden heads over and goes for a slingshot hurricanrana to the floor. The crowd gasps when Harter blocks the move, leaving Durden hanging upside down. The gasps grow louder when Harter slowly lifts Durden back up, turns, heads towards the corner and delivers a modified Fuckboy Bomb MK II (powerbomb against the ring post, as opposed to the turnbuckles)! Harter then yanks up Durden and rolls him back inside. After Harter rolls himself back in, he wisely drags Durden away from the ropes and makes the cover. But Hirano is there to deliver a stomp to the back at the count of two, breaking it up.

Ramsey gets tagged back in. Durden is doubled over with multiple knee strikes to the midsection before she knocks him down to the prone position with a scissors kick. Zellor gets tagged back in before she hits Durden with a springboard diving elbow drop right across the back. She pushes him over and makes the cover. But Durden gets his shoulder up at two. As Zellor whips Durden into the ropes, the crowd erupts with boos when Ramsey cheap shots him with a knee to the back. Durden staggers away from the ropes and into a Slingblade from Zellor for another two count. Zellor then takes Durden and chokes him across the middle rope! The ref’s count reaches five, but Zellor still won’t let go! Harter then gets in the ref’s face and deliberately grabs his attention. After Zellor takes hold of Durden’s legs and holds him up with a rope-assisted wheelbarrow, Ramsey runs across the apron and connects with a running dropkick while Zellor punts him below the belt! Harter then immediately retreats back into his corner and holds the tag rope while Zellor makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Moss dives over and breaks up the pin!

Zellor then takes Durden and whips him into the corner. She runs over, hops on Durden and throws him out of the corner with a monkey flip. Durden arches his back and howls in pain after landing hard on the mat. While Durden is still down, Zellor heads out to the apron and starts to wave him up. Once Durden is finally back to his feet, Zellor goes for a springboard crossbody block… and gets countered with a dropkick in mid air! The crowd cheers while Zellor is curled up on the mat. Both Hirano and Moss are dying for a tag! Meanwhile, Harter and Ramsey are waving Zellor towards them! Durden tries to slowly pull himself across the mat. A quick camera cut shows Zellor slowly rolling over towards The New Murder corner. The crowd erupts with boos when Ramsey gets tagged back in. Ramsey then runs over and puts the boots to Durden’s back. She then quickly rushes over and shoves Hirano, then Moss off the apron! Ramsey marches back over and stomps away on Durden before pulling him up by the hair. She goes for a short-arm clothesline when Durden ducks and and hits the far ropes. Ramsey goes to catch him off the rebound with a superkick when Durden catches her foot. He swings the leg away from him and then brings Ramsey down with a schoolboy transitioned into a powerbomb! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Harter yanks Durden off of Ramsey before whipping him into the ropes. The Tenacious Little Bastard goes to catch Durden off the rebound with the Fuckboi Bomb MK I (pop-up powerbomb) when Durden counters with a dropkick to the face on the way up! He then rolls forward, dives over and tags Moss back in!

The crowd is at a fever pitch when Moss scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks Harter down with a moonsault! Moss turns around, mounts herself on top of Harter and rains down right hands to the face until Ramsey catches her with a superkick to the back of the head! The boos continue as Ramsey puts the boots to Moss. Ramsey pulls Moss back to her feet and goes for a short-arm clothesline, only to get countered with a crucifix driver! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Ramsey kicks out! Moss takes Ramsey, brings her down with an Inverted DDT and then pulls her up to a knee before hitting the ropes. The cheers continue when Moss comes back and flattens Ramsey with a Shining Wizard! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Moss sets up for an irish whip when Ramsey reverses, sending Moss into the corner. Ramsey rushes in to attack when Moss counters with a European Uppercut. She then turns away from Ramsey before knocking her down with a Sling of Heaven (springboard enzuigiri)! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Ramsey gets her shoulder up. Moss takes Ramsey and brings her down with the Severn Bridge (Tiger Suplex transitioned into a bridging double chickenwing)! The crowd erupts with cheers at the sight of Ramsey in the submission. The capacity crowd is chanting for Ramsey to tap until Harter yanks Moss off of her. The boos resume when Harter delivers repeated kicks to the back as he slowly turns Moss over into a single leg crab.

Harter keeps the hold applied as Hirano steps back into the ring. He looks across the ring and sees Zellor getting back in. So he runs over to cut her off when Zellor counters with a drop toe hold across the middle rope. She then hits the far ropes, returns and goes for the Rough ‘n’ Tumble (tiger feint kick) when Hirano ducks and catches her across his shoulders. Durden then rolls back into the ring, grabs a hold Harter and pulls him off of Moss before lifting him up across his shoulders. The crowd cheers while Durden and Hirano give the Tenacious Wrecking Crew airplane spins. Durden sets Harter down and follows up with an Olympic Slam while Hirano brings Zellor down with the Magical Mystery Tour #1 (Airplane Spin into a Death Valley Driver)! Across the ring, Ramsey throws out a scissors kick to Moss when Moss slips out of the way, places her in an inverted front facelock and then brings her down with the Nos Da (Rolling Cutter)! Moss makes the cover and for the ONE, TWO, THRE-NO! The crowd erupts with boos when Mary Jane McCracken gets on the apron and captures th eref’s attention. Moss has had enough. So she gets up, runs across the ring and takes a swipe at her. McCracken wisely hops back down to the floor at the last minute. Moss continues to argue with McCracken while Harter gets in, grabs Zellor, drags her back across the ring, steps back to the apron and tags himself in. The Tenacious Little Bastard rushes back over, takes control of Moss’ back and pulls her away from the ropes before throwing out Mors Proditoris (Rainmaker)! NO! Moss ducks and hits the far ropes, where Durden makes the blind tag. Harter tries to catch Moss off the rebound, but she’s able to slide through his legs. Harter turns around to face Moss when she catches him with a Scorpion Kick. Harter gets knocked back towards Durden, who takes control of his back and rocks him with a ripcord knee strike. The cheers continue when Durden takes Harter, lifts him up and dumps him on the back of his neck with the Strike Back (Vertebreaker)! He goes for the cover while Moss and Hirano hold back Zellor and Ramsey. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Winners: Pendragon and Kazu Hirano

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:28:47 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:28:47 GMT -5

The camera fades into the backstage area where we see Amanda Johnson standing with her guest, on the side Ace Voltage.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Ace Voltage.

We get the full view of Ace standing next to Amanda. He is in his wrestling tights with a white t-shirt and jacket on. He has a cocky smile on his face with his newly won championship around his waist.

Ace Voltage: Hey cameraman, get a nice shot of the most prestigious title in FGA, would ya?

The camera zooms into the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title around Ace’s waist.

Ace Voltage: That’s better.

Amanda Johnson: So Ace, your first Pay Per View match since winning the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title, how are you feeling going into this match with Tyler Storm?

Ace Voltage: Well do you want a real answer or do you want me to lie to you? I could lie and tell you how great of a competitor Storm is and how I’ll have my hands full. But, the real answer?

Ace pats the title around his waist.

Ace Voltage: I am the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion baby. I’m not scared of anyone here and I don’t consider anybody a threat. Nobody can touch me in that ring. Tyler Storm will just be another victim to Ace Voltage.

Amanda Johnson: Speaking of that, Ace. You have yet to lose a match here in FGA. How does that affect your confidence in the ring and your game plan?

Ace laughs at the question.

Ace Voltage: My confidence? Amanda, hunny, don’t you know by now that I ooze with confidence? You can call it arrogance, the disgusting fans can call it cockiness, but it’s only cockiness and arrogance if it can’t be backed up. I haven’t lost yet and I have backed up everything I said I would do. I said I would defeat Zola Star. I said I would defeat Piper Lennon and next up is Tyler Storm. They don’t give titles to anyone Amanda, I earned this. As for my game plan? Simple. Don’t lose.

Ace chuckles to himself.

Ace Voltage: So, Tyler Storm prepare to….

Just then, a familiar face of FGA's past comes into view and the fans in attendance begin to buzz, as we see Chaz Holiday now standing on the opposite side of Ace.

Chaz Holiday: I don't mean to be rude… but I couldn't help but hear what you were saying. And I'm sure, the question is WHY was I even around to hear it, to begin with?! Well, it's simple. I've got "the itch." The one you always hear about, when it comes to wrestlers who have been away from the ring in a while. Which led to me having a discussion with FGA management. Which then led to me being here, tonight! And just let me say, it feels A-MA-ZING to be back! I've had a lot of good memories here. And a lot of them include holding that title, there…

Holiday pointed at the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship that was in Ace's possession.

Chaz Holiday: I held that championship twice in my tenure, here. And, well… Despite the fact that I'm not looking at a full-blown return to wrestling… I would love an opportunity to hold that title one more time.

Ace looks up at Chaz with a confused look on his face. He turns to Amanda first.

Ace Voltage: Thanks babe, but I can take it from here.

Amanda walks out of the camera shot with an annoyed look on her face.

Ace Voltage: So… who exactly are you again?

We hear some chants of “Chaz” from the audience.

Ace Voltage: Chaz, is it?

Chaz nods with a big smile on his face.

Ace Voltage: Well Mr. Chaz, who the hell do you think you are, mate? Walking into MY interview and interrupting the greatest Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion?

Now we hear some boos from the crowd.

Ace Voltage: I don’t care about your past here, Chaz. I don't care how many titles you have won. I don’t care if the fans love you. Who cares about the fans anyway?

The boos grow louder now.

Ace Voltage: You think you can just walk into FGA after being gone for years and just get a title shot? Do you know where you are right now? I earned this championship all by myself, fair and square. I am undefeated. Never lost. There’s a reason FGA management thought I deserved an opportunity at this title and I proved them right. You can’t just walk in here and think you’re getting a title shot, do you? Are you that stupid? You don’t get special privileges just because you held this beautiful title before. Get to the back of the line, peasant.

Chaz Holiday: Believe it or not, Acey Boy, I do agree with you on one thing you said there. I can't just walk in here, after being gone for over four years and get a title shot. I've never been the type to desire things handed to him. I don't expect or want that. What I do want is a chance to EARN a shot at that championship. So what do you say?

We hear a buzz from the fans as they hope to hear Ace give Chaz a chance to earn a title shot. Ace rolls his eyes.

Ace Voltage: As I said before, get to the back of the line.

Ace laughs and mutters a sarcastic “good luck.” He walks past Chaz and down to the hall. The camera fades out with Chaz giving the camera a disappointed look.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:31:39 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:31:39 GMT -5

Returning backstage, and standing ready in view is Spencer Burke in front of an FGA banner backstage.

Spencer Burke: Coming up in just a little bit, to go along with all the other big matches happening on tonight's Anniversary Show, we have a huge confrontation between two of FGA's newest gold hoisters! One of those competitors joins me now, the new Pride Champion, Tyler Storm!

With the introduction out of the way, Storm walks in from the left with the shining championship hoisted over his right shoulder. He shakes hands with Spencer and nods to him, then turns forward with a trademark large smile plastered onto his face.

Tyler Storm: Happiest of hellos to you Spencer, and to the FGA fans! Hope you are all having an amazing holiday season.

Spencer Burke: And the same to you, Tyler. And we have a lot to talk to you about that I'm sure we won't be able to fully fit in tonight, but first off I just want to say congratulations on the monumental victory you got over Seth Iser at Above & Beyond. I have to ask, what was it like finally getting over the hump here and earning your first bit of gold on this side of the pro wrestling sphere?

Tyler looks down and over to the title, glancing over the nameplate with his name etched in between the screws, and his grin softens, but still glows through his emotional speech.

Tyler Storm: Like a huge weight was lifted, that's exactly how it feels. This was one of the #1 goals I had when I arrived in FGA not too long following my return to competition, when I was chosen for the Vertigo brand, when I first gazed upon this beautiful piece of hardware, seeing the legacy it had with those that held it before me. I knew it was the best step towards being a household name here and now that I've finally gotten to this platform, the sky is the limit for this 27 year old son of a gun.

Spencer Burke: It was an accomplishment that not only were you happy to see, but many in the back here and all those that follow FGA around the world. Now anyone aware of your work, Tyler, knows this has been far from the only thing you've managed to obtain in 2019. To cap off the year with as much as you've been able to succeed, how does that motivate you heading into 2020?

Tyler Storm: Well, for starters, it means I've set a pretty damn high bar for myself.

Storm laughs to himself and rolls his eyes.

Tyler Storm: I just don't like making it easy, but hey, that's how I've enjoyed living in this crazy industry. But seriously, 2019 has been an amazing blessing of a year for my personal and professional life. I'm ending this year having captured a couple of pretty awesome titles, one that came with an extra perk after I successfully defended it a few times out in Aussieland, I got to challenge for a world title this year, I got wins over some of the best quality opponents this company and others I am in have to offer, I became someone respected and I fully did what I set out to do this year. Personally, I've seen my family grow, I'm with a beautiful lady who I'm gonna be happy to spend the new year and new decade with, I've gotten over more physical humps through my recovery from my previous injury. 2019 was more than what it should have been and I have to thank every friend, loved one, fan, acquaintance, and even enemy for their motivation they instilled in me to make this one of the best years of my young life. And 2020, I don't plan for any slump and I can promise you all watching, you will have no reason to tune away from this story. Now that I'm smelling the gold, seeing what my work is putting in, I'm not stopping and I will keep grinding to the top of this damn place! I know that those who have earned this title have also earned themselves some fast tracks to get to the highest mountains here in FGA. Just as the title says...it is a matter of Pride for me now to keep going and become bigger and better in 2020.

Spencer Burke: And of course before you get to 2020, you've got one more hurdle to get over here tonight as you get a one-on-one matchup with another new champion from Above & Beyond, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champ Ace Voltage. How are things for you gonna look tonight?

Tyler looks up in the air and nods to himself a few moments, then looks back to Spencer and shrugs his shoulders, the grin brightening back up.

Tyler Storm: I won't have much of a style change tonight, and I think that probably is the best thing that will help me against someone like Ace. He has shown a strange adaptability in the ring just like I have, so throwing several new things at him isn't really what I'm gonna be looking to do, but of course I'll do those things if I need to tonight. I respect Ace because he was smart with how he won over Piper, and Piper is not an easy person to just gameplan against with no problems. And love or hate the guy, he's earned a perfect record here and he will bring me a war tonight if I have any intention of ending that run this evening. But I'm bringing a next level Tyler Storm tonight, surely he understands that. Just like him, with the gold now on my shoulder, or around my waist if I decide to wear it there, I have something to fight for. I've got motivation to go into 2020 as the better champion, just as I expect him to have. Two dogs with different styles tonight fighting for the same cause, and I love that kind of fight Spence.

Tyler grasps onto the Pride Championship with his hand and lifts it up, nodding forward to the camera, and lets the confidence radiate from his eyes.

Tyler Storm: I plan on making sure Pride and honor lead FGA into the new decade. Nothing personal Ace, and I wish you best of luck man, even though I know you don't need it. Show me that the Voltage doesn't come after the Storm, and I'll just try to keep it status quo. Let the best damn fans in the land here tonight Witness that.

He lifts the championship back to his shoulder, pats Spencer on the back which makes the interviewer jump, then walks off to the right as the scene fades.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:36:32 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:36:32 GMT -5

As the scene shifts to another part of the arena, we see a familiar sight, that being the always beautiful and smiling face of popular backstage interviewer Amanda Johnson. She stands in front of the familiar FGA red lion logo, a microphone clasped in her right hand and a stack of notecards in her left hand. She waits a few seconds before clearing her throat.

Amanda Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, she is the former FGA International Heavyweight champion...Savannah Taylor.

Amanda turns as the figure of Savannah Taylor slowly walks into frame. Dressed in her ring attire, she has her arms folded across her face, her ice blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Amanda Johnson: Savannah, at Autumn Annihilation, you came up just short of making another successful defense of the International Heavyweight championship. But as the night came to a close, we saw the crowning of a new champion in Cordelia Stevenson.

Savannah draws in a sharp breath as she rubs the back of her neck.

Savannah Taylor: The Cinderella story was completed, wasn’t it? Everyone’s favorite person had the comeback story for the ages and got a measure of revenge against someone who was responsible for putting her on the shelf. This is the point in the narrative where I am supposed to be the bigger person and offer my congratulations and join the never ending parade of people lining up to kiss her ass.

She shakes her head, no trace of amusement evident on her face.

Savannah Taylor: As if. Everyone has been so quick to dismiss me and what I did with the International championship over the summer. Hell, the current champion herself was OH SO quick to dismiss me and even downplay me, saying I didn’t have the heart to keep the championship. What she is more than likely going to dismiss is the fact that I am owed a rematch. I am owed the chance to get MY title back. But since I am such a benevolent person, I am going to spare Cordelia for the moment and instead focus on the REAL reason why she is walking around as champion…...Jimmy Page.

Amanda Johnson: Speaking of Jimmy, it must have been quite a surprise to you when he made his return with you apparently in his crosshairs.

Her eyes narrowed as she presses her tongue against her cheek.

Savannah Taylor: You know, I thought I did what no one else could do. I thought that what I did to Jimmy Page was enough of a statement that would put my name with the elite of the elite here in FGA. Apparently I didn’t do a good enough job because the bastard is walking free. Not only that, but he is the one responsible for me not having the International title with me right now.

She turns her head so she is looking straight into the camera.

Savannah Taylor: You made a huge mistake by coming back, Jimmy. You should have done everyone a favor and just stayed away. Everything was much better and safer with you gone. But now, you’ve walked right back into Hell. Not only that, but the front office welcomed you back with open arms. FGA should have asked you to stay away. They should have kept you away….but they didn’t.

She glances back at Amanda.

Savannah Taylor: I want you to deliver a message for me, Amanda. You tell the higher ups that because of their willingness to let Jimmy Page back into the fold that whatever happens next…..it is all on them.

With that, Savannah turns on her heel and walks off, leaving Amanda standing there as the scene switches elsewhere.

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Eight Year Anniversary Show Jan 10, 2020 22:38:59 GMT -5

Post by FGA Office on Jan 10, 2020 22:38:59 GMT -5

Marlon Cure vs. Cassius Reed

The 2018 Rey del Aire charges forward at the 2018 Best High Flyer winner, only to get taken down with a japanese arm drag. Reed gets returned to the mat with a second japanese arm drag before being shot off into the far ropes. When Reed returns, he brings Cure down with a wheelbarrow arm drag. The Funky Dragon then rushes forward and executes a running hurricanrana, sending Cure through the ropes and to the floor. Cure picks himself up on the outside as Reed takes off into the far ropes. As Reed comes back, Cure leaps up to the top rope before knocking Reed off his feet with a springboard diving side kick! Cure arrogantly brushes off his shoulder before moving the action into the corner. Reed finds himself on the receiving end of multiple knife edge chops before being whipped into the far corner. King Cure rushes back across the ring to attack when Cure catches him with a back elbow to the face. Reed turns to face the turnbuckles before bringing Cure down with a springboard off the middle ropes into a reverse DDT for a two count.

Reed drops to a knee after whipping Cure hard into the corner. King Cure crashes sternum-first into the corner before stumbling back towards Reed, who goes for a belly to back suplex. But Cure’s able to roll over his shoulder, land on his feet and double Reed over with a savate kick to the back of the head. Cure then hits the far ropes, returns and brings Reed down with a Throwback for a two count. Cure then sends Reed back into the corner with another high whip. He goes to follow up with a yakuza kick in the corner when Reed gets his hands up and catches his foot. He then shoves Cure down to the mat. After Cure rolls backwards on the mat, Reed runs out of the corner before bringing him down with What Da Funk? (handstand handspring headscissors takedown)! The Funky Dragon then hits the far ropes, returns and socks Cure with a discus punch that staggers the 2019 Gold Rush Rumble winner. Cure is still rocked as Reed heads back into the ropes. When he returns, he sees Cure down to the mat hard with SWEET CHRISTMAS! (rolling sunset flip powerbomb)! The ref slides into place for the count. ONE! TWO! Cure gets his shoulder up.

Cure gets brought down with a neckbreaker before Reed hits the ropes. Reed drops a trio of running leg drops across Cure before making the cover. ONE! TWO! Cure gets his shoulder up. Reed brings Cure down with a snap suplex before heading out the apron. The Iron King scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off for a diving leg drop and misses when Cure rolls out of the way! Reed slowly turns over to a knee and gets caught with a savate kick from Cure. King Cure catches Reed with a second savate kick, then a third that knocks him back down! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Cure whips Reed into the far ropes before bouncing against the near ropes. He soars across the ring as he knocks reed down with a flying forearm bash. A second flying forearm bash returns Reed to the mat. After a Shining Wizard knocks Reed back down, Cure hits the ropes, returns and connects with a cartwheel corkscrew 450° splash! He hooks the leg. ONE! TW! T-NO! Reed gets the shoulder up. Cure steps out to the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle and remains crouched down as he patiently waits for Reed. When the Funky Dragon is finally back to his feet, Cure stands up and flips off for a Dragonrana, only for Reed to counter with a sitout powerbomb! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Cure gets his shoulder up.

Reed brings Cure down with a bridging northern lights suplex. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Cure gets his shoulder up. Cure then escapes another belly to back attempt before countering with a ripcord slingblade! Reed is then shot off into the ropes before being caught off the rebound with a running Spanish Fly! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Reed is then shot back off into the ropes before being spiked with a Frankensteiner. Cure pulls him back up before bringing him back down with the Run N Gun (Michinoku Driver II)! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Reed gets his shoulder up. Reed gets dumped on the back of his neck with a small package driver! ONE! TWO! THR-NO! Reed kicks out. Cure then blasts him with the Coming of Age (double wristlock knee strike to a kneeling opening) before heading back out to the apron. King Cure goes for No Ceilings v2 (springboard corkscrew senton bomb) and misses when Reed rolls out of the way! Reed then brings Cure down with an inverted headlock backbreaker, delivers Funky Knee, Funky Do (standing moonsault double knee drop) before following up with Plan C (split-legged corkscrew moonsault) for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Winner: Cassius Reed