Vertigo (05.13.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!


Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel


Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Santa Ana Star Center
Rio Rancho, NM

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF

The opening chords of ‘Low Self Opinion’ sound out throughout the Santa Ana Star Center as ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He’s obviously not dressed to wrestle, since he doesn’t have a match tonight, so he’s chosen to wear one of his own shirts from Irish Whip Clothing (available at the merchandise stands) and a pair of jeans. He throws his right arm up into the air – the left is still in a brace after an attack on a recent HKW show, but that’s concealed under the t-shirt.

Kris Cruise: Looks like we’re being joined by Dom Harter. What do you think he has to say, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: He’s probably here to suck up to these New Mexico fans; he’s got to try and boost that self esteem, Cruise. Although it doesn’t sound like that’s going to work here.

The smattering of boos is enough to cause Harter to stop in his tracks and make a cut throat gesture. The music dies down suddenly as Dom heads backstage. The fans fall silent in confusion.

Kris Cruise: What just happened?

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF

The opening chords of ‘Low Self Opinion’ sound out throughout the Santa Ana Star Center – again – as ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. Again. He throws his arm up into the air, and this time the crowd cheer him as Dom continues on his way down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans on his right as he goes.

Stephy Auger: Wow, that was something.

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter will do as Dom Harter does, Stephy.

The Grand Slam winner steps in through the middle ropes before he’s handed a microphone by J.A. Aldridge. The music dies down again, as do the crowd’s cheers as a smirking Dom Harter stands in the center of the ring. He looks towards the hard camera as he raises the mic to his lips, the crooked grin staying on his face for a few moments before he decides to finally speak.

Dom Harter: Hello, Rio Rancho!

The cheap pop has the desired effect, and Harter has to wait a few moments for the raucous New Mexico fans to calm down.

Dom Harter: I’ll let you get on and enjoy the show soon enough, I promise. But I’d like to take a moment to address some inaccuracies that are being floated around regarding me. And to combat some of the have aspersions that have been cast in my direction. Specifically those by none other than Jimmy Page.

There’s a mixed reaction at the mention of the name of the former World champion, and Harter simply shrugs as he looks around the arena, before finally returning his gaze to the hard camera again.

Dom Harter: Some Jimmy Page fans in the arena. You see, it wasn’t enough for Jimmy Page to rudely interrupt me two weeks ago. No. I offered to help him turn over a new leaf as he seems so desperate to do, yet he continues to go back on his word. He continues to carry on down the unknown path heading towards disaster, but he won’t let me help him. He won’t let me stand in his corner tonight to offer moral support against Molly Reid, instead he told me … well, the censors would be on my ass if I told you what he said…

Harter gives the Italian salute before shaking his head, just to make sure the crowd knows he disapproves of Jimmy’s choice words. The crowd calm down after a moment of booing, and Harter continues.

Dom Harter: But maybe he’s right about something–

Stephy Auger: Dom Harter admitting he’s wrong? Have we entered the Twilight Zone?

Dom Harter: –maybe I didn’t take any time to reflect on myself. For some good old fashioned introspection before I decided to turn over this new leaf. Maybe – just maybe! – I didn’t spend six months at the start of last year sitting at home mulling over my past, thinking about my career, my mistakes, my actions. Because God knows I didn’t make this decision, this choice to change myself for the better in order to prevent the mistakes of the past from being repeated!

His voice is raised slightly towards the end of the sentence; Harter passes the microphone from his right hand to his left so he can run his free hand through his hair. With a heavy sigh, Dom sighs and shakes his head again.

Dom Harter: But I’m the one who’s too self absorbed, right?

Kris Cruise: He’s said it countless times now–

Stephy Auger: He’s turned over a new leaf, we’ve all heard him, Cruise. But what evidence is there to support that, really?

Dom Harter: For eleven months now – eleven long months – I have walked this new path. From All Star Showdown last year where I won clean; when Annie Zellor tried to cheat me out of my place in the Frontier Lions Cup; when Ryan LeCavalier tried to demonize me for my harsh words towards her worthless ass self; when I beat Cannon and Carmine; when I main evented Final Frontier and beat The Usual Suspects; when I endured the dirty tactics and backstage assaults of the Small Boob Wrecking Crew before I took that Mid-Atlantic Legacy title from the hands of Bad Bad Annie Z; when I got screwed out of that same title by AMIRA; until now, when I stand in front of you all, I have done all that without taking shortcuts. Without sneak attacking people backstage. Without cheating. So I could show the future generations that it can be done. That you don’t have to copy what everyone else does just to get ahead, that you don’t have to go through the same boring motions, spout the same cliché lines, and just repeat themselves over and over again … and that makes me a bad guy?

The crowd starts a “We Love Harter, We Do!” chant, and Dom acknowledges this by blowing his ‘adoring’ fans a kiss.

Kris Cruise: I think that’s the evidence you were asking for, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Circumstantial at best…

The fans quiet down again as Dom paces around the ring, looking around before settling his gaze down the aisle. He tries to gesture towards the backstage area, but struggles to lift his left arm all the way up.

Dom Harter: I think it was Abraham Lincoln who said it best: You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time. And Jimmy Page is living proof of that. You see, no matter what I do, no matter what I say, it’ll never be good enough for him. And he’s not alone. There are those who’ll judge me for my past despite my apologies, despite my reparations. And the cherry on top is that the people who say this without a trace of irony, they’re the people who are trying to change themselves. But I do love a dose of hypocrisy from you, Jimmy, because it reminds me that you haven’t changed a bit since the last time we crossed paths. But what I don’t care for, Jimmy, not even a little bit. I don’t care for your lies, and your slander. I don’t like it when you tell me I’m dishonest…

Harter shakes his head again, pacing around the ring as he continues speaking.

Dom Harter: I’d ask you for evidence to back up your statements, but you’ll just insult me again, right? You’ll call me garbage, because you know you don’t have a leg to stand on. Accuse me of punching down, as if that’s not what wrestling is all about. While you’re at it, why don’t you tell me I’m an @$$h*le for railing the rookies this year in Young Guns Cup. And pretend not to understand what sort of motivation and driving force it is to prove Dom Harter wrong. Tell me I’m a d*ck for low-blowing you in the Gold Rush Rumble, when we both know there’s no disqualifications and that was well within the rules. Or how about you talk about the time you attacked a rookie after a training session, and put her in the hospital just to get Chandler’s attention? Or when you stacked that table with chairs and tacks before you powerbombed Annie Zellor off the top rope? Or when you used that ladder to rip off part of Laurel Anne Hardy’s ear? Or when you gave Cyncity a concussion to try and get under Cordy’s skin.

The crowd boo for a moment as Harter glares down the aisle.

Dom Harter: I don’t think the red in our ledgers is of equal amount, Jimmy, so don’t lie to me. Don’t lie to yourself. Honesty is great policy, Jimmy, it really is! Like if I stand here a week away from my match against Neon on the next Flashpoint, and I tell you all that I can’t remember a thing that she’s done since she’s been here in FGA; you might think I’m an @$$h*le for saying that, but it’s the truth. If I tell you that I can’t remember who her last match was against, I can’t tell you who she’s beaten, who she’s lost to. That I lost all interest in her when she came in and decided to restart some four year old rivalry that nobody gave a damn about back then, and one that should’ve died when PDW did! That what she says is just background noise, and of no importance to anyone. Including herself … you can call me an @$$h*le, but you can’t tell me that I’m wrong. Or that I’m being dishonest. And that’s the difference between us, Jimmy; I turned over a new leaf, I didn’t turn into a p***y!

The expletive is yelled as Harter, now growing visibly irate rests his arms across the top rope. He glares into the hard camera as the crowd cheer him for some reason.

Kris Cruise: That took a sharp left turn.

Stephy Auger: Seems like anger management classes weren’t included in whatever therapy Dom’s been going to.

Kris Cruise: Maybe he should, just in case.

Dom Harter: Don’t worry, Neon, I’ll give you something the people can remember next week on Flashpoint. And I’ll do it cleanly, without any of the hijinx some people seem intent on associating with me despite nearly a year sober. But I won’t do it for you, Jimmy Page; you want to levy these baseless accusations against me because you harbor some resentment from years ago, go ahead. Carry on being hard-headed, carry on refusing to see past your own personal bias, carry on telling yourself that I’m the bad guy in all this. Your bitterness isn’t endearing though. And I’ll carry on offering to help you beat those demons that haunt you, Jimmy. Because if you really want to show these fans that you’re not the bad guy here, then you’re going to need some help.

“Low Self Opinion” starts playing again as Dom exits the ring; he heads up the aisle at a leisurely pace, slapping hands with the willing fans as he goes.

Stephy Auger: Well, now it’s time for the action to start as Hercules Cortez is set to make his FGA debut against Susan Kent.

Kris Cruise: And I’m sure Jimmy Page will have something to say about this later tonight before the main event, where he’ll take on former Pride champion, Molly Reid...

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The scene cuts backstage, Jessie Pederson walks in on a locker room finding a man sitting on a bench putting on wrist tape on his right hand and cracking his neck in a very methodical way. She walks in on the guy as he takes a deep breath and tilts his head towards her and smirks. She gets near and starts talking to him with a very nervous voice.

Jessie Pederson: Can… can I talk to you for a minute?

A slight chuckle escapes the man as he signals with his left hand that she can, then, without breaking his methodical pace, he continues what he was doing before Jessie entered the room.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest tonight, making his debut for FGA… Hércules Cortez!

Hércules doesn’t flinch at the mention of his name, he continues without even making a noise, as Jessie continues talking.

Jessie Pederson: Hércules, so little is known about you and the fans are eager to know why are you in FGA, what are your plans here?

Hércules doesn’t speak, instead he growls. Jessie starts to feel a bit uncomfortable, but remains professional and talks again.

Jessie Pederson: Ookay… then… tonight you’re making your debut in FGA, against Susan Kent. What’s your opinion on your opponent tonight?

Cortez turns to Jessie, cracks his neck and stands up from the bench. His massive 6’6”, 265 pounds frame towers over the smaller interviewer. He smirks at her and grabs the microphone. For a second he seems like he’s about to speak, but instead he breaks the microphone in half and shouts.

Hércules Cortez: I… BREAK… HER!

After this he walked away leaving Jessie frightened.

[FGA Office]

Spencer Burke is standing by with an uncharacteristically solemn Elon Elysian; his FGA World Tag Team Championship belt is slung over his shoulder. Emery and Effie Elysian can be seen in the background whispering to one another. Elon’s ears twitch every time he hears the words “he” or “him” coming from behind him. Spencer looks at Elon, a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes, before clearing his throat.

Spencer Burke: My guest at this time is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions and one half of the Elysian Empire, please welcome, Elon Elysian.

Elon merely nods at Spencer’s introduction of him.

Spencer Burke: Elon, two weeks ago on the debut episode of FGA’s new show, “Flashpoint”, you and Emery were billed to face Dan Herrera and Peaches; known collectively as the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad. Many consider PLAS to be the top contenders to your’s and Emery’s FGA World Tag Team Championships, and Flashpoint was their opportunity to cement that belief. Fans were shocked when they saw that Emery had to wrestle by himself. It’s no secret to anyone about the internal struggles of the Elysian Empire, but one would think that, as champions, there would be more solidarity within the group. Now there are claims that you and Emery were dodging Dan and Peaches in an attempt to keep them from facing you for the titles. How do you respond to that?

Elon’s eyes sink to the ground.

Elon Elysian: I um...I think that...I think that from day one we’ve shown that we weren’t afraid to go out there and compete with any team on the roster. If anyone thinks that we were ducking a fight then they were never really fans of ours.

Effie can be seen shaking her head.

Elon Elysian: Emery proved that we’re always up for a challenge when he took on Dan and Peaches by himself.

Spencer Burke: That’s true, but the question on everyone’s mind is: why was he out there alone?

Elon looks at Spencer with a plea in his eyes, but Spencer can only give him apologetic look in return.

Elon Elysian:...Because I wasn’t being a very good partner, Spencer. I was doing what I thought was right, but I was really just being selfish and stupid. Is that what you want me to say?

Spencer Burke: I just want to give the viewers the answers that they’re looking for, Elon. Which leads me to my next question. Because of The Keisters’ interference at Flashpoint, we were left with no clear contender to the tag titles. With the recent influx of teams to sign with FGA there’s no doubt that, soon or later, you will have to defend those belts. Not saying that you were trying to avoid PLAS, but do you think that you’d have an easier time with some of the new teams here FGA?

Elon turns his head to his siblings. Emery give him a sympathetic look while Effie merely motions for him to go ahead. Elon turns back to Spencer. He grips the title hanging on his shoulder tightly as he speaks.

Elon Elysian: Uh…No?

Effie palms her forehead while Emery grins and shakes his head.

Spencer Burke: Care to elaborate?

Elon Elysian: I mean, with respect to all of the teams out there, including PLAS and The Keisters, I personally believe that when Em and I are clicking, we can’t be beaten. Not saying that teams like PLAS, Serpent's Touch, The Keisters, or Bristow and Barnes aren’t going to put up a fight and make it difficult, but I just think that we’re that much better. Saying that probably puts a target on my back, but lately I can’t seem to avoid doing that anyway, can I?

Elon shrugs and relaxes his grip on the belt a little.

Spencer Burke: We saw on the Afterburn for Flashpoint that you had an intense exchange with Dan Herrera and Peaches. Your actions that night did indeed seem to put an even larger target on your back than before. You face Dan Herrera along with Kimmi Keister, who you’ve also been seen to have had an intense exchange with, tonight in a triple threat match. Although Dan has had his own problems with the Keisters, do you feel that the target on your back is so large that Dan and Kimmi will focus more on you than each other?

Elon opens his mouth to speak then immediately clams back up. His grip tightens on the belt again and his eyes begin to dart around as if searching for an answer. Emery moves towards Elon, but Effie blocks him. Spencer notices this, but returns his attention to Elon.

Spencer Burke: This will be your first foray into singles competition here in FGA. Some would say that this your opportunity to prove everything that you’ve said up until this point. Others would say that this is irony given what you did to Emery at Flashpoint. Would you agree with that?

Elon nods his head slowly.

Spencer Burke: And would you say that, given the opponents you’re set to face tonight and what their goals are, that this is also an opportunity for them to prove themselves?

Again Elon nods.

Spencer Burke: Final question, Elon.

Elon lets out a sigh of relief.

Spencer Burke: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad and the Keisters have both made claims to challenging you and Emery for the tag titles. With Dan and Kimmi respectively representing both teams tonight, would either one of them winning put their team in contention for the title?

Elon thinks long and hard on this question.

Elon Elysian: I guess I’d have to put myself in their shoes to answer this one… If I were in their position, and I’d beaten a champion in a match, no matter the circumstances, I’d probably say that I’d earned an opportunity to fight for the titles. I guess it makes it that much more important for me to win tonight. People will probably still say I’m trying to avoid PLAS and The Keisters in a title match if I win though.

Elon looks to his siblings and then stares into the camera.

Elon Elysian: You can’t please everyone. Sometimes you have to be the one to crush dreams in this sport. I don’t want to be the one to do it, but I want to be a champion more. I’ll say it again: If they want some they can come and get it, but I’m not giving anything away.

Effie and Emery beam at one another, but return to neutral expressions when Elon looks their way.

Spencer Burke: Thank you, Elon.

Elon nods and turns to walk towards his siblings. When he reaches them, they look at one another for a just a moment before Elon walks right past Emery and Effie to prepare for his match.

[FGA Office]

Hércules Cortez vs. Susan Kent

Susan appears on the stage and uses her hand to fans the crowd, she walks to the ring shaking hands with the fans, she climbs the ropes from the outside and waves to the fans, then climbs down into her corner and waits for her opponent.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Wichita, Kansas… SUUUUSAAAAAN KENT!!!

Kris Cruise: Things have been rough for Susan Kent over the past several months. I give the young woman credit for continuing to come out here show after show and give it her all. I know she desperately wants to get that first big win here in FGA. But I don’t know if I like her chances here tonight.

Stephy Auger: Hércules Cortez is a foot taller than Susan Kent. He outweighs her by well over a hundred pounds. If Susan Kent were smart, she’d find the nearest exit because pain is coming her way very shortly.

The marching sound of “Legio XIII” intro fills up the arena as the lights begin to flicker. Then, out of the curtain comes Hércules Cortez. He stands in the middle of the stage looking sideways to the crowd as he begins a march down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Bariloche, Argentina! Weighing in at 265 pounds! He is “The Legionary” HERRRRRCULESSSS CORRRRRRTEZZZZZ!!!

Once in front of the apron he swiftly moves towards the staircase, he hits the top of the staircase and runs towards the ropes. He surveys the crowd once more as he enters the ring, extending his arms as he exhales.

Kris Cruise: Look at the massive frame on that man, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I see it! Kent definitely has the advantage in speed and agility. But that’s about the only thing she’s got going in her favor. With this being Cortez’ debut, you just know that he doesn’t want to start things off with a loss. I expect him to make a hell of a statement and make this quick.

The bell sounds as Kent sizes up her larger opponent. Realizing she won’t win a battle of power, Kent runs over and connects with a dropkick. But the kick barely moves Cortez.

Stephy Auger: Kent is gonna have to do a lot better than that to knock down a man the size of Cortez.

Kent returns to her feet and runs back into the ropes. When she returns, she connects with another dropkick. This one causes Cortez to stumble back a few steps.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh, Stephy! She knocked Cortez back!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, she did. But the object of this match is to knock him down and pin him. She’s yet to do that, Cruise.

Kent returns to her feet and runs right back into the ropes. When Kent returns, Cortez tries to knock her head off with a haymaker. But Kent ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Kent returns, Cortez throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Kent ducks and runs into the ropes. When she returns, Kent goes for a crossbody block. But Cortez catches her in mid air. The crowd sighs as they fear the worst for the Kansas native...

Kris Cruise: Uh oh...

Stephy Auger: Yeah, “uh oh” is right.

Cortez walks around the ring before hurling Kent over his head with a fallaway slam. After bouncing off the canvas, Kent’s momentum sends her underneath the bottom rope and to the floor.

Stephy Auger: He just tossed her like a ragdoll, Cruise!

After Cortez returns to his feet, he scans the crowd while taking in their boos.

Kris Cruise: This crowd here in Rio Rancho was solidly behind Susan Kent. But I think that they now realize that the end might be near.

Stephy Auger: “Might” be near? Who are you kidding, Cruise? It’s only a matter of time. Does The Legionary want to play around with Kent a bit or does he want to put her out of her misery asap? That’s the only thing up for debate.

Cortez’s attention is turned to the side of the ring, where he sees Kent pulling herself back up.

Kris Cruise: Kent is not done just yet!

Stephy Auger: WHy? What is she doing? What is she trying to prove? I thought she wanted a long, prosperous career? Getting back in the ring with Cortez is gonna cut that career short.

As Cortez marches over to attack, he gets doubled over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Kent goes to follow up with a sunset flip. The crowd cheers as Kent tries to pull him down. But it’s to no avail. Cortez reaches down, grabs Kent by the throat with both hands and yanks her back to her feet before tossing her into the corner. The boos continue as Cortez marches into the corner and throws out a clothesline. But Kent moves out of the way. When Cortez turns around, the crowd cheers when he’s met with a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. Kent then goes for an irish whip. But Cortez doesn’t budge. Kent then tries to squat down as she pulls on his arm for the irish whip. But again, Cortez doesn’t budge. Cortez then swats Kent’s hands from off of her before tossing her back into the corner. After a series of back elbows to the face, Cortez steps back and chokes Kent his foot. The crowd boos while the ref gives him until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Stephy Auger: Look at him nearly choking the life out of her! The poor girl should’ve stayed down and played dead!

Cortez reluctantly lets go. He then takes Kent and whips her into the opposite corner. He then charges across the ring and goes for a corner body avalanche. The crowd cheers as Cortez crashes into the turnbuckles after Kent moves out of the way.

Kris Cruise: He missed! Cortez ran full steam ahead into that corner, but Susan Kent narrowly escaped!

Stephy Auger: Don’t start getting any ideas, Cruise...

As Cortez stumbles back, Kent connects with a dropkick, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. After Kent returns to her feet, she slams Cortez face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then turns Cortez around, climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-

Cortez reaches up and shoves Kent down. But she doesn’t stay down. Kent returns to her feet and connects with a running dropkick, sending Cortez stumbling back. After Kent returns to her feet, she runs over and connects with a front dropkick, knocking Cortez back into the corner. Kent returns to her feet, runs over, hops onto Cortez and goes for a monkey flip. But Cortez catches her in mid air, turns, sits her down on the top turnbuckle and shoves her off, sending her tumbling down hard to the floor. The crowd erupts with boos while Kent writhes in pain on the floor.

Kris Cruise: Damn, I thought she almost had him.

Stephy Auger: Really? You honestly thought that? Okay, I’ll give the girl credit. She was able to give Cortez a couple of moves. But it still wasn’t enough to knock the big man off his feet. Susan Kent has been doing this for a while now and this is the toughest opponent she’s ever been in the ring with, I believe. He’s definitely the biggest...

As Kent slowly pulls herself up using the edge of the apron, Cortez reaches over the top rope, grabs her by the hair and yanks her up onto the apron with one arm. From there, he lifts Kent up for a delayed vertical suplex. After keeping Kent held in the air for ten seconds, Cortez proceeds to turn and walks towards the center of the ring.

Stephy Auger: Look at the power, Cruise! Look at how he holds her up with ease. A man his size could do this to a lot of the guys, too!

Just as he’s about to fall back, Kent slips down from behind. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Cortez turns around, Kent connects with a spinning heel kick, sending Cortez stumbling back. Kent then returns to her feet and heads into the ropes. When Kent returns, the cheers continue as she connects with a running hurricanrana, sending Cortez stumbling into the corner.

Kris Cruise: There you go, Susan! There you go!

After Cortez smacks his face against the top turnbuckle, he stumbles back, turns around and gets caught with a jumping European Uppercut from Kent. While Cortez stumbles back, Kent heads into the corner. She then hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, leaps off and executes a diving hurricanrana, sending Cortez stumbling into the ropes. After Cortez bounces off the ropes, Kent steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick. As Cortez stumbles back, Kent heads back out onto the apron and climbs up to another top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as she leaps off and connects with another missile dropkick.

Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off for Kent as she connects with another dropkick from the top!

While Cortez tries to shake out the cobwebs, Kent scales to another top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick to the back of the head, sending Cortez through the ropes and to the floor. On the way down, Cortez smacks his head on the floor.

Kris Cruise: Cortez is down! Kent finally got Cortez down!

Stephy Auger: And the referee is counting!




ONE!




TWO!





THREE!






FOUR!






FIVE!





SIX!






SEVEN!






EIGHT!






NINE!






TEN-Cortez rolls back inside!

Stephy Auger: Cortez made it back inside!

Kris Cruise: I don’t think he did!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a countout…

Stephy Auger: No, No, No!

J.A. Aldridge: SUUUSAAAAAN KENT!

The crowd cheers when “All Grown Up” hits the speakers.

Kris Cruise: Alright! Susan Kent not only gets a long awaited mark in the win column, but she gets her first FGA win, spoiling the debut of “The Legionary” LOOK OUT!

Cortez tries to go after Kent, but Kent wisely heads to the outside and makes her way up the aisle.

Kris Cruise: Cortez is furious that his FGA debut was spoiled by Susan Kent. I don’t know which unlucky grappler drew Cortez next. But I’d hate to be the next man that’s standing opposite “The Legionary” inside an FGA ring...

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Backstage inside Susan’s locker, her agent Kendra Hollis, is going beyond her duties as an agent as she searches through Susan’s locker. Kendra moves around Susan’s clothes obviously looking for something.

Meanwhile Marsha Kent is making her way to her daughter's locker, her daughter’s match has just ended and she wanted congratulate her daughter for having a great match. She turns the corner and walks down a hallway.

Kendra continues to search through Susan’s locker unaware for the storm that is about to come. Marsha stands in the door of Susan’s locker.

Marsha Kent: And what exactly are you looking for in Susan’s locker.

Kendra realizing she’s busted turns around.

Kendra Hollis: Ah, I didn’t know anyone was here.

Marsha Kent: Obviously, now what are you doing snooping in my daughter's locker?

Kendra Hollis: I don’t have to answer to you.

Marsha Kent: No, but you can answer to security, I’m sure this is invasion of privacy, or something.

Kendra takes a step back.

Kendra Hollis: There’s no need to call security.

Marsha Kent: Then tell me what you were doing in my daughter’s locker.

Meanwhile Susan is making her way back from her match, unaware of the scene happening in her locker room.

Kendra suddenly goes silent, causing Marsha to dial her phone.

Marsha Kent: Hello, could you send someone over to the Santa Ana Star Center, I found someone snooping in my daughter locker room. Yeah she definitely looks suspicious. Okay see you later.

Susan arrives at her locker room her room and Kendra are standing inside.

Susan Kent: Hey Mom, hey Kendra. What’s going on?

Marsha Kent: Your agent was snooping through your locker and when she wouldn’t give me an answer, so I called for security.

Susan Kent: Why were you in my locker, Kendra?

Kendra Hollis: It’s not what you both think, I was just...

Kendra’s Explanation was cut off by the arrival of security.

Officer: We received a call about someone going through some girl’s locker.

Marsha Kent: Yeah, *Marsha points at Kendra.* She was going to my daughter’s locker.

Officer: Okay miss if you could come with me.

Kendra leaves with the officer.

Marsha Kent:?I knew I didn’t trust her, Susan, is there something in your locker she was looking for.

Susan Kent: No. Mom all is in there is my clothes.

Marsha Kent: Maybe I should take a look for myself, if it’s okay with you.

Susan Kent: It’s okay Mom.

Marsha takes a look through her daughter’s locker but just like Susan said she found nothing but her clothes.

Marsha Kent: Okay, Susan I’ll let you get changed then Keller and I will take you out for something to eat.

Susan and Marsha leave the arena and meet Keller outside, although nothing was found, Marsha was still suspicious as to why Kendra was snooping in Susan’s locker.

[FGA Office]

The scene opens up in an area backstage at the Santa Ana Star Center, where a conversation is ongoing between Brian Stryker and Lowri Moss, who are bonding over their feelings towards a mutual foe.

Lowri Moss: Yeah, but AMIRA won’t be able to keep fleeing from the ring when something doesn’t go her way forever - eventually she’s going to have to stay to see things through to a conclusion.

Out of nowhere, a familiar voice, to Brian Stryker mostly, rings out in the hall. Lowri and Brian turn to the source of the guapo voice.

Julian Tijerina: Heeeeey, if it isn't my old amigo, Brian Strrrrrryker!

Julian finishes the shawarma in his hand as a giddy female production assistant waits behind him. He turns to her, chewing all that delicious meaty goodness, and she responds with a huge smile, giggling, as she hands him a white towel that The Spanish Sweetheart uses to wipe the sauce off of his lips. After swallowing the last morsel of his shawarma, Julian licks his lips to check if there's still some sauce on them and the production assistant bites hers, eager to taste Julian's lips. Lowri and Brian look at each other, weirded out, while Julian doesn't even notice the production assistant's reaction.

Julian Tijerina: Thanks, Trixie! I'll see you around!

Trixie the production assistant closes her eyes and puckers her lips, thinking a kiss would be her reward. Julian disappoints her by messing up her hair instead, like a dad would his daughter, and placing the towel on her shoulder before turning back to his tag team partners for the night. Julian starts addressing his partners, ignoring Trixie who walks away with a frown.

Julian Tijerina: So, tonight, it's us three again versus the hotties Sadie San Francisco, been there once, really cool place to be in, NEON, she wants me, and the exact opposite of a hottie, Blake "The Snake" Rogers. I'm sure you two are raring to get your hands on those two hotties, and I feel the same with Rogers. I lie awake at night imagining hitting him in his plain Jane face with my knee over and over and over and over and over---

Brian Stryker: Easy, Juil. This is just another match. Let's just focus on this thing, okay?

Lowri nods her head in agreement.

Lowri Moss: Brian’s right, Julian. As much as you may want to repeatedly hit Blake Rogers in the face with your knee, we’re going to need to concentrate on all three of our opponents, and not just fixate on one of them in particular - we need to be equal opportunity face hitters!

A mischievous grin crosses Lowri’s face.

Lowri Moss: Now, while I’m sure the three of us will make a more than adequate team, if TV and movies have taught me anything, this is the part where we’re supposed to put our hands together in a show of solidarity.

Lowri holds out her right hand. An enthusiastic Julian is quick to put his hand on top of Lowri’s, whereas Brian is a bit more hesitant, before ultimately putting his hand in as well.

Lowri Moss: Alright, I’ll see you both out there.

Lowri begins to walk away, with Julian and Brian still staying in place. However, she then stops, and casts a glance back in the direction of her teammates-for-the-night.

Lowri Moss: Mae'r Golygus, indeed.

She resumes her walk, as Julian looks excited, eager to get in the ring with his old friends. Julian starts clapping, getting an awkward, confused stare from Brian. El Guapo turns to Brian, grabbing his shoulder.

Julian Tijerina: Yeah! See you guys out there in that ring. We're going to destroy those two hotties and that one nottie.

Brian Stryker: Can you not call them hotties? I'm not gonna say it.

Julian just nods to Brian. He raises an eyebrow and shrugs before crossing his arms.

Julian Tijerina: Yeah, but, uhm, hey, I didn't want to say anything while Noelle was still here, but, uhm, does she look different to you, too, or is it just me?

Brian Stryker: Different? No, not that I've noticed. At least, nothing out of the ordinary.

Julian shakes his head, ignoring what Brian just said.

Julian Tijerina: She probably just got a new haircut. Well, okay, Bry Stry, I'll see you out there.

Julian walks away, leaving a confused Brian thinking to himself. Julian keeps mumbling as he goes.

Julian Tijerina: I can't wait to hit that snake, Blake Rogers, in his plain Jane face with my knee over and over and over and over and over...

Brian Stryker: I think we get it. Just...keep a level head out there, mate.

The scene then cuts away.

[FGA Office]

Dan Herrera vs. Elon Elysian vs. Kimmi Keister

'Do I Wanna Know' begins to play throughout the arena as Kimmi Keister slowly struts out from behind the curtain. She poses with her chest out, and her hands on her hips as the fans begin to boo. She's soon joined by her sisters; Kalli and Kammi flank her on either side.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first, being accompanied by Kalli and Kammi Keister. Hailing from Chelmsford, England, weighing in at 150 pounds … KIMMI KEISTER!

The trio blow kisses to the fans, prompting some cheers from certain male members of the audience, before The Keisters make their way down the aisle.

Kris Cruise: Triple threat action, Stephy. We have three teams all vying for those tag titles that The Elysian Empire currently hold after finally beating The Usual Suspects a few weeks ago. They’ve had some run ins with The Keisters over the last few months, but tonight it’ll be Kimmi on her own in that ring.

Stephy Auger: That’s one thing about The Keisters, Cruise, they’re never alone. With her sisters at ringside running interference, Kimmi could steal this one.

...Spoken...

"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches. Hailing from Corpus Christi, Texas. Weighing in at 200 pounds. DAN HERRERA!

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise: The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad have been on something of a roll as of late, picking up wins over The Keisters and Daniel Widdel & Stunray. But last week on Flashpoint their match against The Elysian Empire didn’t quite go as planned.

Stephy Auger: And you just know that’s stuck in their craw, Cruise. They blame Elon Elysian for not showing up on time, they blame Emery Elysian for trying to make them look like fools. They blame The Keisters for interfering. They blame everybody but themselves. It’s sad, really.

How many people wanna get this started?

(You know who you are)

From the front to the back do you want it?

“Adrenaline” by Nine Lashes sounds out from the speakers and the fans excitedly jump to their feet. The lights begin to flicker as the opening guitar rift sounds out. The Elysian Empire make their way from the behind the curtain led by Effie Elysian. Emery and Elon bump fist as Effie presents them to the cheering crowd. They flex their muscles to the crowd before making their way down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent. Being accompanied by Emery and Effie Elysian. Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 250 pounds. He is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions … ELON ELYSIAN!

Elon slides into the ring while Emery takes the ring steps. Effie takes the steps as well and Emery sits on the second rope allowing Effie to easily enter the ring. Elon has already begun to stretch using the ropes and turnbuckle. Emery joins him as Effie begins to coach her brothers up. As they stretch the music begins to fade.

Kris Cruise: One half of the tag team champions, and he has a massive chip on his shoulder right now, Stephy. We heard his excuses after Flashpoint, saying he wanted to show his brother and sister how important he was to the team.

Stephy Auger: You’d have thought showing up to the match would do that, but he left his brother to hang out to dry last week. But tonight Elon Elysian will have to do all the heavy lifting if he wants to prove his point and show why he deserves to be one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions. And we’re ready for this one to begin.

The bell sounds to start the match as all three competitors stand in their corners, eyeing up their opponents. The referee’s attention, however, is drawn to the tensions mounting on the outside; Emery and Effie Elysian in one corner, being egged on by Kalli and Kammi Keister in another, who are both being glared at by Peaches in the third corner.

Kris Cruise: What’s Drew Landry doing here? He’s ordering everybody to leave the ringside area!

Stephy Auger: He can’t do that, Cruise. The Keisters have a right to support their sister.

Kris Cruise: This match was a potential melting pot with all those bodies on the outside, and it looks like Drew Landry wants none of that. These three will have a good clean match whether they like it or not.

There’s outrage from those who are being expelled, as well by Kimmi Keister herself as she protests to the referee. But it’s to no avail. Emery, Effie, Peaches, Kalli, and Kammi are all sent backstage to cheers from the crowd as the three legal competitors are left alone in the ring. Almost immediately, Dan Herrera turns his attention to Kimmi Keister who backpedals into her corner with her hands up – she wants nothing to do with The Boss!

Elon moves towards Kimmi, who turns to face the current tag champion, and clearly winks in Elon’s direction. Dan sees this and stops in his tracks, looking towards Elon with suspicion in his eyes.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh, looks like Dan Herrera doesn’t know who he can trust here.

Stephy Auger: We saw Elon Elysian meeting The Keisters backstage a few weeks ago, and after what happened on Flashpoint last week, it could be more than a coincidence, Cruise.

Dan and Elon end up toe to toe, staring at one another before they eventually come to blows! The crowd roaring as the two men hammer away at one another, while Kimmi stands back, clapping in delight. Elysian manages to use his size and strength advantage to get the better of Herrera, forcing the former champion against the ropes, where Elon unleashes a mini flurry of elbow strikes and punches. An Irish whip ensues and Dan finds himself on the receiving end of a powerslam, before Kimmi finally leaves her corner.

The Keister sister stomps at the prone Dan Herrera as Elon just watches on. After a moment, however, the two lock eyes and Kimmi smiles.

Kris Cruise: What’s this witch up to now?

Kimmi steps over Dan’s chest to get to Elon as she stands on her tip toes to whisper into his ear. It looks to some like she kisses his cheek before she takes a step back, and reverts back to stomping at Dan Herrera – when Elon joins in. The crowd booing as Dan gets stomped into oblivion, before the pair of them lift him back to his feet. Kimmi cheers her new friend on as Elon delivers a fallaway slam to Herrera, sending him towards the corner. There, Kimmi climbs to the middle rope and leaps off with a leg drop to Dan’s throat.

He rolls away as Kimmi instructs Elon to pick him up again, which Elon does so. She tells him what to do again before the pair of them lift Dan up high for the double back lifted facebuster! And Kimmi rolls Dan over and covers.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Elon drags her back up to her feet by the waistband to a cheer from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Looks like this union may be about to come to an abrupt end, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Nobody ever accused her of being smart, but trying to steal the victory out from under Elon Elysian like that? Kimmi Keister shouldn’t have done that!

Kimmi pleads her innocence, but to no avail as Elon drills her with a hard right hand! Kimmi goes down, but gets right back up again, only for Elon to nail her again. As she gets to her feet this time, Kimmi staggers backwards towards the ropes. An Irish whip ensues and Kimmi is sent across the ring, before Elon hits her with a spinning spinebuster. He hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Kimmi gets the shoulder up in time, but Elon drags her quickly back to her feet. She gets sent face first into the top turnbuckle, and Elon again sets her up for an Irish whip before he sends her from pillar to post. Kimmi hits the far turnbuckle hard as Elon charges across the ring after her – NO! Kimmi dodges the attack, and Elon hits the turnbuckle chest first! He stumbles backwards, right into a Kimmi Keister dropkick, which sends Elon head first into the turnbuckle. He spins and slumps in the corner, remaining in a seated position as Kimmi takes a run up, before delivering a bronco buster to Elon Elysian!

Stephy Auger: I’m sure he’s just hating this right now, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: A quick change of fortune, and Kimmi Keister has the upper hand right now. But wait just a minute.

Stephy Auger: That’s what Elon’s probably trying to do.

Kimmi ends the bronco buster and stands back up, looking pleased as punch with herself. But she seems to have forgotten Dan Herrera, who’s back on his feet and standing behind her. Kimmi turns around and Herrera scoops up onto his shoulders to a loud cheer from the crowd. The Wit’s End (double leg slam) is delivered, and a pained Kimmi Keister quickly rolls out under the bottom rope to escape the pin attempt.

Kris Cruise: I felt that one from here, but Dan Herrera has his sights set on Elon Elysian right now. And I wouldn’t want to be the tag champ at this moment in time!

In the corner, Elon uses the ropes to pick himself back up, just as Herrera launches himself forward with a discus elbow smash! It clocks Elon flush against the jaw, and the tag champ is reeling. Herrera follows up with more strikes, punching and kicking the tag champ until he’s sufficiently worn down. Elysian stumbles out of the corner, only to get whipped against the ropes before Herrera hits a Samoan drop. Into the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Dan stands back up and stomps at Elon while he’s down, causing the crowd to cheer some more. He does eventually pick the tag champ back up to his feet, but Elon starts to fight back. A shot to the gut is followed by some punches to the face, before Elon lunges forward with a clothesline attempt – NO! Dan ducks and counters with a neckbreaker! Both men scramble to get back to their feet again, before Herrera body slams his opponent – with authority!

Stephy Auger: Dan Herrera looks like he’s psyched for this one, Cruise. Obviously he’s still bitter about what happened at Flashpoint.

Kris Cruise: Wouldn’t you be too? He thinks Elon skipped out on the bulk of that match to make the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad look bad, and even then the Keisters interfered and caused a non contest. This is his chance for payback.

Herrera stands in the corner waiting for Elon to get back to his feet, but he’s taken his eyes off Kimmi on the outside. The buxom British babe grabs Dan by the ankles and upends him, before pulling him towards the ring post! The crowd boo loudly as Kimmi climbs back up onto the apron – only to get caught by an Elon Elysian roundhouse kick! That’s enough to knock Kimmi right back down to the mats on the outside, and Elon turns his attention back to Dan Herrera.

Elon brings his opponent back up to his feet, and he pushes Dan back into the corner. The tag champ unloads with a series of body shots before going for an Irish whip. He sends Herrera from pillar to post, and The Boss hits the far turnbuckles hard before he staggers out, right into a snap powerslam by Elon Elysian! The tag champ takes a moment to play to the crowd, but some of the fans don’t seem too pleased by his actions as of late; the boos are few and far between, but they’re audible enough to bother Elon.

Undeterred, Elon shakes it off and he goes to deadlift Dan off the mat. With his strength on full display, Elon does manage to get Herrera up for a powerbomb position – but Dan fights back! Several punches to the face cause Elon to wobble, before Dan counters with a clunky looking hurricanrana!

Kris Cruise: I don’t know if we’ve ever seen Dan Herrera do a hurricanrana before, but we can cross that one off the list!

Stephy Auger: Can he capitalize though?

Neither man is quickly back to their feet, but they do manage to make it there before Dan goes for an Irish whip. No, Elon counters with a feint, and he pulls Herrera in close for the Olympic slam! This time Elon stands back up and poses for the crowd momentarily, before he tries to deliver the deadlift powerbomb again. YES! Herrera gets drilled into canvas, and Elon drops down to hook the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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TH-NOO!

Kimmi Keister dives in with an axhandle smash to the top of Elon’s head to break the pin! The crowd seem almost relieved, but Elon shrugs off the attack to stand back up and glare at Kimmi. He towers over his opponent, and Kimmi seems hesitant. Elon lunges forward with a clothesline, but Kimmi ducks under that and spins, firing off several punches to the tag champ. But they seem to be having little effect, so she rears back and delivers a bitch slap right to the cheek!

Stephy Auger: Did she really just do that? Kimmi Keister just slapped the taste out of his mouth!

Kris Cruise: And that may not have been the wisest decision she’s made all day. Which could be saying something.

Elon holds his cheek as the crowd “ooh”, and Kimmi backs up a few steps until she finally trips over Dan Herrera! Down goes Kimmi, and Elon grabs her up and places her onto his shoulders. But Kimmi manages to rake the eyes and counter with a tornado DDT! Elon gets drilled head first into the mat, and Kimmi looks pleasantly surprised with herself. She jumps up and down, clapping her hands as she squeals in delight, before making her way towards the legs of Elon Elysian. With a leg in each hand, Kimmi has her opponent at his most vulnerable, so she delivers a headbutt to the groin!

Kris Cruise: Poor Elon Elysian!

And a cover by Kimmi Keister!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Dan Herrera recovers in time to break the pin with a stomp to Kimmi’s back. He drags her back up and delivers several clubbing blows to the back that have the Briton reeling, before he lifts her up for an electric chair – NO! Kimmi delivers some punches to the head to unsettle Dan, before spinning round to counter with a worse looking hurricanrana than Dan delivered earlier! But Herrera manages to roll through the landing, and he kips up to run against the ropes, coming back with a spear that nearly knocks Kimmi Keister out of her boots!

Stephy Auger: I felt that one from here, Cruise! I think he might have broke her in half right there.

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera back in full control here, but he’s not done yet.

The Boss turns his attention away from the unmoving Kimmi Keister, towards where the tag champ, Elon Elysian is using the ropes to get back to his feet. He’s limping slightly after that headbutt a moment ago as Dan grabs him from behind, throwing Elon down with the Final Word (pumphandle slam). But he doesn’t cover this time either. Herrera stands tall in the center of the ring, his chest heaving after a hard fought match, as he holds his thumb up at a right angle, before giving Elon Elysian a thumbs down!

Kris Cruise: Looks like somebody is about to get their Walking Papers, Stephy!

Dan lifts his opponent back up to his feet, and with great strength, he manages to lift the 250lb Elon Elysian up onto the top turnbuckle. Dan parades around the ring for a second with Elon suspended in mid air, before finally giving Elon Elysian his Walking Papers (muscle buster)! Kimmi is barely stirring as the crowd cheer loudly, and Dan lays back, hooking Elon’s leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Kimmi manages to drape a shoulder across Dan’s chest.
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THREE!!!

Kris Cruise: He did it! A massive win for Dan Herrera here tonight, and justice for the travesty that happened on Flashpoint last week.

Stephy Auger: A huge blow for Elon Elysian though, Cruise; I guess he didn’t get to show his brother how important he is to the team.

“Dangerous Business Since 1979” begins playing as The Boss stands back up, but the referee isn’t there to raise his hand. Dan looks confused as the official is leaning through the ropes, talking to J.A. Aldridge.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via pinfall …






















KIMMI KEISTER!

The music cuts out, and Dan looks shocked. The crowd immediately begin booing as the referee tries to explain his decision to Dan.

Kris Cruise: What just happened? Dan Herrera pinned Elon Elysian, but Drew Landry has awarded the match to Kimmi Keister?

Stephy Auger: She had Dan covered at the end apparently, and that means she wins, Cruise! A lucky win, but Kimmi Keister has pulled off a huge upset here.

The Arctic Monkeys begin playing as Kimmi gets back to her feet. She looks a little worse for wear, but makes sure that the referee raises her hand as Dan watches on furiously. He stands there with his hands on his hips as Kimmi celebrates her win; Elon sits up to see Kimmi celebrating as well, but not for long. She blows kisses to both of her opponents before bailing from the ring, leaving Dan and Elon behind to stew in their anger.

[FGA Office]

Our cameras fade into the backstage area-- more specifically on a pair of black boots which read “EE” along the sides, drawing a preemptive chorus of boos from the live audience. We’re clearly in a locker-room and the familiar voices of two females can be heard in the background. The voices become clearer as the camera slowly pans up, past the legs and bare torso, up to the contemplative gaze of Evan Envi. Our small chorus of boos becomes significantly louder. Chin resting in his palms, Evan keeps his gaze forward, tuning out the two Grapplers behind him.

NEON: Just because you’ve teamed with Rogers before doesn’t mean I am convinced. I don’t even know if I feel comfortable tagging him in. We--

Sadie San Francisco: Ugh. That’s stupid. Evan, are you listening to this?

NEON: Sadie. We have goals here, in case that escaped you. Getting upstaged by Blake Rogers when he inevitably goes into business for himself isn’t one of them.

Sadie San Francisco: Pretty sure that’s not going to h--

NEON: I’m… having SUCH a hard time understanding why you can’t just follow basic directions. Sadie, I am asking right now, leave the decision-making to me. We’re all well aware you can’t handle pressure like that.

NEON looks over at Evan, raising her brows.

NEON: Baby, tell her.

The camera pans down a bit, back toward Evan’s face. He closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths, but never turns back to look at NEON and Sadie. NEON rolls her eyes and gestures toward Evan while looking at Sadie.

NEON: He agrees.

Sadie San Francisco: Mmmmmkay.

Sadie shrugs and walks past NEON and Evan, out of the locker-room. NEON glares.

NEON: Where are you going?!

Sadie San Francisco: Gorilla!

NEON: Wait.

NEON looks annoyed as Sadie walks away, ignoring her demand to wait. She begins to follow her, but stops, looking back at Evan. She folds her arms, looking down at him. Evan finally opens his eyes again, looking up at NEON. He draws another deep breath, the discontent etched all over his face as he leans forward again, deep in thought. We fade to black.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

As we come back from commercial break, the scene opens up in the backstage area. The cameras get an immediate look at the blazing red lion that is in the center of the FGA logo placed on the wall. Standing in front of said logo was veteran reporter Spencer Burke. He stands there looking as professional as always with a microphone in one hand and a stack of notecards in the other.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the brand new number one contender to the Pride championship….Savannah Taylor.

The cameras pan over to Spencer’s right where the stunning Las Vegas native was standing with a confident smile on her face and a hand on her hip.

Spencer Burke: Savannah, on the debut edition of Flashpoint, we saw you first overcome a Battle Royal and then a one on one match with a very able Mark Storm, all for the sake of becoming the number one contender to the Pride championship. How are you feeling knowing you are the next person to face Chris Madison?

Savannah Taylor: How do I feel? How do you think I feel, Spencer? This is a chance that I have been chasing for pretty much an entire year. After a year that I would love to forget, this number one contenders spot means everything to me. You saw what I did in the Rumble. You saw the war that Mark Storm and I put each other through. That match right there shows what each of us was willing to do in order to win. Now, I’m not taking anything away from Mark. He’s a hell of a competitor. Unfortunately for him, I was better. Now, it’s onward and upward from here, Spence.

Spencer Burke: What are your thoughts on the champion himself? And are you going to be watching his match later tonight against AMIRA?

Savannah pretends to be mulling over his question, when in actuality she was trying not to roll her eyes.

Savannah Taylor:[First of all, I am insulted that you would even question whether or not I would be watching his match later tonight. Of course I am. I want to know everything there is to know about him. I want to see his strengths and his weaknesses. I want to know just what kind of person I am going to be dealing with. I want to see just how well he transitions from being the hunter to the hunted. It’s one thing to beat Molly Reid and capture the championship. It’s a completely different thing when it comes to keeping it. While I can appreciate what Chris went through to capture the Pride championship, he should know that I am not Molly Reid. I’m not the fan favorite. I am going to do any and everything to win. I will move Heaven and Earth itself to become Pride champion. But until that day comes, I’ve got a lot more to study up on.

Spencer Burke: Fair enough. Now I want to shift gears for a second and talk about what happened in the Main Event. You and your friend, tag team partner, associate, whatever you want to call Izzy Anders, came out and basically did the wrestling equivalent of a prison yard beatdown on both Johnny Karma and Cordy Stevenson.

The confident look on Savannah’s face is immediately replaced by a somewhat sinister smirk.

Savannah Taylor: And? What of it?

Spencer Burke: Well, a lot of people are wondering just what explanations you may have for your actions.

Savannah Taylor: There is nothing TO explain, Spencer. What you saw on Flashpoint and what you have been seeing for weeks now is the beginning of change. The winds of change are blowing here in FGA, and people aren’t exactly going to like it. Pretty much no one is going to be safe when said change happens. What you saw with Johnny and Cordy is example number one. You can either adapt and go with the flow or be left out in the cold.

Spencer Burke: Sooner or later, you know Cordy and Johnny are going to be out for revenge.

Savannah Taylor: Then bring it on. They are going to have their chance next week on Flashpoint. But all their efforts are going to be for nothing.

Spencer Burke: So you’re not worried about any repercussions?

Savannah Taylor: I’m a big girl, Spencer. I can handle it. But since you brought it up, I have a little message for Ms. Stevenson.

She looks the camera dead on as she speaks in a clear, confident tone of voice.

Savannah Taylor: Cordy, I know you can hear me so listen up. I know you are more upset with me than you are with Izzy. I get it. You want your shot at the woman who essentially cost you the Undisputed title. You’ll have your shot next week, but I know that isn’t going to be enough for you. I know that a simple tag team match isn’t good enough for Princess Cordy. So here is what I am proposing. You want me one on one so badly….you can have me. But, it won’t be just anywhere. If you want me as badly as you say, if you want to eff me up again, then we do this on my terms. All you have to is agree to the match…...on the June 10th edition of Vertigo. That will give you plenty of time to come up with a strategy that will be all for nothing. I’ll be waiting for your answer…...chica.

With that, Savannah blows a kiss to the camera and walks out as the scene shifts to the ringside area.

[FGA Office]

Six Man Tag Team Match
Lowri Moss, Brian Stryker, Julian Tijerina vs. Sadie San Francisco, NEON, Blake Rogers

The lights go out. A few seconds later, "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays, the lights go back on, and "El Guapo, Julian Tijerrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnaa!!!" comes out, bathed in purple and pink spotlight and holding a purple rose, which he sniffs. He pivots slowly for the benefit of the crowd. On his way to the ring, he high-fives fans and surrenders his rose to a lucky girl at ringside.

J.A. Aldridge: The following Six Man Tag Team Match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Extremadura, Spain! Weighing in at 220 pounds! He is “The Spanish Sweetheart” JUUUUULIAAAAAN TIIIIJERRRRRRIIIINAAAAA!!!

Julian gracefully climbs inside the ring. Once inside the ring, Julian spins on his toes with both arms stretched to either side and his head towards the ceiling. He stops and slowly, almost dramatically, removes his mask and shows his own grin, a more attractive version of the mask's. In one fluid motion, Julian takes off the poncho, and ends up with both arms once again stretched to either side, one hand holding his mask while the other holding the poncho.

Surrendering the mask and the poncho to the referee, Julian climbs the turnbuckle and again stretches both arms to either side before applauding the fans, randomly waving and pointing at people, blowing kisses at cute girls, and occasionally winking. Finally, he goes back down, stretches with the ropes' help, and waits for his opponent to get in the ring with him.

The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back.

J.A. Aldridge: And his partners! First, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 215 pounds… BRIIIIIAAAAN STRYYYYKERRRRR!!!

He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms before hopping down onto the floor.

"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system, and once the song's intro finishes, through the curtains - and out onto the stage - walks Lowri Moss, who is greeted by a cheer. Lowri takes a moment to scan the crowd, before making her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Llanelli, Wales… LOOOOWRIIIII MOOOOOSSSSSSS!!!

After arriving at ringside, Lowri climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, before heading for one of the corners and climbing to the second rope. There are further cheers and more applause for Lowri from the fans, and she soaks in the reaction for several seconds, as she again surveys the crowd.

Kris Cruise: We’ve got Six Man Tag Team action that’s about to get underway, Stephy! There’s some interesting ties that bind all six of these grapplers in this contest.

Stephy Auger: There’s no love lost between Camp Eni and the Dead Beat Dad of Professional Wrestling, Brian Stryker. Of course, you also have the ongoing feud between Blake Roger and the always creepy Julian Tijerina. But the most interest thing of note is that all six of these competitors have recently made their intentions clear about going after the Magnificent AMIRA Legacy Championship.

Kris Cruise: You mean the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship.

Stephy Auger: Nope, I said it right there first time.

Kris Cruise: ...

Stephy Auger: Anywayyyys, all six of these competitors have staked their claim at that championship. You know that isn’t going to sit well with AMIRA. It’s bad enough she had to deal with the likes of Dom Harter tried to steal her spotlight. It’s bad enough that that thief Lowri Moss stole the physical title from her. Now she has one, two, three, four, five, SIX people trying to take her spotlight. The nerve!

Kris Cruise: I’m sure she’ll get over it.

The venue quiets down and soon buzzes with the fans' chatter amongst themselves before there's some action on top of the entrance ramp. Blake Rogers walks out with his hands on his hips. The crowd begins to mostly boo him as he looks around at them and walks down to the ring, cracking his knuckles and rolling his wrists a bit as he does so. He slides into the ring and walks over to his corner, where he beckons the referee over and makes them check his pads and boots for any hidden objects.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Niskayuna, New York! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is “The Minimalist” BLAAAAKE ROOOOOGERRRSSSS!!!

The lights in the arena fade to a rose color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system and a mixed reaction resonates among the audience, though heavily saturated with boos. Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a mild expression on her face as she surveys the audience. She raises a brow at the reaction, sauntering down the ramp, only to pause in the front of the ring as her music abruptly cuts, being replaced by Stefflon Don’s “Lik Down” to a rush of negativity from New Mexico.

A smirk crosses Sadie’s lips as NEON’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with the already-deafening sea of boos from the audience. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.

Kris Cruise: The Queen of Mean looks a little… miffed, coming out here.

Stephy Auger: Obviously! Not only does Camp Envi have to team with Blake Rogers instead of the Chief, but Sadie just ran out here without even waiting for NEON!

Kris Cruise: I thought Camp Envi was a well oiled machi--

Stephy Auger: It is!

The lights suspend again and NEON makes her way down the ramp, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually, but stops in front of Sadie, getting close to her to say something that the cameras can’t pick up. Sadie just nods and smiles at whatever NEON says, prompting an eyeroll from “The Queen of Mean.” With another glare toward Sadie, NEON walks towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound, while Sadie sits on the center of the apron, looking back out into the audience with a small smirk before sliding inside the ring, using the ropes to pull herself to her feet.

The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and NEON walks slowly backwards into her corner, demanding that Sadie “come here now.” Sadie shrugs and does as she’s told as the music fades.

J.A. Aldridge: And his partners, representing Camp Envi… “THE POPE” SADIE SAAAAAAN FRAAAAANCISSSSSCOOOOOO and “THE QUEEN OF MEAN” NEEEEEEOOOOON!!!

Kris Cruise: It looks like Brian Stryker and Sadie San Francisco are gonna start things off for their respective teams, Stephy. These two are no strangers to each other.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, I’m sure Stryker hasn’t forgotten all the times he’s come up short against The Pope!

The bell sounds as Stryker and Sadie start things off with a lock up. The crowd boos as The Pope quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. Sadie begins to wrench in the hold, which causes Stryker to let out a groan. The ref checks in with Papa Stryker and asks if he wants to give up. But Stryker refuses. He then shoves Sadie off of him and into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Stryker knocks her down to the canvas with a standing shoulder block. He then takes off into the ropes. When Stryker returns, Sadie returns and leapfrogs over him. Stryker then continues to run into the ropes. When Stryker returns, the crowd cheers when he brings Sadie down to the canvas with a running hurricanrana. Sadie gets back to her feet, but she gets quickly knocked back down by a dropkick. After Sadie returns to a vertical base, Stryker throws out another dropkick. This time, Sadie is able to move out of the way as Stryker catches nothing but air. As Stryker tries to return to his feet, Sadie reaches over and applies a front facelock before delivering sharp elbows to the back of the neck. After reapplying the front facelock, Sadie moves backwards into the corner. From there, Blake Rogers tags himself in.

The crowd boos as The Minimalist enters the ring and nails Stryker with a double ax handle smash across the back. While Stryker arches his back in pain, Rogers turns him around, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then follows up with several clubbing strikes across the back. After turning around and pointing across the ring at Tijerina, Rogers brings Stryker from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Stryker returns, Rogers goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But Stryker counters with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown.

Kris Cruise: That’s what Rogers gets for taking his eyes off the ball!

As Rogers gets up, Stryker rushes over and delivers a running hurricanrana, sending Rogers through the ropes and onto the apron. As The Minimalist pulls himself up, Stryker goes over and nails him with a shoulder thrust through the ropes. He then takes Rogers and goes for a vertical suplex back inside, but Rogers blocks the move. So Stryker tries to muscle him up for another vertical suplex. But again, Rogers blocks. He then grabs a hold of Stryker and goes for a vertical suplex to the floor. The crowd gasps as Stryker is lifted into the air. But he’s able to slip down from behind and land safely on the floor. Stryker then quickly grabs Rogers by the ankles and yanks him off the apron. After Rogers smacks his chin against the edge of the apron, Stryker slides back inside and runs into the far ropes. After making the tag to Tijerina, Stryker runs back across the ring and connects with a baseball slide to the chest, knocking Rogers down.

Kris Cruise: What does The Spanish Sweetheart have in stole for his hated rival?

After Rogers gets up and makes his way back towards the ring, Tijerina darts across the ring, leaps through the ropes and knocks Rogers down with a running front dropkick to the face. The cheers continue as he mounts himself on top of Rogers and hammers away with a flurry of right hands to the face.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina’s been waiting to get his hands on Rogers for weeks! Look at him go!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but not before letting Stryker do damage first! If he were a real man, he would have challenged Rogers to start the match off with him!

Tijerina picks up Rogers and rolls him back inside. After climbing back up onto the apron, Tijerina scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and goes for the Guerro Splash (frog splash). But Rogers gets his knees up, causing Tijerina to crash down across them. The crowd boos as Tijerina bounces off of Rogers knees. While The Spanish Sweetheart curls himself up, Rogers returns to his feet. The boos continue as The Minimalist puts the boots to Tijerina. He then reaches down, deadlifts Tijerina off the canvas and throws him down with a gutwrench suplex. He makes the cover.

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Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: What a suplex by Rogers, showing off his technique as well as raw power!

Stephy Auger: It’s about time you said something nice about The Minimalist!

Rogers picks up Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers runs over and knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. Rogers marches back over, picks up Tijerina and whips him back into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers runs over and turns him inside out with a clothesline. Rogers marches back over, yanks up Tijerina and nails him with repeated knees to the midsection, doubling him over. He then takes Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers goes for a running knee to the midsection. But Tijerina flips over the knee, rolls him up with a schoolboy, lifts Rogers off the mat and slams him down with a Sombra Driver (schoolboy suplex)! He makes the cover.

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Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Rogers gets the shoulder up. But what a counter that was by Tijerina!

Stephy Auger: Yaaaaay, let’s praise a move that didn’t win him the match yaaaay!

Tijerina picks up Rogers and whips him into the corner. He then charges across the ring to attack. But Rogers ducks and dumps him over the top rope. After Tijerina lands on the apron, he doubles Rogers with a shoulder thrust when he turns around. Tijerina then follows up with a sunset flip.

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Rogers kicks out.

After both men return to their feet, Rogers beats Tijerina to the punch with a kick to the midsection. He then goes to lift Tijerina up for a brainbuster. But Tijerina knees him in the head on the way up. After Tijerina is lowered back down, Tijerina throws out a roundhouse kick. But Rogers ducks and goes to follow up with a German Suplex. But Tijerina is able to land on his feet! He then turns and runs into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers lifts him up and throws him down with a rolling spinebuster. The boos continue as he rolls across Tijerina and hooks the leg.

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Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers picks up Tijerina, slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle and holds his hand out for the tag. NEON looks Rogers up and down before reluctantly tagging in.

Kris Cruise: I’d ask what NEON’s problem is, but I can’t recall a time when she didn’t have an attitude.

Stephy Auger: ...Wait until The Chief hears about this...

The boos continue as NEON gets in and lights up Tijerina’s chest with knife edge chops. After a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection, The Queen of Mean brings The Spanish Sweetheart from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Tijerina returns, NEON knocks him down with a running front dropkick. She makes the cover

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Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

NEON picks up Tijerina and whips him into the corner. After running across the ring and sending Tijerina slumping down with a running wheel kick, NEON makes her way back across the ring. She then rushes back to the opposite side of the ring and throws out a running crossbody. But Tijerina rolls out onto the apron, causing NEON to crash into the turnbuckles.

Kris Cruise: Nobody was home on that one! Can Tijerina use this opening to tag out to either of his opponents?

Stephy Auger: Let’s hope not!

As NEON rolls away from the corner, Tijerina rolls himself back inside. After pulling himself up using the ropes, Tijerina staggers over towards the corner before tagging in Lowri Moss. The crowd cheers as Moss gets in and rushes over to attack NEON.

Stephy Auger: Of course the crowd would cheer for a THIEF like Lowri Moss.

After a pair of running clotheslines, she picks up The Queen of Mean and goes for an irish whip. But NEON reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. When Moss returns, NEON sets up for a back body drop. But Moss quickly stops and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. She makes the cover.

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NEON kicks out.

Moss picks up NEON and goes for an irish whip. But again, NEON reverses. When Moss returns, NEON throws out a discus forearm. But Moss ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Moss returns, she brings NEON down with an STO. The cheers continue as she makes the cover.

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NEON gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Moss continues to run on all cylinders as she takes it to NEON!

Stephy Auger: Oh please, Cruise, put the pom poms down and just call the match, would you?

After a headbutt sends NEON stumbling back into the corner, Moss heads over and moves NEON out of the way. She then climbs up to the middle ropes, grabs NEON and goes for a Tornado DDT. But NEON counters by pushing Moss off of her in mid air. After Moss lands on her feet, she rushes back over to attack. But NEON knocks her down with a big boot, eliciting boos from the crowd. She then picks up Moss, marches back across the ring and slams her face-first onto the top turnbuckle before tagging Sadie back in. The boos continue as The Pope gets back in, places Moss in the Tree of Woe and follows up with a stomp to the jaw. While Moss hangs helplessly upside down, Sadie walks back across the ring and almost into Moss’ corner. She then shoots glances at both Tijerina and Stryker before turning around and running back into her corner. She goes for a baseball slide. But Moss evades with the baseball slide by sitting up. She then reaches over and nails NEON with a back elbow before punching Rogers in the face. After Moss flips down from the top turnbuckle, she gets caught with a shoulder thrust through the ropes from Sadie. As Moss stumbles back, The Pope scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks her down with a diving knee drop. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Moss gets her shoulder up.

Sadie picks up Moss and whips her into the ropes. When Moss returns, Sadie scoops her up from the side and drives her down with an angled sidewalk slam. She hooks the leg.

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Moss gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Sadie San Fran tried to drive the back of Moss’ neck into the canvas with that angled sidewalk slam. But it only gets two.

After picking up Moss, Sadie delivers a kneeling jawbreaker, sending Moss stumbling back against the ropes. The Pope then returns to her feet before running into the far ropes. When Sadie returns, Moss comes from off the ropes and knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. Moss then slowly picks up Sadie before whipping her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Moss scoops her up, spins and throws her down with a Blue Thunder Bomb.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

Moss picks up Sadie and goes for an irish whip. But Sadie reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. When Moss returns, Sadie sets up for a back body drop. But Moss stops and counters with a kick to the face. While Sadie staggers back, Moss turns, dives over towards her corner and tags Stryker back in.

Kris Cruise: Stryker’s the legal man!

The crowd cheers as Stryker scales to the top turnbuckle, tightrope walks among the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks Sadie down with a crossbody block.

Kris Cruise: Flight of the Valkyries!

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

Stryker picks up Sadie and connects with the First Stryker (arm twist/hook kick combo), sending The Pope backwards into the corner. After climbing up onto the middle ropes, Stryker punches Sadie while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV-

Sadie slips out from the bottom, turns around, grabs Stryker and yanks him off the middle ropes. After Stryker smacks his face across the top turnbuckle, Sadie turns him around and delivers a Downward Spiral. She makes the cover.

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Stryker gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Good ring awareness there by the veteran to avoid the three count.

Stephy Auger: Looked like luck to me.

Sadie picks up Stryker and delivers left forearm strikes before running into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Stryker connects with a dropsault, lands on his feet and follows up with a running Shooting Star Press. The cheers continue as he hooks the leg.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Great combo there by Stryker. But to Sadie’s credit, she gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Nope! Nope! Don’t start sucking up to Camp Envi now, Cruise...

Stryker picks up Sadie and sends her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, Stryker drops her down to one knee after a low dropkick to the leg. He then returns to his feet before heading back into the ropes. When Stryker returns, he delivers a spiking hurricanrana. While Sadie is sprawled out on the canvas, Stryker drags her into position before stepping out onto the apron. He then scales to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off and goes for the Air Stryke (Shooting Star Press). But Sadie rolls out of the way, causing Stryker to crash on the apron.

Kris Cruise: OH NO!

Stephy Auger: OH YES! He missed! He missed! Thank GOD he missed! Now c’mon Sadie! Crawl over to the corner and tag in NEON so she can save the day for the team and make The Chief happy!

Kris Cruise: … and you wanted ME to put the pom poms down and just call the action?

After Stryke slowly returns to his feet, he turns into the Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike). Sadie makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Stryker gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: I see Stryker’s getting stubborn in his old age...

Sadie picks up Stryker and whips him into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Stryker hangs onto the ropes. Sadie then goes over to attack. But Stryker ducks and dumps her over the top rope and to the floor. When Stryker turns around, Rogers heads over and nails him with a forearm strike to the face. He then sets up Stryker for a vertical suplex to the outside. But Moss quickly rushes across the ring and pulls Stryker down. After moving Stryker out of the way, she nails Rogers is a shoulder thrust through the ropes and goes for a vertical suplex back into the ring. But Rogers blocks it. NEON then goes over, grabs Moss and goes for a double suplex off the apron. But Tijerina runs over and pulls Moss back down. After grabbing a hold of Rogers, Tijerina and Moss go to suplex Rogers and NEON back inside. But Rogers and NEON block. After Sadie climbs up onto the apron and grabs Tijerina, Sadie, Rogers and NEON triple suplex Tijerina and Moss off the apron and to the floor!

Kris Cruise: Blake Rogers and Camp Envi with the triple suplex off the apron and to the floor! That can’t feel good for either side!

As everyone begins to stir on the floor, Stryker climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and crouches down.

Stephy Auger: What is that senile old man doing up there?

Once everyone returns to their feet and look up, Stryke stands up, flips off and knocks everyone down with a Shooting Star Plancha to the floor. The crowd explodes with cheers.

Kris Cruise: Brian Stryker just wiped out everyone! There’s bodies all over the place!

While everyone is down on the outside, the ref starts his count.

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FOUR!






The crowd continue to count along with the ref. But their chants soon switch to boos as AMIRA marches down the aisle with a steel chair in hand.

Kris Cruise: That’s AMIRA!

Stephy Auger: No kidding!

Kris Cruise: And she’s got a steel chair in hand!

Without discrimination, AMIRA grips the chair and begins whacking away across the backs of the six grapplers at ringside. The bell sounds as the crowd erupts with boos.

Kris Cruise: What is AMIRA doing!? Why is she doing this!?

Stephy Auger: You know exactly why she’s doing this! How dare they try and stake a claim at her championship!

Kris Cruise: That’s what happens when you’re a champion! Potential challengers want the title that you have!

Stephy Auger: Not anymore, Cruise! Not under AMIRA’s rules!

After a final chairshot across the back of Moss, AMIRA throws down the chair as she surveys the damage around her. Moss, Stryker, Tijerina, Rogers, NEON and Sadie all lay on the floor writhing in pain. Satisfied with a job well done, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion makes her way back up the aisle before turning to the crowd and hoisting her guardy version of the championship over her head in triumph.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

"I said my performance wasn't good enough on AfterBurn, and I stand by that now."

James Edwards' odd dialect, a mix of Southern twang and Midwestern neutrality, echoes off the walls of an empty hallway. His eyes avoid the lens of the camera, not out of embarrassment but out of fixation. In his right paw rests a baseball. Edwards slowly rotates the ball along the stitching and then grips for a few moments.

James Edwards: The point of a battle royal is to make it to the end, every fighter in this sport knows that. Any talk about how many people you threw over the rope or how long you lasted is a f*ckin' consolation prize. You use that sh*t to make yourself feel better about missing out on what matters. I'm not the kind of guy that needs to feel good; I can take disappointment.

The camera catches him squeezing the ball so hard that his knuckles turn the same shade of white.

James Edwards: What kills me is that I didn't make a good enough of an impression to even get a fight on Vertigo. I get how loaded the roster is. I get that this company is the best of the best, but it still blows that I have to wait. I didn't come to FGA to wonder around the halls and be a phantom; I didn't come to talk. That's not who I am. I'm a fighter. I wanna prove myself here, but how am I gonna build up any momentum if I ain't doing the thing this place brought me in to do in the first place? The answer is simple: I ain't!

The Burning Heart doesn't explode, but he does he slam the ball down on the ground. It goes sky high, or ceiling high in this case. Edwards catches it without looking, on pure instinct alone. The sight is impressive, to say the least.

James Edwards: I'm an easy guy to work with, management. I don't want special treatment; I just want a chance. Give me that, and I promise I won't let ya'll down.

Out of nowhere, he chucks his ball at the wall and snags it on the rebound. The camera operator waits while Edwards plays catch with himself, expecting him to say something, anything for that matter. However, Edwards seems lost in the ritual, either he is numbing out or deep in the thought. Either way, FGA fans will have to be patient, because the scene ends the way it began, with James Edwards, fixated on the baseball.

[FGA Office]

Evan Envi and Stunray vs. Noelle Smith & Daniel Widdel

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall!

The frantic opening to “Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system to a deafening chorus of boos from the audience. As purple-colored strobes flicker throughout the darkened arena, Evan Envi walks through the curtains toward the top of the ramp. He pauses, looking out among the audience before casually making his way toward the ring, a look of disgust crossing his face as he endures the jeers. He pauses just once at the top of the ramp, looking out around the venue once more, as if taking it in.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Ocean City, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and four pounds, he is “The Chief” EVAAANNN ENNNVIIII!

Finally, as Envi walks up the steel steps and onto the apron, the lights slowly return to normal. Envi climbs the ropes like a staircase, raising the double “V” fingers into the air as he pauses on the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, fingers still raised above his head as he marches toward the far set of ropes, looking out into the audience with disdain, muttering something beneath his breath as his music fades and his arms lower to his side. The boos intensify during this time and Evan paces around the bit a bit, eyes venturing out to the audience.

Stephy Auger: How rude can these people get?!

Kris Cruise: I’m sure they’d be willing to let you, and your Chief know.

The boos threaten to grow louder than even the music did as seconds pass with Envi pacing around the ring, nodding, muttering “I’ll remember this” as an ”EVAN SUCKS!” chant picks up momentum. The boos only continue to rain down as the signature guitar riff of “Psycho” by Muse blasts into the excited air of the sold out arena.

J.A. Aldridge: And his tag team partner, from Rochester, New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… STUNNNRAAAAYYY!

Stephy Auger: The number one stunnah, Cruise! The best partner the Chief could’ve hoped for!

Kris Cruise: Well, Evan Envi has been incredibly vocal about how valuable his tag team partner is this week. I, personally, take everything he says with an air of skepticism but the two worked well together for a bit in the Gold Rush Rumble. But a few minutes in that environment, and competing in a tag team match here on Vertigo are two totally different beasts. We’ll see how well they mesh, standing toe-to-toe with all their dirty laundry.

The drums start pounding away and Stunray strides out onto the stage with his arms outstretched into the air. The camera zooms up to him as he stops dead center on the FGA stage. He moves his outstretched hands inward multiple times as if he’s asking for more negativity. He puts his arms down and begins to walk down the ramp towards the squared circle. He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring. He reaches it, climbs the stairs and walks along the ring apron. He lifts his arms again as he reaches the center of the apron and looks upwards towards the lights to the tune of an unimpressed crowd. He slowly drops his arms before climbing between the second and third ropes, into the ring, walking up to Envi to begin discussing strategy.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents… introducing first…

Acoustic chords of "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots echo through the sound system.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… DANIEL WIIIIDDELLLL!

When the hard hitting chorus hits, Daniel Widdel steps on stage. He extends out his arms out to his sides leaning his head back soaking in the positive reaction from the fans. Daniel lowers his arms to pause for a moment to take in everything. Daniel eyes the ring while he walks down the walkway. Daniel jumps onto the apron and springs himself over the top rope. Daniel walks to the furthest right turnbuckle and shouts to pump up the fans and himself as his music fades.

Stephy Auger: What the hell is Widdel so excited about? He’s about to lose to the number one stunnah!

Kris Cruise: Is that phrase not trademarked?

“Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up. We cut toward Evan Envi who sits in his corner, glaring up the ramp at Noelle Smith before we return toward the Grappler making her entrance.

J.A. Aldridge: And introducing his tag team partner, on her way to the ring, hailing from Orlando, Florida, this is NOELLLLEEE SMITH!

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)

She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily.

Stephy Auger: Don’t wave over here.

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith and Evan Envi have had their own brand of personal drama for the better part of two years. It’s a shame that it’s devolved into this but throughout all of it, Noelle has polished herself and found a confidence that wasn’t present when she first came here. Evan Envi is as skilled, as crafty, and as innovative as he’s ever been, but he’s been missing focus. Some might say our Chief is descending into madness.

Stephy Auger: Don’t you dare. So much for objective commentary, Cruise. Sure, Noelle is a beacon of light. Sure, Widdel is sooooo driven. But Stunray’s a trademark thief and Evan’s unstable?! Bias!

Kris Cruise: Hm.

Noelle’s music fades and after a brief discussion with Daniel Widdel, Noelle starts things off for her team! And after a similar conversation… Stunray steps through the ropes out to his corner, watching as Envi starts off for his!

Kris Cruise: Whoa…

Stephy Auger: Wha-- Chief, you have nothing to prove! SHE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR WELLBEING!

The bell sounds and Evan screams for Noelle to come forward. Noelle moves closer, raising her guard. Envi takes a stride forward and the two are within a foot from each other in the center of the ring when suddenly…

Kris Cruise: What!

...Evan turns and walks back to his corner, tagging in Stunray to a chorus of boos from the audience. Stunray steps through the ropes, eyes focused on Noelle. Noelle mouths something to Evan-- but Stunray rushes forward for a Running Clothesline! Noelle ducks, and as Stunray shoots the ropes, Noelle leaps up for a release Hurricanrana! Stunray rolls to his feet and comes off the ropes into a high Dropkick! He pushes himself back to a vertical base, but is caught with a forearm smash this time, and a second, third, fourth, and fifth, groggily knocking him against the ropes! Noelle grabs his arm and goes to Irish Whip Stunray against the ropes--

--but he counters, following up with a hard Running Clothesline immediately off Noelle’s rebound, driving her to the canvas! Stunray nails three elbow drops in rapid succession before rising to his feet, smirking into the audience to a chorus of boos. He turns and drops a fourth elbow on Noelle Smith before hooking both legs for a cover!

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Noelle throws a shoulder off of the canvas, but Stunray forces her up by the hair, ignoring scolding from the referee. He Irish Whips her across the ring and jumps up for a Dropkick of his own… but Noelle catches herself on the ropes, allowing Stunray to land on his back, awkwardly! Immediately upon landing, Noelle grabs his legs and flips over him for a jackknife pin!

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith with the quick cover, and I think she’s got Stunray caught here!

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Stunray bridges out of the maneuver to a mixed reaction from the audience. He turns Noelle around in the sustained gutwrench before hooking her left leg and delivering a Fisherman’s Suplex! He pins Noelle to the canvas and the referee drops back into position!

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Stephy Auger: And Noelle barely kicks out! She’s clearly hyped up like Daniel Widdel over there with all the false confidence in the world!

Kris Cruise: And now Stunray’s got Noelle back to her feet in his corner. This is the last place Smith wants to be.

Stunray drives Noelle head-first into the top turnbuckle in his corner before tagging in Evan Envi to a chorus of boos from the audience. Stunray throws Noelle to the mat by her hair, and while Noelle immediately pushes herself up to her hands and knees, Evan slingshots over the top rope to deliver an Elbow Drop to her spine! The audience boos even louder and Evan sits upright, shaking his head at the audience with an empty half-smile on his face. He rolls to his feet, stalking Noelle from behind as she climbs to her feet.

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith has been perfectly setup by this surprisingly-fluid tag team of Stunray and Evan Envi!

Noelle finally reaches her feet and Envi grabs her from behind, delivering a Saito Suplex! He yells out into the already-raucous crowd and turns, measuring the groggy Noelle to her feet again. Noelle staggers upright into a Belly-to-Back Suplex where Envi slides into a cover, hooking the far leg!

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Evan nods a bit to himself, pulling himself up and delivering an Irish Whip, sending Noelle roughly into a neutral corner. Boos resonate throughout the audience once again as Envi looks out among the masses, shaking his head a bit. He runs, nailing the far corner before rebounding at full-speed toward Noelle Smith-- and Noelle counters with a running knee to the gut! Evan flips onto his back in surprise, legs caught up in the corner! Noelle leaps into the air, delivering a knee drop to the sternum of Envi! Envi coughs, rolling onto his side in pain. Noelle staggers to her corner, slapping the outstretched hand of Daniel Widdel to a pop from the audience!

Stephy Auger: And here comes the man that can’t even coordinate live appearances with his wife! There’s no hope!

Kris Cruise: I think Daniel Widdel would disagree! And here he is, right after the Chief!

Widdel rushes forward and, without hesitation, delivers a Superman Punch to the groggy Evan Envi!

Kris Cruise: Hitman! Just like that!

Stephy Auger: You have GOT to be kidding me.

The audience nearly erupts at the immediate signature move! Evan collapses to the canvas and Widdel is quick to slide into the cover, hooking both legs while the entire audience chants along with the referee!

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The audience groans as Evan Envi just barely kicks out, rolling to the ropes with a look of shock on his face! Daniel Widdel sits in the center of the ring, a discontent look on his face. He pushes himself back up, reaching for Envi, though Envi pulls himself beneath the bottom rope and out to the apron, demanding that the referee shoo Widdel away. The ref obliges, telling Widdel to back away from the ropes while Evan re-enters…

...but Envi rushes forward, throwing a forearm at Widdel! Widdel fights back, hitting right and left hands of his own and the referee desperately tries to check for illegal strikes. Widdel finally gains the upper hand in the flurry with a hard right hand to Envi’s jaw, sending him reeling! Widdel shoots the ropes, rebounding with a running straight kick to the jaw! The shot echoes throughout the venue and Envi crashes to the mat in a daze!

Kris Cruise: What a vicious shot by Daniel Widdel! The Chief might be out cold!

Widdel hooks the far leg and the ref drops down to make the count!

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”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

The ref ushers Stunray out of the ring, to which Stunray objects, intending to apologize to Stunray. Repeatedly he shouts “it’s not personal!” as he’s ushered back to his corner. And Widdel looks back at him as he rises to his feet… but turns around into a sharp roundhouse kick from the quickly-stirring Evan Envi! The shot is deafening! Widdel’s knees buckle and he collapses to the canvas before Envi steps over him, making the tag to Stunray!

Stephy Auger: Are you admiring this teamwork, Cruise?!

Kris Cruise: Envi and Stunray are eerily on the same page tonight, all jokes aside. It’s not a good time to be Daniel Widdel.

Stephy Auger: Is it ever?!

Stunray locks Widdel in a Sleeper Hold on the mat. Widdel reaches out desperately for the ropes, but they sit over two feet away, beyond his reach. The camera focuses on the back of Noelle Smith, showing her leaning over the ropes to shout words of encouragement to Daniel Widdel… though, out of focus, we see Evan Envi in the background. We slowly zoom into focus, revealing a cold, blank stare directed toward Noelle Smith.

Inside the ring, Widdel begins to fade in the Sleeper Hold but a rhythmic clap begins to gain momentum in the crowd. Stunray glares at all sides of the audience, wrenching the hold tighter before shouting to the referee, ”ask him!” The referee kneels down, asking Widdel if he wants to submit, but he gains no response. The ref picks up his hand, and allows it to fall to the mat.

”ONE!”

The audience begins to boo, though Stunray grins,, screaming ”goodnight!” before wrenching the hold tighter. Widdel flinches, but his eyes fall closed. Stunray’s grin broadens and the ref lifts Widdel’s hand a second time, allowing it to fall.

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Stephy Auger: Call it a night, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: This might be the end for the team of Smith and Widdel. Stunray and Envi came here with a game plan and it Widdel is feeling all of the effects…

The ref raises Widdel’s arm a third time and lets go-- but it stays raised in the air! The audience cheers loudly and Stunray’s eyes grow wide. Grunting in frustration, he forces Widdel to his feet and uses all of his weight to shove him against the ropes… but Widdel rebounds, driving Stunray to the canvas with an STO! Stunray clutches the back of his head and Widdel pushes himself up, pulling Stunray along with him. He mutters something to Stunray as he grabs him by both sides of his head… and turns him around, driving him across his shoulder with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Stunray bounces into the air before hitting the canvas! Widdel makes the cover, hooking the near leg!

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Kris Cruise: And Daniel Widdel makes the comeback in a huge way here! Evan Envi looks completely flabbergasted!

Widdel pushes himself upright and backs into his corner, allowing Noelle Smith to tag herself in! Smith moves to the center of the apron and Envi screams words of warning to Stunray, but the dazed Stunray pulls himself to his feet, only to be nailed with a Springboard Cross Body! He’s driven to the canvas and Noelle Smith hooks both legs while Envi stomps and shouts for Stunray to ”KICK THE HECK OUT!” on the apron.

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Stephy Auger: Thank God for the Chief’s positive energy!

Kris Cruise: Yeah. That. And now it looks like Noelle is going to the outside again, ready to take Stunray down!

Noelle rolls out to the apron once more. Envi throws his hands up, still screaming warnings to Stunray. Once more, Stunray staggers upright and Noelle goes for a Springboard Knee Strike-- but Stunray ducks! Noelle lands on her feet and turns around, only to get nailed with a Snap Suplex by Stunray! Noelle climbs back to her feet, but she’s met with a second Snap Suplex! Groaning in pain, Noelle rolls onto her knees, looking up at the grinning face of Stunray. He grabs her by the hair, throwing her face-first into the bottom turnbuckle to a groan from the audience!

Kris Cruise: This just seems unnecessary…

Stephy Auger: Injury to Insult, Cruise!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Stunray uses his boot to drive Noelle’s face against the bottom turnbuckle in a neutral corner. The ref counts as a warning to Stunray.


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Stunray breaks, taking a step back from the turnbuckle with a wide grin… before he rushes forward, going for a Dropkick to Noelle Smith!

--but at the last possible second, Noelle evades, possibly by accident, moving her head kilometers out of harm’s way, Stunray’s boots only catching her hair! As he’s tripped up on the bottom turnbuckle, Noelle rolls him up with a Schoolboy! The ref drops into the count in perfect position!

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Kris Cruise: Ugh. Evan Envi…

Envi slingshots himself into the ring, driving a boot to the ribs of Noelle Smith, knocking her off of Stunray! Angrily the referee demands “The Chief” exit the ring. With a raised eyebrow at the ref, Envi mutters something to him but does as he’s told, stepping through the ropes, palms raised. In the background, however, as Noelle pulls Stunray upright, she’s caught with a thumb to the eye!

Kris Cruise: Oh, come on.

Stephy Auger: What?! What happened?! I missed it!

Noelle backs close to the corner, unknowingly, hands over her eyes. Stunray pushes himself to his feet and rushes the corner, leaping upright and nailing the Stunray Splash! The back of Noelle’s head is driven into the top turnbuckle and she falls forward to the mat! The continuous boos resonate throughout the audience and Stunray pushes Noelle over, hooking both legs for the cover again!

Stephy Auger: STUNRAY SPLASH! THIS IS IT! Sorry about your damn luck, Noellidell!

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Kris Cruise: And Noelle kicks out!

Stunray looks shocked, but Evan Envi stomps his foot in the corner, yelling for the tag!

Stephy Auger: Tag the Chief! Crawl, Stunray! Crawl!

A loud ”WE WANT DANIEL!” chant begins to resonate, attempting to will Noelle toward her corner as Stunray quickly crawls to his. He reaches his knees and tags in Evan Envi, who climbs into the ring with wide eyes focused on Noelle. Noelle uses the ropes near her corner to pull herself up. Daniel Widdel shouts words of warning at Noelle… but she’s drilled with a running Lariat to the back, knocking her against the ropes and back into a release German Suplex from Envi, who rises to his knees, giving Daniel Widdel a wink.

Stephy Auger: Stand up and applaud, Cruise! This is amazing! What a once-in-a-lifetime tag team!

Kris Cruise: Yeah. Definitely…

Envi says to Widdel “say goodbye” before he turns, picking Noelle up by the hair. to a chorus of boos… but Noelle counters, pinning Envi to the mat with an Inside Cradle, shifting all of her weight onto his shoulders to a roar from the crowd!

Kris Cruise: Fruit Roll-Up!

Stephy Auger: Hypocrite! You talk about trademarks!

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Kris Cruise: Evan Envi kicks out, but Noelle Smith is back up to her feet right as he is!

Envi goes for a roundhouse kick, but Noelle ducks! Envi spins around and Noelle nails one of her own! Envi reels and Noelle pulls her into the Muay Thai Clinch to a pop from the crowd! She delivers a series of stiff knees to his sternum and jaw before Envi is able to shove her off, scrambling away but dropping to a knee! He turns back around toward her… and Noelle delivers a Superkick to his jaw! Envi goes stiff to the delight of the audience before he collapses to the mat! Noelle lands next to him, but she’s unable to capitalize! Daniel Widdel stomps his foot against the apron, prompting the audience to begin a rhythmic clap in favor of Noelle! Noelle reaches her hands and knees, looking back at Evan before seeing the outstretched hand of Daniel Widdel! She crawls forward, a determined look on her face as she reaches for her tag team partner… and finally leaps forward, slapping his hand!

Kris Cruise: And in comes Daniel Widdel!

Stephy Auger: No one asked for this!

There's a pop as Widdel rushes into the ring. He waits for Envi to stagger upright before planting him with a One-Handed Spinebuster! Stunray paces on the apron and Envi uses the ropes to pull himself up. With a glance to Stunray, Widdel shoots the ropes and rebounds toward Envi, looking for an Enzuigiri… but Envi ducks beneath his foot! Widdel rises to his feet but turns around into an Exploder Suplex from Envi that sends him roughly into the ropes! Widdel lands on the back of his head and neck but staggers back upright within seconds, turning his glare toward Envi again. Envi rises to his feet and both men race toward each other with Widdel going for a hard Clothesline… but Envi slides beneath his arm before springing back up to his feet. Widdel turns, caught with a Ura-Nage by his slightly smaller opponent!

Kris Cruise: And Envi with a receipt for Widdel, but just like Noelle Smith before him, Evan can’t capitalize on behalf of his team!

Envi breathes heavily, pulling himself up to a knee. He shouts something at Widdel that the cameras don’t pick up. He stalks Widdel from behind… and leaps up, grabbing him by the shoulders, looking for the Lungblower!

Stephy Auger: BPA!

Kris Cruise: Not quite!

Widdel grabs the top rope and Envi hits the mat empty-handed, though he’s able to roll back through to his feet. He rushes Widdel, but both men smash into each other with running Lariats! The audience roars as Widdel stirs first, going to push Evan over for a pin, but Evan continues to roll away, all the way to his corner! He reaches upright, tagging in Stunray to a rowdy chorus of boos. Stunray steps inside the ring, watching as Widdel finally pushes himself upright. Stunray signals for the end, and once Widdel rises of his feet Stunray kicks him in the gut and goes for the Stunray Stunner-- but Widdel shoves him off, sternum-first into the corner!

Stephy Auger: How in the world-- get back on him!

Widdel staggers toward his corner as Stunray writhes in agony on the canvas. He stands withiin inches of Noelle’s reach, stretching out his arm to tag her hand….

...but Noelle is yanked from the apron from behind, her jaw slamming into the top of it as she’s knocked to the audience!

Stephy Auger: YES! YES, THIS IS THE STRATEGY, CRUISE! IT’S IN MOTION!

Kris Cruise: Are you-- come on! Evan Envi is launching a completely illegal assault on Noelle Smith outside the ring!

Stephy Auger: Oh, it’s legal, Cruise! It’s legal!

Boos resonate throughout the audience as Envi stomps away at Noelle who sits, cornered between the ring and the steel steps. Envi finally relents after nearly ten seconds, screaming into the audience ”SHUT UP!” The boos only grow louder in response, drowning out the referee who tries desperately to get Evan to back off. Envi’s eyes grow wider as he looks at Noelle. He breathes heavily, leaning forward, looking right into her face,

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Widdel turns back to the hurt Stunray… but Stunray grabs Widdel by his tights, leaning back and driving him face-first into the middle turnbuckle! Widdel goes limp, his face resting against the corner.

Kris Cruise: And Stunray inside the ring with a handful of tights, driving Widdel right into that steel turnbuckle! If this was all strategy, I’m not surprised. This is disgusti-- NOW what is Envi doing?

Envi lifts Noelle up by the hair, yelling for the cameraman and several fans to get out of the way. He rushes the barricade and launches Noelle over it into the front row! Noelle smashes across the chairs in the front of the arena, groaning in pain. Envi climbs over the barricade after her, dragging her by the hair, through the audience.

Kris Cruise: Where in the hell is he going?

Inside the ring, Stunray hoists Widdel up and delivers a Back Suplex, driving him down in the canvas. He rolls out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle to a wary groan from the audience.

Stephy Auger: Stunray doesn’t usually go up top…

Stunray shakily rises to his feet and Widdel rises up afterward-- but Stunray leaps off for a Senton Bomb to the standing Widdel!

Stephy Auger: Stun Grenade!

Kris Cruise: But nobody’s home!

Stunray crashes and burns as Widdel dives out of the way to a pop from the audience! Stunray arches his back in agony and Widdel crawls into the cover, hooking both legs!

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Kris Cruise: It’s just down to Stunray and Widdel in there! Noelle and Envi are fighting throughout the crowd and I think our cameras lost sight of them!

Another rhythmic clap begins for Daniel Widdel by the fans that can only see the action in the ring. He looks out to the turnbuckles himself and the proverbial wheels behind his eyes begin turning. Widdel delivers a stomp to Stunray for good measure before forcing him upright in a front facelock-- and drives him to the canvas with the Spike DDT! Quickly, Widdel pushes Stunray over for the cover, hooking the near leg!

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Widdel sighs, looking back toward the turnbuckles with a thoughtful expression.

Kris Cruise: You have to imagine that Daniel Widdel is looking for the Diving Elbow Drop that’s led him to victories in the past before he even came to FGA. One well-placed elbow and he could put Stunray away!

Stephy Auger: Stunray isn’t gonna allow it!

A camera catches up with Noelle Smith and Envi in the crowd. The audience members surrounding them let out a series of ”WOOOOOOO!”s as Envi pins Noelle against a vending machine, alternating between European Uppercuts and Knife-Edged Chops! Noelle cries out in pain and sinks to a seated position. Envi pulls her upright by the hair and turns, throwing Noelle face-first against the vending machines to a chorus of boos from a vast majority of those surrounding him. A fan throws a cup of ice down toward Envi to a cheer from the crowd… but Envi bends down, picking up the half-full cup of ice, throwing it as hard as he can at Noelle Smith, turning the cheers swiftly back to boos.

Kris Cruise: This is disgusting. Someone needs to go out there before one of them gets hurt!

Stephy Auger: You mean before Noelle gets hurt!

Envi picks the groggy Noelle up by the hair again, looking up toward the second-story bleachers. The fans roar as the camera pans over to them. Envi points up toward them as he whispers into Noelle’s ear… before dragging her to the staircase by the hair! Noelle staggers along, led behind him.

Kris Cruise: Where the hell is he taking her?!

Stephy Auger: Shut up, Cruise! Evan is doing what Sadie should’ve been able to do weeks ago! Pay attention to the ring while the Chief takes care of business!

Widdel chops at Stunray in the corner inside the ring before Irish Whipping him to the far side-- but Stunray reverses it! Widdel crashes into the turnbuckles and Stunray goes for a stomp to the sternum… but Widdel manages to catch Stunray’s leg and throw it back down, nailing him with a forearm to the jaw! Stunray reels and Widdel hits a kick to the gut before slamming him to the mat with a Sit-Out Powerbomb! The audience roars for the high-impact maneuver and Widdel pins Stunray to the mat!

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Stunray throws the shoulder up to a massive groan from the audience. Widdel falls back onto the canvas, hands over his face, shaking his head.

Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel is losing focus! One more high-impact move like that could put Stunray away but he’s winded! He’s demoralized! And he doesn’t even have the option of tagging out to his partner!

Stephy Auger: Neither does Stunray!

We pan back to the crowd where Envi has dragged Noelle to the top of the staircase. He shoves past rowdy fans on the second-story balcony and drags Noelle to the rail by the hair, driving her forehead-first against it a single time, forcing Noelle to her knees.

Kris Cruise: What the hell is he doing?!

Stephy Auger: Taking care of business!

The audience is deafening as Envi grins, pushing Noelle down into a standing headscissors. He lifts Noelle up into the Powerbomb position and walks toward the edge of the balcony… but Noelle fights back with hard rights and lefts to the face!

Kris Cruise: Noelle might be literally fighting for her career right now!

Noelle pushes herself up-and-over Evan Envi, landing roughly on the laps of a few fans behind Evan. Envi turns around… and he’s caught with a roundhouse kick to the face by Noelle Smith! Envi teeters back… and Noelle rushes forward, nailing a running boot that sends Envi over the railing! Envi tumbles from the second-story balcony, landing roughly on the electrical box below with a THUD! Sparks fly in every direction and the lights in the venue flicker for a moment after the impact!

Stephy Auger: NOOOOOOO! MURDEEERRRREEERRRR!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

Chants of ”HOLY SHIT!” echo throughout the arena. Noelle Smith’s expression is hidden behind her hair as she looks down at the motionless Evan Envi on the concrete below. Equipment and wires have tumbled over on top of him, quickly discarded as security rushes to the scene to untangle Evan Envi while sparks continue to fly and the house lights continue to flicker.

Kris Cruise: I…

Stephy Auger: She tried to kill him! She just tried to kill the Chief! MURDERER!

Kris Cruise: Look!

Inside the ring, Widdel kneels in the corner, breathing heavily as he watches Stunray reach his feet. Widdel rushes forward, blasting him with a Superman Punch! The punch connects flush, sending Stunray to the canvas! Without hesitation, Widdel steps through the ropes to the apron, rushing to the turnbuckles again. He climbs to the top rope, looking out into the audience before leaping off with a Diving Back Elbow Drop!

...and Stunray gets both knees up, connecting with the spine of Widdel! Widdel gasps for air as he connects, jolting upright to his knees!

Stephy Auger: Yes! Justice!

Stunray pushes himself to his feet, breathing heavily. Shakily, Widdel reaches his as well before Stunray delivers a stomp to the gut and finally the Stunray Stunner! Widdel collapses to the canvas and Stunray rolls into the cover! We see Noelle Smith climb back over the barricade as the ref drops into the count!

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The bell sounds as Noelle reaches the apron. She stops, a dejected look crossing her face as Stunray rises to his knees, allowing the ref to raise his hand while “Psycho” hits the PA system.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners… the team of Stunray and Evan ENNNVIIIII!

Kris Cruise: They won. But Evan Envi does not look like a winner right now.

Stephy Auger: CALL THE POLICE! ARREST NOELLE SMITH FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER!

Kris Cruise: Please. Evan Envi tried to do worse to Noelle before she retaliated.

Stunray smirks as his hand is raised… but a mixed reaction resonates throughout the audience and his head turns sharply toward the ramp. We see that Aimee Vaughan, the wife of Daniel Widdel has made her way toward ringside. She looks at Stunray with an indistinguishable look from the bottom of the ramp, but makes her way toward Widdel who sits are ringside. Aimee kneels down beside him, speaking to him… but raising a brow up toward Stunray who paces inside the ring, his face growing red at the sight of Vaughan.

Kris Cruise: Well. We’ve seen Aimee Vaughan out here before. The pieces to this puzzle are still scattered but Stunray is beside himself, despite the victory.

Stephy Auger: So am I! We need a doctor for the Chief!

We capture Noelle Smith, standing on the apron and looking into the area in the audience where Evan Envi is aided to his feet by paramedics and security guards. He looks to be barely conscious as he’d led away from the wreckage.

Stephy Auger: Noelle Smith doesn’t even look sorry, damnit! She’s gonna pay for this!

Kris Cruise: In any event, we can only hope that Envi hasn’t sustained any serious injuries. We’ll keep you updated. Heartbreaking loss here for Daniel Widdel, but interesting developments in the ongoing saga between Widdel and Stunray! So much has happened in this tag team match and I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of it!

We fade to black on the glare of Stunray as he looks down at Widdel and Aimee Vaughan.

[FGA Office]

AMIRA is briskly walking down the hall with a purpose--gaudy custom title belt around her waist--following her disruption of the six person tag earlier in the evening. Her purposeful trek is interrupted by a voice calling out, revealed to be FGA's intrepid interviewer Spencer Burke chasing her down with a microphone in hand.

Spencer Burke: AMIRA! A brief word please?

He stops to catch his breath while she shoots him a death glare.

Spencer Burke: Do you care to comment on what we --

AMIRA's face quickly reddens.

AMIRA: SILENCE!

She snatches the microphone from his hand. While any interviewer is taught not to give their mic up, the piercing shriek which caused him to recoil gave the "Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion" an opportunity to take it away.

AMIRA: You do not get to ask me questions anymore Spencah Burke! AMIRA speaks of her own volition and AMIRA decides what the topic will be. Because I have said it before and I have said it again, but I call the shots now! I am the power, meaning this wretched company bows to my whims! A fact that the individuals in that bout earlier needed to be reminded of. Scheming away, setting their squinty little eyes on my property without permission!

AMIRA waggles her finger.

AMIRA: It is not theirs to lust after, it is mine, mine, mine, mine, mine and they should consider themselves fortunate if they were even granted the opportunity to drag their microphallic peckers through a mile of broken glass simply to bask in my shadow for just a fleeting moment!

She furrows her brow.

AMIRA: Make no mistake, what I hold in my grasp is the most prestigious Championship in all of existence. And right now, right here on Verteego I will prove that, I will demonstrate the superiority of everyone's Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion as I step foot into my ring and strip Sir Christopher of Madison of his dignity, nay ... his pride-- now begone!

With a wild eyed look, she punts the microphone away down the wall, holding her arms out as she walks off while yelling "ALL WILL SUFFER!" into the void.