A moment or two passes before the picture comes to life. The first thing that the audience notices is the ravaged state of Nina Stokes. Everything is askew. The next notable thing is the look on Nina’s face. Given some of the events on the show, one might expect a bit of rage to be plastered on her face. But that’s not the case. In fact, the young woman appears to be even more calm than usual.
The last thing of note is the Frontier Grappling Arts United State Championship. It’s not resting on her arm or fastened to her waist. Alas, it’s fixated between the cold floor and the bottom of her right boot.
Nina Stokes: Cassius Reed―
The presence of her voice forces the camera to tilt upwards and zoom in on her face.
Nina Stokes: I should be standing here and praising our match to the high heavens. However, there are a few pressing matters that I need to attend to.
There’s a pause.
Nina Stokes: Therefore, I will simply say thank you. Thank you for stepping into the ring with me. And thank you for bringing the fight that you did. When the time is right, I’m sure we will do it.
Nina Stokes: Now, let’s get down to business…
Nina folds her arms across her chest.
Nina Stokes: Sadie San Francisco. It should come as no secret by now, but I hate people like you. People who lie to themselves. People who cheat to hide their insecurities. People who intend to deceive the masses. Historically, those have always been the worst type of people. The scum of the earth―
Nina Stokes: And that’s why it’s given me great joy to expose you to the world, Sadie. I knew from our first interaction that you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I knew that you were a rat bastard, not an honorable champion. All it took as a little tinkering to get you to sing like a canary. Which, honestly? Is a little on your part.
A tiny smirk comes to her face.
Nina Stokes: Though, it’s funny. I never thought I’d break you. But your little attack tonight has proved otherwise. I guess a woman doesn’t know the power of her own strength.
Nina Stokes: Here’s the deal, Sadie. I’m going to fight you at All-Star Showdown IX. And yes, the FGA United States will be on the line. But for you, Sadie? The belt should be the least importing thing on your mind. Your pride is on the line. Your life's on the line. And I’ll be holding both of them in my hand at the end of the night.
Three seconds pass.
Nina Stokes: But I can promise you Sadie, the fun won’t end there. I’ve got powerful friends in this promotion, but unlike you, I’m not going to ask them to help me with my dirty work. I like getting into the muck and grime. You are going to witness Jaelynn getting her head split wide open. You’re going to watch Jillian get decimated. And you won’t have the power to stop it.
Nina snaps her fingers.
Nina Stokes: But what will be even more damning is that fact you will be fully responsible for it all. You’re going to have to look into the shattered faces of your comrades and say “I’m sorry for getting you into all this.” Because that’s the piece of sh*t you are now, Sadie.
A small chuckle can be heard as the camera begins to fade out.
Post by bbbaseball96 on Jan 1, 2021 18:53:04 GMT -5
This was filmed several minutes after the Main Event of Vertigo E82.
The camera fades into the locker room. We see Ace Voltage sitting at his locker with his Mid-Atlantic Legacy title on the floor next to him. A little tired and beaten up from his match against Fujiko Mine, he still has the energy to speak his mind.
Ace Voltage: Attention? Is that all Fujiko thinks I want from her? Fro everyone around her? Honey, that ain’t it. I want, I deserve respect from everyone around here. When a blue chipper like myself comes into this company and dominates the competition, he deserves respect. I didn’t become a champion here by accident.
He looks down at his title.
Ace Voltage: To be honest, I think Fujiko is relieved she won by disqualification tonight. Because I had her right where I wanted her. But if there is a next time, she will not be so lucky. She’ll eat a boot to the face and realize why I am the best around here. I should be nominated for wrestler of the year. I deserve it! I have put this company on my back this last year. Solidifying myself as the standard in FGA, solidifying myself as the GREATEST Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion in FGA history! Nobody has competed at a higher level than me this year!
Ace laughs to himself as he great his title and slings it over his shoulder.
Ace Voltage: Now, speaking of the Mid-Atlantic Legacy championship, my beauty…
He kisses his title.
Ace Voltage: Mighty Sparrow. If that is your real name. You get a chance at history at All-Star Showdown. You get a chance to prove to everyone that you truly belong here. That winning that elimination chase was no fluke. I’m sure Laura can agree with me that it was a fluke. Sparrow, you don’t strike me as someone who I should be worried about. But, will I take you lightly? Of course not. But, here is what I will do.
Ace places his title back on the ground as he stands up looking at the camera.
Ace Voltage: I appreciate what you are trying to do. I appreciate winners. And if you somehow pull out a miracle at All-Star Showdown and beat me? I will be a man and shake your hand in the middle of the ring. Because I appreciate winners and greatness. What I can’t appreciate are losers. Losers and second chances. Sparrow has been deemed worthy enough to challenge for my beauty. But now? We have a “second chance” triple threat?
Ace spits on the ground in disgust.
Ace Voltage: Three losers. Three people who get a second chance at the most previous title in this company. Disgusting. But, no matter who wins that match, once I defeat Mighty Sparrow, you can bet your ass I will defeat the winner of the “losers” as well.
Ace smirks at the camera as he grabs one of his T-shirts from his locker.
Ace Voltage: See you losers at All-Star Showdown.
Ace throws his T-shirt at the camera and it fades to black.
Post by Ashley Marie Chase on Jan 5, 2021 23:34:19 GMT -5
Backstage in front of the trainers room we hear Antoinette screaming in pain and yelling that her eyes are burning and that she can not see. A few moments later AMC barges out of the room and tosses her FGA 15 championship on a table before she punches a wall screaming
AMC: SON OF A BITCH!!!!!
Ashley Sands walks out of the room obviously pissed off as well but she is doing a better job containing her anger than AMC is. She looks at AMC who is shaking the pain out of her fist
Ashley Sands: Ashley……
AMC starts pacing the hall
AMC: THOSE BITCHES ARE GOING TO PAY!! I WILL FIND SADIE AND HER BITCH AND RIP OUT THERE SPLEENS AND FEED IT BACK TO THEM! THEY WILL SUFFER I SWEAR IT!!
AMC is about to punch the wall again but Ashley Sands grabs her arm. She pins AMC against the wall trying to get her to stop, the look on her face bordering between rage and pain.
Ashley Sands: HOW DO YOU I FEEL?! YOU’RE NOT THE ONE THAT HAS TO GO HOME TO HER BROTHER!
Ashley backs off and moves away from the wall, fists still clenched tight.
Ashley Sands: She might as well be my own sister. The fact that those two aren’t breathing through respirators right now PISSES ME OFF!!! But nothing either of us can do right now can change that!
She takes a few agitated steps around the room, pointing at AMC.
Ashley Sands: But you know what… if you really want to hit something, make it something soft and fleshy like their skank ass faces!
AMC gets a smirk on her face
AMC: Now there is the Sully I love, The Sully that was the best Bloodlust champion in all of HKW. I like that idea so lets do it.
AMC picks her FGA 15 title up and places it on her shoulder and then grabs two chairs
AMC: Let’s go find those two bitches and hit them in the face until as you said they are all soft and squishy.
Ashley’s face seems to harden and reaches out a hand on one of the chairs as Chase moves towards the door but does not take it.
Ashley Sands: Not yet. I’m not getting arrested because of those two. And Ant’s going to need us right now. Believe me, I’ve got some crazy ass family up in Boston and could go there if I really wanted. But this is personal and we’re going to handle it when the time’s right.
Chase looks to nod her head when a phone starts ringing and Ashley reaches into her bag.
Ashley Sands: Ang. Probably losing it right now. We better get changed and get to Ant.
Ashley answers the phone, looking away as she talks to her husband while the scene fades out