Vertigo (06.23.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

As the show opens, the ring is filled with bodies. On one side, surrounded by security guards, local police officers, and a few various roster members is the FGA’s resident sociopath and fan idol, Malcolm Drake. Drake, dressed in a pair of dirty jeans, a faded original Murder tee, and a pair of scuffed Chucks, his hair a mangy mess, and a scowl a mile wide sits upon his face. Across from him, surrounded by another sea of various law enforcement officials and assorted roster members is his opponent for Glory Road. Accompanied by his wife, the Crimson Baroness, Chris Bond stands dressed in a pair of khaki shorts, a New Murder tee, and a pair of blue Pumas. Bond’s eyes never leave Drake’s, even as a sea of moving bodies separates the two.

Standing alone in the middle of the ring is a face many may remember, but one rarely seen, Leonard T. Asherman, member of FGA’s Executive Committee. Dressed in his business suit, the man who makes many behind the scenes decisions does not look happy he’s standing in front of the capacity crowd in Denver’s own Pepsi Center. As the fans settle down, the man behind the suit finally speaks up.

Leonard T. Asherman: Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you tonight, as both of these pillars of the FGA stand separated by a sea of personnel--at a great expense mind you--to keep the peace. For weeks now, these two individuals, men who helped build and shape this promotion, whose blood and whose sweat and whose tears have laid every support in our foundation… these two men have spent the better part trying to tear it down to get at one another.

An explosion of cheers erupts as the fans are shown a small video package of both men fighting tooth and nail, punch for punch, kick for kick, suicide dive for referee tossing. Back inside the ring, both men grow agitated as their thirst for one another’s blood begins to grown. Drake begins to pace slowly, like a caged animal, as Bond stands, eyeing him, wringing his hands as the Baroness tries to keep him calm.

Leonard T. Asherman: That last act, where Mr. Drake tossed an official, who didn’t provoke or attack him in any manner, into Mr. Bond as some kind of weapon was unacceptable. This feud, this altercation between the two of you has been a powder keg of emotion and violence that every little spark sets our entire promotion one step closer to an eruption of violence. Innocent people are getting caught in your crossfire and I will not stand for it!

A small chorus of booing starts up in the Pepsi Center. Bond and Drake just shrug it off. Asherman grows slightly more enraged at their apathy.

Leonard T. Asherman: The arrogance the two of you have shown throughout this entire ordeal, where you both believe that this promotion revolves around you. That you can do whatever you want, damn the consequences, well, it ends here tonight. Because not only will I not stand for the two of you risking every staff member, fan, or any other innocent bystander as collateral damage in this personal vendetta the two of you have going, but… neither will the rest of the Executive Committe. Which is why, I am exercising authority upon their behalf.

The two men’s anger for each other stops, momentarily, as they look at Asherman, puzzled. The crowd grows with a sense of impending heartache. They can feel what is about to happen and start booing.

Leonard T. Asherman: Ladies and gentlemen, do not blame me. Do not blame the Board. Do not blame the FGA! These two men have acted like children, petulant children. No! Worse than that! These two men have been behaving like rabid dogs, who, but for the grace of God have yet to severely injure one another, let alone one of the random, innocent people who have been used as fodder for their fight! An example must be made! We will not tolerate this kind of reckless violence!

A thunderstorm of booing and jeering begins to befall the ring. Asherman’s face is red with anger. Bond and Drake are edging closer to blows, it seems neither man likes being lectured to.

Leonard T. Asherman: Anyone who didn’t see this coming was either naive or ignorant, either of which I don’t care!

The Executive Committee member clears his throat and tries to calm himself from his brief fit of rage.

Leonard T. Asherman: It is based on the Committee’s recommendation, and I hereby agree, that the Glory Road main event, one contest scheduled between Chris Bond and Malcolm Drake… is CANCE--

Asherman is interrupted by the sprinting General Manager of Vertigo, Brandon Macdonald, who has made it to the base of the ring.

Brandon Macdonald: If I may interrupt you, Mr. Asherman…

MacDonald starts, but he too is interrupted.

Leonard T. Asherman: NO! No you may not interrupt me, Mr. Macdonald. We’ve already discussed this matter!

Macdonald smiles uncomfortably, putting his hand up to show he’s there for a peaceful conversation. As he steps between the ropes, and heads toward the committee member, Macdonald stops for a moment. He looks at both men, who are beginning to act ravenous, caged beasts ready to strike one another, he looks down at his arms. The camera pans in and he points to his right forearm, the hairs are standing up! The fans are on their feet, waiting with anticipation as to what may be going down. Macdonald stands within mere inches from Asherman as the two men begin having a conversation. As the fans begin chanting “LET THEM FIGHT!”, Asherman looks around in disbelief. The barely audible moments of their conversation randomly erupt throughout the piercing tension in the arena.

“I don’t care! An example must be made!”

Boos are woven throughout this tapestry of cries for violence. Bond and Drake both start pacing, anxiously awaiting their fates and ready to explode into another knock-down, drag-out brawl.

“...add a stipulation guaranteeing that both men can only hurt themselves…”

A small burst of cheering can be heard as Asherman clearly shakes his head no.

“They’re reckless, Brandon! They’re a lawsuit waiting to happen!”

Macdonald shakes his head in disbelief, clearly disagreeing with him that cancelling this match is a huge mistake.

“This match is big bucks, just waiting to happen, Lenny!”

Asherman and Macdonald huddle in together, ensuring that nothing can be heard. Bond and Drake slowly edge closer together as the two men have begun trading insults and threats of violence, clearly not caring whatever is about to befall them. The crowd erupts with anticipation, clearly crying out for blood. Asherman steps forward, placing his hand up, trying to calm the fans down, as well as the two men in the ring. Macdonald stands behind him, dawning a rather confidant smirk.

Leonard T. Asherman: Now, I want you both to know, that I was out here tonight to cancel your upcoming match and to indefinitely suspend you both until both of your contracts expire… BUT… your esteemed General Manager here has come up with a solution to end this once and for all. That being said, we can’t just let the two of you keep running around here, wreaking havoc, destroying FGA property, and endangering our staff and our fans. So, if you two want to act like rabid dogs, well, we’re going to treat you like dogs.

A small build-up of excitement soon begins to fill the arena once more. Asherman looks at both men, Macdonald’s grin is the size of Dallas, Texas, and Bond and Drake are chomping at the bit…

Leonard T. Asherman: At Glory Road, Chris Bond will face Malcolm Drake… and to ensure that you two only hurt one another, you two will be competing in a Dog Collar Match!

The crowd erupts into a violent cheer! Bond and Drake both start smiling, the looks in both men’s eyes showing a rather sadistic look of contentment gleaming in both men. Asherman looks at both men, obviously disgusted at their happiness for this brutal and sadistic stipulation.

Leonard T. Asherman: Don’t be so happy. If either of you two lay a finger on the other before your scheduled contest, I will happily cancel your match and fire each of you personally. Now, get the hell out of here and go prepare for Glory Road!

Asherman shouts at both men, pointing ferociously towards the back. Neither man budges, eyeing the other in an unwinnable staring contest. Bond is pulled back to reality by the Baroness who pulls at him to head to the back. The army of security motions for him to move, as Bond looks at Drake, the two men separated by a foot and a few security guards, exchange words. After a moment, Bond smirks, assuming he’s struck a nerve, but Drake just shrugs and flips Bond the bird before dropping to the ground and rolling out of the ring. Bond took exception and starts making his way after Drake, but security steps in. Drake smirks, and the two start exchanging words as Bond is escorted to the back and Drake exits through the crowd, each with a small army in tow.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Backstage we find Jessie Pederson standing with a stylish-looking Asian man. He is perfectly groomed and stands with a confident aire in his white and gold wrestling tights and matching, form-fitted long cloak. He is Bryan Law. The two stand in front of an FGA backdrop, Jessie holds a microphone to her mouth.

Jessie Pederson: I'm standing with brand new FGA signee Bryan Law who tonight makes his debut against Rhett Bands. Tell us Bryan, how do you feel going into your matchup tonight? Are you feeling any pressure leading up to your first appearance in an FGA ring?

Bryan scoffs as he rolls his eyes away from Jessie, uncomfortably she holds the microphone in front of him.

Bryan Law: Pressure? You've got to be kidding me, right, Jessie was it? Don't you realize who I am? I'm Bryan Law, the blue chip signee of FGA! This may be my first appearance in an FGA ring but this is far from my first match, Jessie. Feeling pressure for a match with someone the calibre of 'Rhett Bands' is for amateurs and frankly, I'm offended you would even ask that.

Jessie looks uneasy with Law's brash and dismissive tone but continues professionally.

Jessie Pederson: My... apologies Bryan, I didn't mean any offense by it. I just wanted to get your feelings on being signed here.

Bryan Law: Well that's a different question all together. Of course I'm very excited to be here in the FGA. You see, the FGA has proven itself to be one of the finest professional wrestling organizations in the world. They have the best talent, the best TV deals with world-wide distribution... and that is exactly what I deserve!

He looks down at the microphone being held in front of him and, deciding he is unhappy with it's position, grabs hold of Jessie's hand and physically moves it closer to him before placing both hands on his hips as he talks.

Bryan Law: I may be new to the world of professional wrestling - I'm only three years into my career - but I'm what you would call a 'prodigy'. I'm already a champion many times over in martial arts, I have the mentality, the training, the physicality, the killer instinct, the killer looks.

He pauses, grinning devilishly at Jessie who stares back blankly at him. Law is completely unmoved by her lack of responsiveness and continues unfazed.

Bryan Law: I have everything needed to win and I am relentless in using those tools to win. My entire career so far I've been stuck under a mask in Mexico. Yeah, I understand the culture and it's an honor and all and I get that and you know what, I was respectful and I did what was asked of me even though I knew that for business they were killing me by covering the old money maker here. But I overcame that an became a champion! I was cheered and admired because night after night I gave them a 5-star performance and they always wanted more.

He holds himself very still and looks squarely down the camera.

Bryan Law: But so--did--I. I wanted more and I knew I deserved more. I am a world-class athlete and the most compelling performer to step into a ring and I deserved to compete on a stage to show that to the world.

He looks back at the FGA logo and grins with a single nod of his head towards it.

Bryan Law: And now here I am. To compete with the best locker room in our industry. And not just compete, but to show them that I am THE new dominant force. Rhett Bands tonight is a joke, hardly worthy of my first match in an FGA ring. But I'll absolutely, 100% take this opportunity to show my dominance to everyone else in the back.

And without another word Law abruptly walks off-camera leaving Jessie standing on her own, she looks down the camera as we cut back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Bryan Law vs. Rhett Bands

Law starts off the match by knocking Bands down with a rolling calf kick! After an irish whip sends Bands into the ropes, Law executes a hurricanrana before delivring a corkscrew fistdrop. Another irish whip sends Bands right back into the ropes. When he returns, Law leaps across the ring and hits a flying sidekick! Bands then stumbles back before slipping through the ropes and falling to the floor. While the youngest of the Bands siblings struggles to pull himself up using the edge of the apron, Law turns and runs into the far ropes. When he returns, he flips over the top rope and flattens Bands with a topé con giro! After Law rolls Bands back inside, he pulls Bands back up and delivers a flurry of strikes that knocks Bands backwards into the corner. After capping off the attack with a spinning backfist, Law whips Bands hard into the opposite corner. As Bands staggers from out of the corner, Law knocks him down with a jumping knee strike! While Bands is down on the mat, Law delivers 36 Chambers (running senton, standing moonsault, somersault leg drop combo)! The boos continue as Law pulls Bands up by the hair, hooks him from behind and pulls him down into the Prodigy Sleeper (Dragon Sleeper with bodyscissors). Bands quickly taps out while the crowd boos.

Bryan Law O || Prodigy Sleeper (1:30) || Rhett Bands X

[FGA Office]

A lone empty corridor is where we find ourselves and you can hear the echo of footsteps in the background. But instead of seeing anyone right away...you can hear the distinct voice of one half of a certain grudge match for All Star Showdown...Seth Iser. That usual tone.

Seth Iser: Memories are both the greatest and worst thing we can ever look back on. Sometimes deep into our own thought we can be reminded of such a comforting thing to help ease what we might be enduring. Other times...they’re painful wretched things that stir in the back of our mind...haunting us of our greatest failures until our dying breath. And there is one thing that’ll haunt me when I finally do decide to hang up the boots for good in my professional career…

You can see flashes to a young Iser when he had blonde hair match up against a Canadian named Mike Park before that transitions to his masked era where he’s face to face with a seven footer named Hazard from Parts Unknown. A third quick picture and then you see him face to face with the United Kingdom’s Matt Slater where you can see more of what he looks like now...before finally a face to face with Owen here in FGA. You can even call it a Mount Rushmore sized mountain I have to carry on my back with all of the bad memories associated with all four of these heinous, self righteous hypocrites.

Seth Iser: I seem to have this horrible...habit of whenever I speak the truth I seem to find myself in trouble with many of the people they anoint as heroes of the sport...or a monster who also can’t handle facts from fiction. And when that happens...you just get bogged down in disputes that last not months…years. And often times you find yourself in matches or situations that take significant mileage off of your career on top of stripping away at any opportunity you could have chasing championship gold. And I guarantee you that I will hold some regret...not just for throwing half my career away because of a drug addiction but because I will have never accomplished what I was truly capable of...partially because of some of these disputes. The brain itself...is truly unforgiving with these memories sometimes.

As Iser’s voice continues to speak to us as we return to that dark corridor still with no sight of him the sound of those footsteps are done as we just go deeper into that darkness.

Seth Iser: But the other thing about human emotions sometimes...you also have this desire to get even with anyone who has ever wronged you. I feel a kind of anger when you do an honest job’s pay and you aren’t paid what you are worth...or you aren’t treated the way you are supposed to because the fans prefer the flash, glitz and lies of someone flamboyant rather than the cold gritty truth that they try to suppress like they do these...bad memories that they never want to ever address.

Finally we reach the end of this corridor where you see a black chair with one light illuminating that spot and you can tell the man is tall and his hair slicked back before he spins the chair around and obviously it is indeed Seth Iser, the man who has been speaking this entire time. The purple suited warrior glares with menace in his eyes but there isn’t a shred of emotion in his voice as he has his hands clamped together just under his face while he just leans back on that chair.

Seth Iser: Considering how many people lie to their kids, their fans and themselves...people like the fans and Owen...if you ask about certain past events...often times they’ll remember it one way...but the reality of it all tells us something else entirely. It’s almost as if they want to have their past be multiple choice. And you just pick the choice that’s convenient for yourself that given day...

There’s just this sneer etched on Iser’s face as he continues his verbal rant.

Seth Iser: Hell the way they try to make others believe things into a lie...makes people who actually tell the truth seem crazy...to make logic seem crazy. To make me...seem crazy. Or this deranged bastard...or a judas when while I’ve made my own mistakes...I’ve been victimized by the wrestling fans...victimized by certain wrestlers...and most certainly victimized by Owen Gonsalves because to have it thrown in my face by Owen and his legions of sheep that he tells them what to do from twitter to the arena that I’m this awful human being is bull when all I set out to do is provide for my family and loved ones...make sure this industry is in better shape for when I’m gone and try to make sure I leave a lasting legacy behind...that shows how far gone humanity is when a honest man and wrestler can’t set out to do those things when even telling the truth has gotten me locked out and nearly banned from social media why? Because telling the truth infuriates everyone who chooses to live a lie…

Seth’s voice is increasingly bitter as he spits out those things as fact. His hands are no longer clamped together but more on the arms of the chair...with his fingernails almost digging into them as he recounts more torture from his life even in a vague manner.

Seth Iser: The tribalistic mind of human beings...and my hatred for that...has also brought me some trouble which goes hand and hand with telling the truth and being victimized for it time and time again. And Owen...before you go out there and lie your head off in front of the entire world...trying to say I’m this horrible person or a monster and that breaking into my house was justified for the damage you did to MY daughter...I want you to understand something that the heinous minded wrestling fans will not.

A twitch in the eye when he recounts the worst incident from his view point between the two happens but he doesn’t go off screaming...the vein in his forehead is obvious though.

Seth Iser: You’re starting to have trouble more and more suppressing the bad memories...whether it’s from Arty...or myself. But everything that you’re enduring...because of your continued refusal to acknowledge the truth...it’s all your fault. The personal hardship and slump that you are going through right now dealing with those nightmares? That’s your fault. The pain that you feel getting up in the morning because you did ultra violent things mutilating yourself and others? That’s also your fault.

Iser’s eyes turn cold and uncaring as he suppresses his emotions further as he leans forward in his chair.

Seth Iser: The industry where people have no respect for one another and follow down that ultraviolent path Owen? That’s also your fault for enabling that behavior and not taking responsibility for your actions. A big part of why wrestling is negatively stigmatized by people outside of our bubble is the fault of you...and the ignorant fans you’ve helped create by feeding them these lies. That’s part of your cross to bear, boy.

The words are cold to the bone filled with hostile intent as Seth finally stands from the chair and you can see how menacing a 6’5 man with a purple suit and his beard can be with his right hand balled up in a fist.

Seth Iser: And oh boy are you going to continue to pay the price. You might be the most resilient human being in regards to taking punishment I’ve ever seen when that bell rings, Owen...but I’m going to take that gift of yours...and turn it into the worst thing you’ve ever had. Just like I am going to take the fable that you...as good as you are...are better than me...and obliterate it and make them accept the truth that Seth Iser is indeed a better man and wrestler than Owen Gonsalves at this point and any other point for that matter and for the industry and for what you’ve done to me...as much as I’ve said it...it will happen...you WILL be out of the wrestling business by the end of 2018. All Star Showdown is another piece I claim for myself…

And Seth just has that leer on his face.

Seth Iser: ...and Owen...this will be one more painful memory that you will have to live with for the rest of your life.

With that conclusion the illumination in the area vanishes and in the darkness we fade out of this.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Backstage, Susan Kent and Dana Wheeler are standing by some crates. Dana and Susan are discussing something as the camera closes in...

Dana Wheeler: You have been doing great lately.

Susan Kent: Yeah.

Cameraman: So what's happening?

Dana Wheeler: Well, we were having a private conversation until you interrupted you.

Cameraman: Sorry. So, about your match tonight against Ryan Wilson?

Dana Wheeler: Listen, dude, since you chose to interrupt, let me give you a Wrestling history lesson, since I’ve been in the wrestling since before you or my prized protege were even born. I used to hear about Montreal and the province of Quebec and what a hot bed of wrestling it was. Well let me let tell you and everyone hearing this, a fact, Montreal, and Quebec, in general, is an overrated territory, not having produced a single wrestling prospect that really amounted to anything outside that territory and believe me, I’ve seen it all in my career.

Cameraman: Why do you think that, Ms. Wheeler?

Dana Wheeler: There’s an arrogance about them, they feel that they have to be handed everything, and that whole refusal to speak English with it obvious that they can speak it, that has always annoyed me.

Cameraman: You are aware Susan’s opponent is from Montreal.

Dana Wheeler: Of course I know that, what the hell do you think I’ve been talking about for the last several minutes? Learn to pay attention.

Cameraman: So, Susan how do you feel about your opponent tonight?

Susan Kent: I haven’t seen him wrestle, but Dana has devised a game plan, and her plans have been working great lately. I’m sure Ryan is a good competitor, but I’m confident that I can keep my recent momentum going.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Kendra Hollis appears.

Kendra Hollis: Never try and get a manicure in this city.

Susan laughs.

Kendra Hollis: That’s not funny Susan.

Susan Kent: It's kind of funny.

Kendra Hollis: Anyway, I have some great news for you, Puma wants to extend your contract because their athletic wear is beating Nike, Reebok, Adidas, and that crap the Kate Hudson sells. Folks are seeing how it holds up when your wrestling and people are buying it.

Susan Kent: Ah, okay.

Kendra Hollis: I’m working out the details, but the new deal should be finalized when we get back to L.A.

Kendra looks at the cameraman standing there.

Kendra Hollis:  ’m sorry were you doing something.

Susan Kent: Well I was talking about my match tonight.

Kendra Hollis: Oh, you are so going to beat that guy.

Susan Kent: I hope so, I’ve have been doing better lately.

Cameraman: So, any final thoughts Susan?

Susan Kent: Yeah, tonight Ryan bring your best, because you know I’m bringing my best, and let’s see who is the better competitor tonight.

Cameraman: Thanks.

Susan Kent: You're Welcome.

[FGA Office]

Cameras come into a stairwell in the Pepsi Center. It is particularly empty, save for one person.

The FGA Pride champion, Fujiko Mine.

She leans back against the step above her, the Pride championship snugly in her lap. She looks down at her championship, her raven tresses falling around her face in spiral curls. She takes in breath slowly, but calmly.

Fujiko Mine: Pride.

She doesn’t bring her head up, instead keeping them trained on the title in her lap.

Fujiko Mine: Conversations about this title usually begin with that word. Some claim to have it, but then they need help to win their matches.

A humorless chuckle escapes her, punctuated with a sigh.

Fujiko Mine: Some feel like they have it because they were disrespected, and now that they have stolen gold, their naysayers have been proving wrong.

She pauses for a moment.

Fujiko Mine: Some feel like they have it because they wield power, and with that they believe they are respected, feared, or adored.

Fujiko shakes her head a little bit.

Fujiko Mine: And some feel like they’ve built themselves back up, and thus they stand on the precipice of redemption.

Fujiko finally raises her head, looking into the camera.

Fujiko Mine: And some...have earned the pride they have.

Her fingertips brush over the top of her titles’ plate. It brings a smile to her face.

Fujiko Mine: Some would be upset with how that match with Seth Iser shook out. But he told me that he would do whatever it took. He threatened and warned me. But he came true with his words. Nevertheless, I hope that did not embolden him. Because while he was able to literally buy himself a victory...if he meets me on the other side of All Star Showdown, he should know that nothing he’s done...nothing he’s experienced...no amount of pain he’s endured will prepare him for a Pride Rules match with me.

Fujiko smirks. She adjusts the championship in her lap, which also seems to bring her smirk into a genuine smile.

Fujiko Mine: But let me not get too far ahead of myself. I know who stands between me and a rematch with Iser. I know he probably isn’t pleased with my conversation with Iser. But I’m not overlooking him.

She pushes herself up to her feet. The camera follows to her full height, and she holds the Pride title around her waist.

Fujiko Mine: I’m exhibiting the pride I have earned. I’ve been doing everything I can to uphold this championship, and honor it by defending it. I’ve been blocked from that.

She bounces her shoulders.

Fujiko Mine: If you don’t like that I earned this? Don’t like that I will take on anyone for this? Don’t like that I believe I will beat ANYONE with this title on the line? Then what you have to do is simple.

She flips it over in her hands, so that the back of the title is facing out. She then raises her arms up, placing the title high over her head.

Fujiko Mine: Try and take it from me.

She holds the pose for a few moments, her eyes boring into the camera. She then brings the title down, and then moves past the camera as Vertigo goes to commercial.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Susan Kent vs. Ryan Wilson

Wilson starts off the match by attacking Kent from behind. After shoving Kent into the corner, Wilson delivers multiple shoulder thrusts to the midsection. An irish whip then sends Kent hard into the turnbuckles. As Kent staggers out from the corner, Wilson catches her off the rebound and hits an Italian Mafia Kick for a two count. A powerful snap suplex also gets a two count. He then sends Kent hard back into the corner. This time, Kent crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles. As she stumbles back, Wilson knocks her down from behind with a Northern Lariat for a two count!

As the match continues, Wilson sets up for a German Suplex. But Kent blocks the move. He then tries to hoist Kent up for another German. This time, Kent blocks and counters with multiple back elbows to the face. After a standing switch, Kent shoves Wilson into the ropes. When he returns, he throws out a clothesline. But Kent ducks, reaches back and brings him down with an inverted headlock backbreaker! She then goes to follow up with a Lionsault. But Wilson rolls out of the way! With Kent curled up on the mat, Wilson heads into the ropes and goes for a Lionsault of his own. But Kent gets the knees up!

In the fourth minute, Kent knocks Wilson back with backhand chops. An irish whip is then reversed, sending Kent into the ropes. When she returns, she sees Wilson setting up for a back body drop. So she counters with a sitout facebuster and follows up with a Lionsault for a two count! A codebreaker sends Wilson staggering back into the corner. After a corner dropkick sends Wilson slumping down in the corner, Kent comes back around and delivers a Bronco Buster! After catching Wilson off an irish whip rebound with a spinning heel kick, Kent heads to to the apron and plants him with a springboard Tornado DDT! She then pulls Wilson back up, hooks both arms and brings him down with Star Struck (Pedigree) for the One, Two, Three!

Susan Kent O || Star Struck (6:01) || Ryan Wilson X

[FGA Office]

We go to a dimly lit room, somewhere it’s not exactly clear where. Most of the lighting comes from a small TV re-playing Malcolm Drake springboarding out of the ring and over the barricade to chase after Chris Bond last Vertigo, leading to Piper Lennon technically picking up the questionable count out win over him. A bespectacled Lennon is sat in front of it on a chair that’s turned backwards, rewinding and replaying the clip over and over.

Piper Lennon: I’ve still got conflicted feelings over this, still don’t know what to make over the fact that I didn’t get a fight, that it turns out I have this air of intimidation about me that can make the most hardened of men flee. It’s tough to adjust to knowing I have this power, y’know? I’ve always thought I was a normal girl, and this kind of feels more like a curse than a gift. But it also gets me thinking--

A pause hangs in the air.

Piper Lennon: --what if there’s more to this? What if this is also, like, a harbinger of things to come? If I have one power I didn’t know about, maybe I have ‘the gift’ maybe I can see the future, have premonitions. It sounds crazy, but anything’s in play now. Because think of it, think really hard.

She taps her temple with her index finger.

Piper Lennon: Coming up I’ve got the Interbrand Battle Royal at All Star Showdown. I’ve talked a bit on social media about how much I’m looking forward to it, even if it doesn’t seem like the ‘sexiest’ match on paper to some layman observers, sans the fact it’s on such a big stage. And I’m not even looking forward to it for the chance to curry some favor with my brand by winning it for a Vertigo wrestler, giving another display of what people already know, that this is the top show in FGA. I mean, that could lead to more interesting opportunities, but I’ve been looking so forward to it because a battle royal filled with people, that’s fighting in its purest most primal form to me. It’s got some grit to it, some Darwinism fighting for survival; nobody’s worried about having ‘match of the night’ there’s a very real sense of gravity to it for those involved.

Naturally, condescending air quotes got busted out there.

Piper Lennon: But here’s the thing, I thought I was going to experience a real fight here, and look what happened. No, I mean really look closer at what happened. Again, I know the premonition angle might sound out there, but we’re delving into untapped territory here.

She once again plays Drake soaring out of the ring.

Piper Lennon: He went over the top rope with no resistance whatsoever, and I just happen to be heading towards a battle royal. You have to at least consider the possibility here that it means something more, so I’d like to give a plea to my future opponents at All Star Showdown. Vertigo wrestlers I know you’re already here, and Flashpoint ones; well I mean let’s be real, obviously you’re watching us to see what Vertigo does with the talent they gutted from your roster. So here’s the thing.

Piper pauses the footage, turning to look straight ahead at the camera.

Piper Lennon: I know you might be feeling tempted to do what wrestlers love to do, follow the new industry trends--it’s a business rife with that-- and just fling yourself over the top rope to eliminate yourself rather than risk what might happen at my hands. But, I want to just plead with you don’t do that, don’t take the easy way out. I’m just a girl, I promise I’m-- well not harmless-- I mean my hands will get dirty, maybe bloodied, you’ll absolutely know you were in a war. But trust me, you won’t be better off for it. If you stick around, bring the fight to me and just like, live through the experience of getting chipped away at, worn down and unceremoniously deposited outside against your will? It’ll be an enriching experience for you, trust me.

She flashes a smile.

Piper Lennon: Don’t get me wrong, I’m not presumptuous enough to think I’m in a position to ask favors of people. That should just tell you how important this is though, that I’m willing to cash in what little equity I’ve built up in my short time to beg you not to be afraid. Come with me on this journey, experience it together with me, and I promise it’ll all be worth it in the end.

Fade.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

Backstage we find the FGA Pride Champion, Fujiko Mine, sauntering through the halls. The camera comes up on her slowly, so that the reveal of her face causes a reaction in the arena. Once again, we find that outside of the Pride championship (which sits around her waist, instead of its customary place over her shoulder), she is alone. She has a Aria Eckhart top that peeks out over the top of the titles’ center plate. She seems to be a woman on a mission, as her customary smirk is nowhere to be found. As with last Vertigo, she comes up to a door and knocks. However, it is not Seth Iser that answers. It takes a couple of moments, but as the door opens it is Tyler Storm that is revealed on the other side, in the middle of taping up his wrists as he prepares for his match coming a little later in the night.

Tyler Storm: Well then, Fujiko...honestly didn’t expect to see you this evening. But it’s a welcome visit nonetheless.

She smirks at Storm’s remark, but it melts into a fairly expressionless visage.

Fujiko Mine: I just wanted to come by and have a little chat with you, face to face. It’s the last time I’d really get to before we chug headlong into All Star Showdown.

Tyler nods and rips the tape where he can finish what he had started on his left wrist, twirling it a bit to make sure the tape isn’t too tight.

Tyler Storm: Good point there, that’s why tonight I know I need to go out there and put together a fight to remember before I get to tangle up with you in Seattle. Practice makes perfect after all, right?

Fujiko gives up a lighthearted chuckle.

Fujiko Mine: That it does, indeed. Speaking of…

She toys with a whisper of a frown.

Fujiko Mine: Thanks for trying to help me out last Vertigo. I knew you tried, and I appreciate it. But ultimately, that loss is on me.

She places her hand over her chest.

Fujiko Mine: I’ve dealt with disadvantages like that before. I should have not let that goon get to me like he did. But that’s the past. I’m focused on what...and who is right in front of me.

He raises an eyebrow to the last comment and shakes his head.

Tyler Storm: Hey, first thing I do have to say to you...I mentioned it on Afterburn, but I do take my part of responsibility with that loss for you as well. I obviously did enough during the process of taking out Moretti to distract the ref and that wasn’t my intention. I’m not surprised Iser went the way he did though. Seth is smart, even when it comes to the cheap moments. I’ve worked with the guy long enough to know he is always gonna be several steps ahead when it comes to planning for any situation in a match. And now we both know, after this that we have at All Star Showdown...Iser is waiting for one of us. But that is the big key...after All Star Showdown.

Tyler’s frown grows a bit while letting off a frustrated sigh and glances over Fujiko and towards the title.

Tyler Storm: I’m not gonna lie, Fujiko...I’m still not a fan of what I heard between you and Seth last Vertigo.

Fujiko doesn’t flinch, instead jerking her thumb towards the camera.

Fujiko Mine: I knew the camera was there when I said what I said.

She moves from pointing out the existence of the camera to pointing at the championship around her waist.

Fujiko Mine: I haven’t been shy about my intentions with this championship. Former champions, including myself, have wanted to be fighting champions. We’ve wanted to be the best person to hold this championship. I’m not satisfied with being the first woman to hold this twice. I want to be the best person period to hold this. I want to defend it more than anyone ever has. I want to cement my legacy as the best, and if that means that I have to go out and find my challengers, then that’s what I’ll do.

She does not smile, providing a very ‘matter-of-fact’ sense to her comments.

Fujiko Mine: If you feel slighted by me assuming that I will still have this after our match in a few short weeks, you are most welcome to try and relieve me of it. But just because I’ve pushed for my next challenger doesn’t mean I’m taking you lightly.

She leans forward slightly, tilting her head up at Tyler.

Fujiko Mine: I’m betting on myself. I make no bones about your ability, your drive, or your hunger to make a name for yourself...but I’ve got all of that in spades. Do I have a chip on my shoulder?

She bounces her shoulders in a quick motion.

Fujiko Mine: Maybe. But after being underestimated for as long as I have, after being disrespected as much as I have been? I’m not letting anyone take this from me.

Tyler takes in all the words Fujiko is laying out to the open air and closes his eyes. But the more surprising thing is he is chuckling as his eyes slowly open again and he looks down on the near foot shorter Fujiko.

Tyler Storm: You know, that's still one thing I really am not understanding right now with you, Fujiko. Trust me though on this first...I get it. I get it 100% that you have been an underestimated person in FGA and I find anyone that thinks that way is a freaking fool. You are one of the people when I stepped foot here in this company a couple months back, you were someone I genuinely looked up to. The things you have accomplished here in FGA with the world against you sometimes...that speaks to me a lot more than you realize.

The smile that grew on his face after the small laughter slowly fades and a more serious look graces Storm's lips.

Tyler Storm: But that's where the misunderstanding comes in. I don't underestimate you unlike some of your former opponents, I don't look past your accolades as a multi time champion, the longest lasting person in the Gold Rush Rumble, an amazing FGA competitor and someone the Vertigo brand should praise! Yet while I'm unlike those former opponents...you still treat me like I'm just another one of them. Fujiko Mine, I don't know if you've been listening to who I am and what I bring, what I stand for...I'm not someone that's meant to be like everyone else.

Tyler backs off Fujiko a bit as she was still rather close from her comments, and he continues.

Tyler Storm: I am not holding a single thing against you for being a fighting champion, I admire that and it's something I know I want to hold myself to the day I become a champion once again. And I do intend to be a champion, oh yes I certainly do Fujiko. But you said a big thing, if you needing to cement your legacy means you have to go out and find new challengers, that's what you'll do and stick with being a fighting champion? I understand fighting champion, but as much as you talk about being underestimated...you are the one underestimating ME by looking for title defenses so soon and with anyone other than the person who earned their right, so why keep looking? I mean, any moment, you could have said the word, and I would have been happy not to wait for All Star Showdown, you know that right? I certainly can't say what the GM would say to that, I get that the Pay-Per-View is where the money is at. But that's beside the point.

He points down at the title and places his finger right on the centerplate.

Tyler Storm: While you are looking for challengers that you very well could end up just not facing, and that's me being brutally honest right now, I actually went out and EARNED my right to fight for that before anyone. While you look for your next way before or after All Star Showdown, I have already proven myself worthy for that title for fighting off the odds and beating 3 very top notch foes for a shot at that title. I pinned the guy you were so happy to just go up to and say "I want you first for this title to prove I'm a fighting champion." I beat Chris Bond...I beat Susan Kent...I pinned Seth Iser. The moment that happened, I understand fighting champion, but you outta stop looking because the threat is in your damn face.

Tyler is getting heated as now walks himself back up closer to Fujiko.

Tyler Storm: I do look up to you, I do look at you as one of the greats in FGA even if no one else does Fujiko! But right now I have to put that aside because I do care about my pride. I don't like getting upset, I don't like getting frustrated, furious, so forth. I want to be the nicest person in every single situation, but right now it's either get a little heated or go ahead and say I don't have a set to stand up for my own self here. Let me re-introduce you to myself, my name is Tyler Storm.
Tyler Storm: I am a multi time champion outside of FGA, and I get that doesn't matter in this landscape because of the key "outside of FGA." But here is stuff that does matter. I fought for a year and a half to get back my career after I thought my back was gone and broken, I fought to get signed with FGA not just because it holds some of my dearest friends, I knew this was where the big boys and girls were playing. Where belts like this one...

Tyler pats his hand right on the belt on Fujiko's waist and keeps his eyes locked on hers.

Tyler Storm: Belts like this are on the top of the wrestling food chain as far as what they mean to this business currently. I fought to initially prove myself here in FGA, even going as far as to try and represent this very company in the Young Guns Cup and I was happy to say I was at the very least the last male standing even if I didn't win. I beat who I needed to here, and even lost a couple on the way, but I got by some big foes including Seth Iser, including Chris Bond, including Susan Kent, I could go on and on and on...and on. And I fought with every tooth and nail to earn MY shot at this title...and even earned my shot at nearly finding ultimate glory in the Gold Rush Rumble. I'm proud I get to stand among giants in how long I was able to last in the Rumble, going on to be the longest lasting male competitor in that match's history. And the second longest lasting competitor in general right behind...you.

He takes a few deep breaths and calms himself right off that last word and tilts his head gently.

Tyler Storm: I'm not gonna be slighted by you assuming you'll still be holder of the Pride title after All Star Showdown. But I want to make one thing clear. Every match I've had in FGA was about proving a point much more than it was wins or losses, and I'll admit that because legacies are sometimes a lot more than building up the record books. But that shifts at All Star Showdown, ma'am. I'm walking in to win, and that's not me being cocky, that ain't me...but that's the goal I have to aim for. That title means so much to you, and I get that, and it means a lot to this company...that's why I want to give you a match of a lifetime. That's why I want to overcome you, that's why I want to take that away from you. Because it won't be easy, it'll take everything I have and I plan to deliver. Here's one thing I want you to remember, and consider this a little funny but it's got a deep meaning too. You have Fujiko Fridays, I know how much they mean to you to showcase some great body positivity. But come the next day, I'm guaranteeing a Storm Saturday in Seattle, Washington. I'm going out there to showcase people can fight back from anything...and achieve destinies.

Fujiko tilts her head to the side as she listens to his monologue. As he finishes, she steps back, and leans back against the wall near the door.

Fujiko Mine: You know why I treat you like you’re “one of them”, Tyler? Because we haven’t had our match yet. People like Chris Madison and Molly Reid? They all showed respect until the absolute last moment. They talked about how they were all about taking me seriously and showing respect. If you look up to me like you claim you do, then you know where I came from.

She purses her plush lips for a moment.

Fujiko Mine: You should know I’ve dealt with the comments, the snide remarks, and the disrespect my entire career here. It’s molded me into more than just a capable wrestler. It’s molded me into a survivor between those FGA ropes. It’s taught me that you say what you mean, to whomever you mean it to and you make no bones about what you said so that when people want to dissect your words, you can look them square in the eye and tell them that you meant it, and you’re not afraid to back it up.

She does not match Tyler’s outburst from earlier, instead allowing her higher register to drop down in a serious, hushed tone.

Fujiko Mine: You aren’t the only one who dragged themselves back from the pits of obscurity to regain their glory through desire.

She puts up two fingers in Tyler’s direction, then crosses her arms over her chest.

Fujiko Mine: I’ve done it twice. Once “outside” of FGA, and now...upon the road I have currently traveled.

She closes her eyes and angles her head down.

Fujiko Mine: If you look up to me like you claim you did, you’d know that my world fell apart after losing this…

She pats the title in the same spot that Tyler did before.

Fujiko Mine: ...To Molly Reid and learning...after all I’d done to try and prove I deserved this gold...that I lost it...and I was losing someone who was, even with their doubts and faults, near and dear to me. I’d lost it all, and I wasn’t planning on coming back. But I did. Not just because of my desires.  But because of the fans. They wanted me back, even after everything. They’ve been with me. Through everything. Both times. Beyond myself, they are the ones I am loyal to. They are the ones who drive me to be the best. And I know a good portion of them support you too. But they know what I’m capable of. Beyond watching some tape. Beyond knowing that your name is below mine in the all time rankings of time spent in a Gold Rush Rumble. Beyond knowing that my name appears twice on the Pride championship listings, and yours has yet to. Beyond the fact that while you earned your shot at this title…

She opens her eyes, and they gaze into his.

Fujiko Mine: I earned my way back to being its’ owner. And no matter what you bring in Seattle, no matter how much you crave redemption…

She pushes herself off the wall.

Fujiko Mine: You don’t want to win this nearly as badly as I want to keep it.

Her eyebrows raise, and her chin lifts up so that she looks directly into his eyes. There is no smirk, no cocky look on her face. Merely a wordless accompaniment to her last statement. Tyler has listened to this just as intently as her previous words and he smiles seeing the passion in her speech.

Tyler Storm: And that’s a big reason why I look up to you. Yeah, I paid attention the moment I knew I was going to face you that you put your heart and soul into that title, not just for yourself but for those that do support you and you have many. I may not have as many and I get that for sure, I love the ones that are right behind me every time I go out there, they are my driving force as to why I’ve continued wrestling, along with inspirations like my kids, like my family name, for people like my dad that brought me up in this. Our ways of getting here are different in their own ways, but similar in one big way...we both are fighting for the right things in my eyes. For those that support, for those that want to believe, for those that need us just as much as we need them. I admire that in you and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

Tyler extends his hand out and nods.

Tyler Storm: The reason I needed to get fired up was to prove just one point, I get you want to fight for that title in every way possible, but I don’t want you overlooking me because I just want the same respect that I’ve given to you. I can’t personally say if you want to keep your title more badly than I want to take it away, nor can you, because you don’t know how much this means to me unless you have seen my journey as well. We have both had rough ones...but we’re here right now at the best part of our careers, steps away from the fight of our lives...and I intend to make a legacy defining moment with you, not just against you. I want this to be more than about the title, I want this to be about the respect of two competitors who want nothing more but to fight for the fans, fight for their undying commitment to this business, this company, and everything in between. I want to know if win or lose, rising joy or pure heartbreak, we both pick each other up after our war...we shake hands, hug it out, and know that one person isn’t just stepping out as the best. It’s both Fujiko Mine and Tyler Storm, title or no title. What do you say?

There is no hesitation as she shakes his hand.

Fujiko Mine: If you are a man of your word, then happily.

She lets go of his hand, and turns to exit.

Fujiko Mine: If you’re not? You’ll be joining Mr. Madison, because I won’t hesitate to ruin you.

She turns her head back, and a coy smile adorns her lips.

Fujiko Mine: Good luck out there tonight.

Tyler shines his teethy smile to Fujiko and shrugs.

Tyler Storm: I’ll try my best out there, feel free to watch and research if ya want though. And Fujiko...I’m a man of my word as long as you know I am next. Just remember that, and we’re all square.

Fujiko raises an eyebrow in his direction.

Fujiko Mine: I don’t believe I’ve ever suggested otherwise.

She turns her head away, and then opens the door. Without another look back, she leaves Tyler to his devices. He nods her general direction one last time and smiles.

Tyler Storm: Well that was a nice conversation. See you soon Fujiko...very soon.

Tyler turns back to his equipment in the locker room and continues preparing for tonight's match as the scenes fades away.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Aria Eckhart vs. Nate Bristow

Bristow catches Eckhart off guard with a Lou Thesz Press to start off the match! The boos continue as he delivers mounted punches onto the Darling. After Eckhart is whipped hard back-first into the turnbuckles, she staggers back over towards Bristow, who throws her down with a back body drop for a two count! A pendulum backbreaker follows up for another two count. A russian leg sweep, then a pointed elbow drop also gets a two count. Bristow throws Eckhart down hard with a scoop slam for another two count. He then goes for a vertical suplex when Eckhart slips down from behind and applies a hammerlock. Bristow howls in pain as the crowd cheers. After refusing to give up, Bristow runs around in a circle before running towards the side of the ring and lunging towards the mat, sending Eckhart through the ropes and to the floor!

The match continues on the outside as Bristow puts the boots to the Darling. A snap suplex on the outside causing Eckhart to howl in pain! Bristow yanks her up by the hair and rams her back-first against the side of the ring three times. He shoves Eckhart back inside and makes the cover. But he only gets a two count. After a short-arm clothesline flattens Eckhart, Bristow heads up onto the middle ropes and goes for a diving pointed elbow drop. But Eckhart raises her foot and hits him in the face on the way down.

Eckhart begins to fight back in minute five with backhand chops. After an irish whip is reversed, Eckhart comes back and knocks back Bristow with a lariat. She then knocks him further back with another lariat! After Bristow ducks the third lariat, Eckhart heads into the ropes, comes back and knocks him down with a crossbody block for a two count. She then sets up for the EDT (DDT) when Bristow runs forward and rams her back-first into the turnbuckles! Bristow heads back into the corner when he gets caught with a back elbow to the face. The Darling follows up with a leg hook reverse STO into the turnbuckle! Eckhart makes the cover. But Bristow gets his foot on the bottom rope at two. She then delivers a sitout jawbreaker, followed by a running leg drop for another two count. Eckhart heads into the ropes for another lariat. When she returns, Bristow throws her down with a spinning spinebuster! He then lifts Eckhart up for a Turnbuckle Powerbomb when she counters with multiple punches to the head. After slipping down in front of Bristow, Eckhart doubles him over with a spinning back kick before planting him with the EDT for the One, Two, Three!

Aria Eckhart O || EDT (7:57) || Nate Bristow X

[FGA Office]

The camera opens up backstage, revealing a smiling Spencer Burke.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, “King” Marlon Cure.

The crowd boos heavily as the self professed “King” saunters arrogantly into view, his crown tilted sideways and the signature cigar chomped between his teeth. Spencer coughs a bit as he tries to ignore the smoke being blown in his face, before he tries to get right down to business.

Spencer Burke: Marlon, tonight you face off against fellow Vertigo Team Member and one of the best FGA has to offer in Molly Reid, someone you’ve had previous run ins with during your time in New Kingdom Pro. What are your thoughts on --

Cure holds up a hand, cutting Burke off as the booing grows louder. Taking the mic from Burke and handing him the cigar, Cure gives Burke a look.

Marlon Cure: Make sure that doesn’t get bent, first of all. Something happens to it, something happens to you.

Burke gives a rapid nod as his eyes widen and he steps out of frame, allowing Cure to continue.

Marlon Cure: My thoughts on this are simple, Burke… I’m about to have some fun tonight.

Marlon Cure: Why you ask? ‘Cause I’m getting what I want out of the gate. I’m getting the best The Frontier has to offer and while I’ve had a few minor setbacks, I still want more. I’m wanting those names under my belt and the acclaim they bring, no more no less. But this… this has a little weight to it because standing across from me is somebody that I have a little bit of history with. Somebody I faced off with across the globe, won gold off of -- legally or illegally. Somebody I really, REALLY… do not f*ck with.

Cure begins to pace back and forth as he continues speaking.

Marlon Cure: You see Spencer, I’ve made no bones about what I feel for Molly. I’ve made it clear the last time we talked face to face that my ability to play nice while on the same squad will only go as far as my best interests. After all, I don’t make moves unless I’m getting something out of it, right? And since our gracious General Manager has given the kid a lot, a LOT of reasons to play nice… we’re gonna use tonight as a lil’ release therapy.

Spencer looks up in confusion

Spencer Burke: Release therapy…? What do you mean?

Cure’s lips curl into a smirk at the question.

Marlon Cure: I mean whatever happens, happens. We go out there, we sort out the many, many issues we got -- and we got a few, not gonna lie, we shake hands and keep it moving while we pretend to get along for one night. I’m not gonna go out there and INTENTIONALLY try and handicap the team after everything that’s happened with Flashpoint so-called themselves trying to rally the troops to figure out how they’re gonna deal with us….

Marlon pauses, and gives Spencer Burke a small shrug.

Marlon Cure:  ...But like I said, whatever happens… happens.

Taking the cigar back from Burke, Cure tosses the mic over his shoulder and walks off, leaving Burke as he narrowly manages to catch the mic before it hits the ground as the scene fades.

• COMMERCIAL BREAK •

[FGA Office]

After two matchups that took their toll on the bodies of the Reapers in Pride, the moment had finally come. The finals for the FGA United States Tag Team championship was taking place in a few short minutes, and both Joey Perello and Ryder McKnight were anxiously pacing up and down the hallway. FGA correspondent Spencer Burke slowly approached the RIP members calmly and at ease, comfortable around the two for the first time since their arrival.

Spencer himself knew how important winning the United States Tag Team championships was to the Reapers in Pride, and tonight wasn’t about poking fun at him or destroying some fool backstage. It was all about writing their name in the history book as the first two wrestlers to hold the freshly created championships.

Spencer Burke: Guys…

Spencer got closer, Ryder continuing his pacing while Perello stopped and stared at the longtime FGA employee.

Joey Perello: Are you really going to try and conduct an interview right before we compete in the biggest match Vertigo has had since the brand split?

Not knowing how to answer that, Spencer simply took a step forward, peeked over Perello’s shoulder to watch Ryder pacing, and brought his focus back to the VP.

Spencer Burke: Well, yeah. That’s sort of what I do, Joey. As you stated, this may possibly be the biggest match on Vertigo since the brand split, and I would like to get a few words from you and Ryder before you go into it.

Sliding his hands into his pockets, Perello took a step toward Burke and rolled his neck around in a circle.

Joey Perello: A few words, huh?

He said with a nod of the head.

Joey Perello: A few words wouldn’t be enough to describe how we’re feeling and the importance of tonight's main event. See, Ryder and I? We only have a small bit of history with Pendragon but after tonight? That small bit of history turns into something huge as all of our names go into the history books as the first two teams to battle it out for the US Tag Team championships. The issue is…

Perello peered over his shoulder to see Ryder still walking around in circles.

Joey Perello: Only one team will be able to call themselves the undisputed champions of the United States. Only one team will be able to call themselves the best tag team not just on Vertigo but in this entire company. You see, for those who know our history, it may be hard to believe that we actually want those championships for all the reasons any other wrestler here would want a championship. In the past, they’ve come, they’ve gone, and we as a brotherhood did not give an iota of a sh*t. But, after awhile and years go without holding championship gold pass you by? Things begin to change. Now? Nothing matters but those title belts. All-Star Showdown does not yet exist to us. The only thing that exists is tonight, Burke. We’ve run through every tag team this company has put out in front of us, but none of that will mean a thing if we come up short when it matters the most. We don’t want to know that we, THE REAPERS IN F***IN PRIDE, are in the FGA history books as the team who lost to Pendragon for the titles after destroying the hype of some teams and shattering the hope of others.

Perello pulled his hands out of his pants pockets and crossed his arms across his chest.

Joey Perello: We leave our imprint on every promotion we inhabit, Burke, and tonight? We leave our first imprint in FGA when we become the new United States Tag Team champions.

McKnight growls in annoyance of Burke even still being there. The audacity to ask such questions. The gall of invading their space while prepping for their biggest tag team match yet. He stops pacing back and forth as he turns to Spencer. Ryder charges to him getting in the interviewer’s face a little. Perello has to push Ryder back a little as he snarls at Spencer.

Ryder McKnight: You know that tonight is, Spencer? You know what this night symbolizes? HUH?! Tonight The Reapers either show and prove that they are who they said they were or all hype just like every other f**king team they thought they could put against us to get us out. To knock us off our game.

He holds up a finger and wags it in Burke’s face.

Ryder McKnight: None of that seemed to work did it? While everyone and their whore mothers thought to praise the likes of SHOOTCAMP...We proved they were nothing more than a social media hype machine who couldn’t nor would put in the work to back up all that bullsh*t hype they had going for them.

McKnight starts to count with his fingers

Ryder McKnight: Shootcamp, REAPED. Saturnian Connection, REAPED. Bristow & Barnes, REAPED. You name it. Every damn team you idiots THOUGHT could defeat us are now lost in purgatory waiting for their souls to be picked up by Grim and delivered to their final resting place. You know who's next on that list, Spencer? Pendragon.

He flashes a sinister grin.

Ryder McKnight: They’re in our way of us finally getting what should’ve been handed to us from the get go. The FGA United States Tag Team Championships. I’ve never had the pleasure of being a champion...but I crave it. I crave it like I’m addicted to it. Like I need the gold injected into my veins and have it coursing through my bloodstream. I want is as bad I want to taste fresh b…

Ryder stops himself and laughs.

Ryder McKnight: Soon...Soon...Soon...Just you wait...Just you f**king wait…

Ryder turns around not wanting to talk anymore. As he does so Fenrys is standing there with a bag of popcorn eating it as he listened to the Reaper’s speech. Fenrys laughs and walks away as Ryder growls and looks as if he was going to go after him but once again Perello stops him as the scene fades.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
"Indestructible" Owen Gonsalves vs. "Unbreakable" Owen Gonzalez

Gonzalez delivers an arm wrench to Gonsalves to start off the match. After another arm wrench from Gonzalez, Gonsalves rolls forward, bridges back, turns over onto his knees, flips over with a headstand and sends Gonzalez flipping down to the canvas with a hard arm wrench. Gonzalez sits up, but Gonsalves is quick to flatten him across the mat with a shoot kick to the chest. Gonsalves then takes Gonzalez’s arm, bends it at 90 degrees, places his palm down flat against the canvas and delivers a jumping stomp to the elbow! Gonzales howls in pain while he clutches his elbow. Gonsalves then pulls Gonzalez up off the mat, delivers an armbreaker across the shoulder and throws him down to the mat with a hip throw. After sitting up Gonzalez, Gonsalves straddles over his opponent, grapples Gonzalez’s index & middle fingers with one hand and his ring & pinky fingers with the other hand before violently twisting them! Gonzalez cries in agony while he holds his mangled hand. But Gonsalves shows no mercy as he delivers repeated stomps to Gonzalez while Gonzalez is sitting against the ropes. Gonsalves reaches down, slowly pulls Gonzalez up and nails him with a European Uppercut that violently knocks his head back! After Gonzalez slumps down against the ropes, Gonsalves pulls him back up and wraps his arms around the top rope. From there, Gonsalves delivers a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kicks can be heard throughout the arena. Gonsalves then unhooks his arms, drags Gonzalez back to the center of the ring, positions him from behind and knocks him down with the Darkest Lariat (wristlock short-arm lariat)! But Gonsalves doesn’t let go of the wrist. After pulling a groggy Gonzalez back to his feet, Gonsalves cracks him across the jaw with the Soul-Stealing 7-Star Strike (running bicycle knee strike). The Technical Spectacle gets down and locks on the Krukenberg (wrist-bending Omoplata Armbar), which causes Gonzalez to immediately tap out!

Owen Gonsalves O || Krukenberg (3:10) || Owen Gonzalez X

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage after the thrilling Battle of the Owens to a locker room, where two of the remaining New Murder members, Fenrys and The Crimson Baroness are standing around. The masked man is finishing his preparations for his upcoming match, dressed in his ring attire as TCB is giving him a brief ‘pep talk’.

The Crimson Baroness: Remember, sweetie, this match is about more than just you…

Fenrys nods his head, understanding about Tyler’s history with his fellow Crows.

The Crimson Baroness: In three weeks time, Tyler Storm has a shot at the FGA Pride Championship – a match that should belong to Chris. If it wasn’t for Malcolm Drake…

She seethes, grinding her teeth as Fenrys goes to speak.

Fenrys: Wh–

The Crimson Baroness:…but he’ll get his comeuppance soon, sweetie.

She cuts Fenrys off, causing the masked man to shake his head in dismay.

The Crimson Baroness: For costing Chris the Pride title shot. And the Undisputed title shot.

Fenrys: O–

The Crimson Baroness: And Tyler is already thinking ahead to his first title defense if he wins at All Star Showdown. A match against Seth Iser – can you imagine that, sweetie? Completely ignoring the fact that Chris would have won at Only The Strong Survive if he wasn’t screwed! But you can show them all, sweetie…

TCB turns back to Fenrys, a smirk on her face as she looks at the masked man.

The Crimson Baroness: Imagine what a win tonight would do for your standing here in FGA. A victory over a man who might possibly be a champion soon enough. You’d surely be in contention then, sweetie. And after Chris is done picking Malcolm’s meat from his bones at Glory Road, we’ll be back in a position of power. Doesn’t that sound…fantastic, sweetie?

Fenrys nods his head and claps his hands together, ready to respond when, suddenly.

Fenrys: I–

The Crimson Baroness: Now go get ‘em, sweetie.

She says, slapping Fenrys on the back as she readies herself to leave the locker room. With that, Vertigo cuts to a commercial break.

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