Vertigo (08.04.18)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

Little Ceasars Arena
Detroit, MI

Our episode fades in on a shot of the ring, seemingly empty in a darkened, sold-out arena with a single spotlight shining down on the center. The audience is raucous and ready for the show to begin…

...but the reaction shifts to a deafening chorus of boos as General Manager, Brandon Macdonald steps out of the darkness and into the spotlight, sunglasses covering his face and a microphone gripped in his hand as he stands before the audience, silent as their reaction echoes through the Little Caesars Arena.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Brandon Macdonald: Ladies and gentlem--

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Macdonald lowers the mic for a moment, taking a deep breath. He adjusts the sunglasses on his face with a single finger and looks back up, turning toward a different side of the audience.

Brandon Macdonald: Ladies and gentlemen, I stand bef--

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Stephy Auger: Oh come on!

Brandon shakes his head and lowers the mic again as chants of “YOU SUCK!” echo throughout the arena. Brandon rubs his chin and stands in the spotlight for a few seconds, beginning to shake a bit… cheeks clearly growing red as the chants grow louder and louder, until finally, he brings the mic to his face, spitting as he screams into it.

Brandon Macdonald: Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you tonight a HUMBLED man! I wasn’t able to help push Team Vertigo to victory at All-Star Showdown three weeks ago. I feel like I let my team down. I risked everything by going to the top turnbuckle with Brian Stryker. I didn’t need to do it. I didn’t need to show off to prove that I was better than him or any other member of Trashpoint but I couldn’t resist. And… and as a result, I got Superplexed from the top rope all the way out of the ring, down to the concrete, floor and…

Macdonald pauses, exhaling deeply as the recollection earns a roar from the audience.

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

“YOU DESERVE IT!”

Stephy Auger: I can’t believe this. I would expect this kind of stuff from Flint, not Detroit!

Kris Cruise: I wouldn’t say their opinion is unpopular…

Stephy Auger: You’re sadistic.

The Vertigo GM laughs bitterly under his breath, clenching a fist with his free hand, before continuing.

Brandon Macdonald: And even as I lied there, fading in and out of consciousness as a result of my selfishness and listened to Chandler Scott’s music playing over the speakers-- I still had pride in my Vertigo roster. I still do to this day. So right now, I want to take a moment and applaud the members of Vertigo for their performances at All-Star Showdown.

Although the crowd is hesitant to join in as the GM begins to applaud, the efforts of the Vertigo talent earns an applause-- before earning a standing ovation from those in attendance! The lights slowly come back on, revealing the live audience, most of which are on their feet to applaud the roster. We fade back to the ring where Macdonald nods, turning in a full circle to observe the crowd, before slowly turning toward the ramp.

Brandon Macdonald: But there are a couple of folks back there that I think earned a BIGGER thanks than some others. Some good guys if you all know what I mean, ah?

Macdonald grins in spite of the inevitable boos.

Brandon Macdonald: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome th--

The Vertigo GM is interrupted by the opening bass of “Amazing” by Kanye West. The arena fills with boos as Ricky Valero emerges from the backstage area with that trademark smirk on his face. Decked out in a sleek navy blue suit with brown florsheim shoes, he’s flanked by the newest member of the Good Guys, Natalie McKinley. The duo stand at the beginning of the entranceway soaking in the moment before making their way toward the ring.

Kris Cruise: And here comes the man that led Team Vertigo to a sound defeat three weeks ago at FGA’s annual All-Star Showdown.

Stephy Auger: What?! Is that how we’re introducing the man that selflessly put his body on the line for the good of Vertigo? For the good of you and me?!

Macdonald looks a bit taken aback at being cut off, but smiles brightly as Ricky and Natalie approach ringside. Ricky and Natalie stop short of the ring and stare up at the Vertigo GM. While Natalie looks like she always does--ready to murder someone on sight--the look in Ricky’s eyes is different.

Kris Cruise: Natalie McKinley is back in FGA, this time apparently as the hired muscle of Evan Envi, who… apparently isn’t with them?

Stephy Auger: TOO SOON, CRUISE! The Chief just passed mere days ago! He was brutally assaulted by that maniac Michael Norcia in God-knows-where. Lower your voice before Ricky hears you. He’s been beside himself all evening!

Kris Cruise: Evan Envi isn’t dea--

Stephy Auger: KRIS, I SWEAR TO GOD.

Natalie stands opposite Macdonald while Ricky declines his offer to share his microphone and instead retrieves one of his own from a FGA crew member. The self-proclaimed “Franchise” circles the ring, soaking in the jeers from this capacity crowd in Denver before joining Natalie at her side and locking eyes with Macdonald.

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

Ricky bites his tongue and shrugs off the audience’s gleeful chants in his direction. He can’t help but chuckle to himself and just shake his head.

Ricky Valero: At All-Star Showdown, I gave it everything I had. I fought and I fought and I fought...and it just wasn’t enough.

Signal a big pop and some more chants Ricky chooses not to acknowledge.

Ricky Valero: I truly believed in our team. Did I know it’d all have to come down to me? Of course. But on paper, I had no doubt we were the better assembled group and that we could stand toe to toe with Flashpoint’s team, and we could win. Unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go as planned.

Brandon Macdonald: No, they did not, but you did a--

Ricky Valero: I know I did a damn good job!

Ricky’s interjection surprises the Vertigo GM once again.

Ricky Valero: I was phenomenal out there. I put my heart on the line for Vertigo and was the only one on our team who actually took that match seriously. Marlon, Molly, Kol, you...I had your backs. I went to war for all of you. And how did you all repay me?

On cue, the ending to the Team Vertigo vs. Team Flashpoint match fades in on the big screen at the top of the entranceway…

The crowd really lets Valero have it as he stands over Scott and poses with his arms spread out. Valero then switches his focus back to his opponent. After lifting up Scott’s leg, Valero spreads them apart and goes for a leg drop to the groin. But on the way down, Scott reaches up and grabs a hold of Valero’s leg with both hands. After crossing Valero’s legs and wrapping his arms around them, Scott rolls over and gets back up to his feet in the Scott Lock (Scorpion Death Lock)! The crowd explodes with cheers upon seeing Valero in the hold. Valero howls in pain while the ref asks him if he wants to give up. But Valero shakes his head ‘no’. He refuses to quit. While the hold is applied, Reid slowly rolls herself back in. She’s about to blast Scott in the back of the head when Edwards comes out of nowhere and delivers a release reverse Exploder Suplex! Scott then leans back, applying even more pressure to Valero. Valero continues to howl in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Valero shakes his head ‘no.’ Valero continues to refuse… and continues to refuse. When Scott arches his back and leans back even further, Valero lets out a guttural wail before reluctantly slapping the mat! The crowd explodes with cheers when the ref calls for the bell.

We cut back to Ricky in the ring. He’s unamused as the chants start again.

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

“YOU TAPPED OUT!”

Ricky Valero: YOU DAMN RIGHT I TAPPED OUT!

He stares daggers into the crowd who are suddenly silent.

Ricky Valero: After carrying that goddamn team on my back for 24 minutes, there was only so much I could take before it came down to making the best decision for the long-term well being of my career. I fought it for as long as I could, but when I realized nobody had my back like I did theirs in that match, I had to weigh the risks and decide whether or not serious injury was worth it for people like Marlon Cure, people like Molly Reid, people like Kol, people like…

He pauses for a moment when his eyes return to Macdonald standing in front of him with a stupid grin on his face.

Brandon Macdonald: Ricky, I--

Ricky Valero: Am I happy I tapped out to Chandler Scott? If you idiots know anything about me, you know that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. But I’m proud of my performance at All-Star Showdown. I’m proud of the way I fought. I’m proud of my leadership, my heart, and my determination to win despite being surrounded by a collection malcontents who were only in it for themselves.

He scoffs.

Ricky Valero: Where were they when I needed them? Where were they when Vertigo’s reputation was on the line? Brandon, I know you said you knew this before, but I need you to understand it now: Nobody loves this show as much as the Good Guys do. Despite everything everyone thinks of us, we were shining stars at All-Star Showdown. We have put this show on our backs over and over and over and over again, and that’s why, despite everything that went down at All-Star Showdown, I still believe Vertigo is the A-Show in FGA. I’m sorry we couldn’t get the win versus Team Flashpoint, but I refuse to bear responsibility for the brunt of our failure. I was a goddamn warrior out there!

Suddenly, his eyes drop to the canvas and his head hangs low. Natalie places her hand on his back.

Ricky Valero: And as if things haven’t been bad enough, we lost a beloved Good Guy last week and not a single one of you jerks have shared sort of sympathy or compassion for his passing on social media!

The fans cheer Evan Envi’s slaughter at the inaugural Pro Wrestling RAIDEN show at the hands of Michael Norcia. Ricky rages out, throwing an arm through the air and demanding they stop celebrating his best friend’s departure from the world. Natalie joins him in on the anger while Macdonald hangs his head in sorrow.

Ricky Valero: Don’t cheer, you evil bastards! Evan Envi is dead, have you no souls?! Think of the example you’re setting for your children. Don’t you people care that MY best friend, the greatest, most UNDISPUTED FGA World Champion in the history of ever is gone??!

But the cheers just get louder.

Ricky Valero: You should all be ashamed of yourselves. I hate every single one of your stupid faces. You have no idea what you’ve lost, what we have all lost!

Ricky pulls the microphone away from his lips and looks out upon the crowd with disgust and sadness.

Brandon Macdonald: Ricky, please…

Feeling like Ricky is finally ready to let him speak, Macdonald cuts in and places his hand on the Good Guy’s shoulder. The look he gets from Ricky in response is not the one he expected, however. Brandon slowly removes his hand from Ricky’s arm as Natalie McKinley narrows her eyes at the General Manager. He raises a finger and smiles.

Brandon Macdonald: I’ve got good news for this somber occasion. This one’s gonna peak both your interests. You ready?

Ricky and Natalie look on expectantly before Macdonald chuckles to himself a bit.

Brandon Macdonald: I have decided that the martyr of Team Vertigo, Ricky Valero, would be the perfect Grappler to follow the performance Fujiko Mine and Tyler Storm put on at All-Star Showdown. Ricky Valero, YOUUU are the new number one contender to the FGA Pride Championship!

Boos resonate throughout the arena, but the announcement brings an honest smile to Ricky’s face. Natalie is applauding behind him.

Ricky Valero: This is why I signed on here to Vertigo. I knew that, unlike over on Flashpoint, hard work would be rewarded. And I’ve busted my ass week in and week out, so thank you Brandon, for the opportunity to compete on this show and the opportunity to contend for the FGA Pride Championship!

The boos continue to rain down hard, but that doesn’t keep Ricky from running his mouth some more.

Ricky Valero: Bask in it, Detroit. Because whether it’s Seth Iser or that glorified Instagram model Fujiko Mine, you’re looking at the FUTURE Pride Champion and there ain’t a damn thing any of you ingrates can do about it! I’ve been waiting my turn, I’ve been biding my time...and there is not a chance in hell that I am going to let this opportunity slip away. Iser, Fujiko, enjoy your time in this ring tonight. Take it all in. Savor the spotlight. Seth, you can send some more hatemail to Owen. Fujiko, order yourself a cheeseburger and share some more smut on Twitter. Because when this night is over, the countdown is on, the clock is ticking, and before you know it…

Valero looks into the hard camera.

Ricky Valero: ...it’s game time and I’m dropping you flat on your skull. For three years, the Pride Championship has been dying to be relevant again and I am just the man to bring that beautiful piece of leather and gold back to prominence!

Macdonald opens his mouth to say something, but Natalie pulls his arm toward her, using the microphone in his hand to be heard.

Natalie McKinley: And I think I know someone that would love to come out here and celebrate the occasion with us.

Stephy Auger: Who… WHO?!

Kris Cruise: Hm.

A sly grin creeps across Ricky’s face as he steps into the center of the ring and turns his back to Macdonald.

Ricky Valero: You can knock us down a thousand times, but the Good Guys always win!

Heads turn toward the entranceway as Drake’s “Lord Knows” Instrumental begins to play over the PA system. Though many rise to their feet in anticipation at the unknown music, some have already begun filling the arena with their decided reactions.

Stephy Auger: Cruise! Could it be?!

Smoke billows at the top of the stage while white lights from beneath the Tron flicker a bit, giving the entrance a dramatic visual… before finally, the figure of Evan Envi emerges from the smoke, covered from head-to-toe in a black cloak. The Chief stands in front of the smoke, looking over the masses-- many of which have risen to their feet to boo him.

Stephy Auger: Back from the dead! It’s a miracle!

Envi reaches up to the hood of the cloak and pushes it back, revealing a trademark smirk… and fancy new blonde hair, drawing a chorus of negativity from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: HE LOOKS BETTER THAN EVER!

The Chief allows the Cloak to fall all the way to the floor, revealing a pair of dark slacks and a black button-up, brought together by the FGA World Championship strapped around his waist. Envi winks as he marches down the ramp, pausing about halfway up the steel steps to blow a kiss toward a portion of the audience that heckles him the loudest-- complete with “WE WANT PAGE!” chants that Envi quickly waves off with an eyeroll. The music fades as Envi steps into the ring, embracing Ricky Valero and a stonefaced Nat McKinley in a group hug.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Brandon Macdonald: Our Chief! And as far as I’m concerned, still our UNDISPUTED Champion! I was just about to tell--

Envi turns from the Good Guys to reach back and swiftly accept the microphone from Macdonald’s hand.

Evan Envi: Thanks, man.

Though there is an instigatory “OOOOH…” on behalf of the crowd, Envi shrugs them off and pats the face of the FGA World Championship.

Evan Envi: Kids. Kids, listen.

The champion waits calmly as the boos continue. The camera pans around to the audience, showing the various thumbs-down and rude gestures on display toward the quartet in the ring. Envi takes a deep breath and looks at Valero, who shakes his head in disapproval. Envi rubs at his eyes for a moment with his thumb and index finger before continuing.

Evan Envi: I don’t expect any of you to understand. But it has been a long… long three weeks for the Good Guys. We don’t want any trouble. Emotions are a little high, but this is a special occasion. This is a celebration, you guys. I mean-- despite everything that the world has thrown at us, we stand here before you today stronger than ever before, not only as Vertigo Grapplers, but as Good Guys. As the Good Guys of Wrestling. Listen--

Envi speaks louder as the crowd’s booing seems to intensify.

Evan Envi: Listen, like, don’t you guys get TIRED of trying to tear us down? I mean, first you wanna take the word “Undisputed” out of my name. Wow. Then you wanna discredit everything Ricky Valero did as a fearless, flawless leader at All-Star Showdown. WOW. And then after a part of me died at the hands of Michael Norcia eight nights ago-- in a match I wasn’t properly prepared for because there’s no WAY the state of California should have ever sanctioned it--

Envi pauses, rolling his eyes as the audience roars at the recollection.

Ricky Valero: For the love of God people, please! It’s like you don’t even recognize a miracle when you see one! Look at him, dammit! After everything FGA and Hadley Herrera and Michael Norcia and you people have tried to do to him, he is standing here stronger than ever, more manly than ever! An ordinary man would be at his own funeral right now! But look at him!

Evan Envi: Look at us!

Envi and Ricky grin, each throwing an arm around Natalie McKinley as they cheese for the hard camera, while Macdonald casually positions himself in the frame next to Envi, earning a side eye from McKinley.

Stephy Auger: Look at them, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Oh, I’m looking…

Evan Envi: Aheehehem! So I guess now would be the time to discuss—

“Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon plays and the crowd begins to cheer, though Envi completely freezes, mouth still open. Out comes Jimmy Page, shirtless in nothing but jeans, a pair of shoes, a microphone, and...a chair in his hand. Page paces back and forth on the stage as he taps the mic against the side of his head. The music dies down and the crowd continues to cheer.

Kris Cruise: Well look who’s here!

Stephy Auger: Oh my God what is that lunatic doing here?!

Kris Cruise: Oh you know, he wants to help celebrate Evan Envi’s title defense!

Stephy Auger: Then send him flowers or whatever urbanites like him send to upstanding people of society like Evan!

Page is dragging the chair lazily behind himself as he walks to the ring. The mic is raised to his lips as begins to make a statement.

Jimmy Page: I can’t take it. No matter how hard I try and fight my urges, no matter how hard I try to change, there’s always something pushing me. There’s something always eating at the back of my head. It wants to be let out, and I do the best I can to keep it locked away. But something just--

Page pauses, looking down at the ground, he begins to pace back and forth slowly as his eyes wander back up the four people in the ring. Envi, eyes wide, paces quickly inside the ring, face growing flushed.

Jimmy Page: I feel like if I don’t do something this is gonna keep going. We’re gonna keep getting more pests coming to Vertigo...and it’s all your fault Macdonald!

Page’s eyes widen a bit in anger as the vitriol in his voice can be heard through the mic. He points the chair in GM Macdonald’s direction in an accusing motion. Macdonald looks a bit annoyed and shakes his head, mouthing something to Page. Though his mic has been taken, Macdonald tries to get a word in by shouting.

Brandon Macdonald: Listen to—!

Jimmy Page: No, no, no you listen to ME!! If you had about as much of a backbone as you pretend to have these three idiots in that ring wouldn’t have bled Vertigo DRY!!! We lost!!! You embarrassed us and at the end of it all--AT THE END OF IT ALL--you have the audacity to stand in that ring with those parasites!!! You’ve used your power for nothing more but to play your little nepotistic games!!! So if you wanna stand in that ring be my guest, but I’m moooore than willing to give you what I got for these three LEECHES!!!!

The fans cheer as Page looks at Macdonald who doesn’t seem to amused at Page’s threats.

Jimmy Page: But believe me, oh God believe me, what I’m going to do to the lot of you is just breaking the seal. Because a chair isn’t going to do anything enough. I want you all to squirm, I want you all to repent, I want you all to feel every inch of remorse and regret you feel; Because this isn’t gonna stop. I’m going to beat the ever...loving...sh*t out you all…

Page tilts his head slightly to the left when he says this. Envi takes a step back, a concerned look on his face.

Jimmy Page: I told you at All-Star Showdown, if there is no such thing as GOD...I’M DAMN WELL GONNA BECOME YOURS!!! EVERY WAKING MOMENT YOU HAVE WILL BE NOTHING SHORT OF A PLAGUE!!!! I WILL SWARM UPON YOU AND MAKE YOUR LIFE A HELL!!! AND GUESS WHAT ENVI: YOU CAN’T CRAWL OUT MY HELL!!!! I’m--I’m so sick of this sh--

Page flings the microphone down and slides into the ring with the chair in hand, the fans are at a fever pitch!!

Kris Cruise: I guess talk time is over!!!

Stephy Auger: Oh no, Evan get away!

But before Page can stand up, Envi, Valero, and McKinley rush over to attack! The crowd rains down boos as the group swarm on Page to keep him down. Macdonald is in the ring and barking insults at Page. Page however fights to his feet and the crowd loudly cheers. He throws an elbow into the side of Valero’s head then fights Natalie and Envi off. He dips down and then grabs the chair! He swings the chair full force at Envi’s head who ducks down and slides out of the ring.

Stephy Auger: PAGE, YOU MANIAC!

Kris Cruise: He almost cracked the champ’s skull!

McKinley and Valero follow behind the World Champion. Macdonald is in the ring and looks at Page wide eyed. Page rushes Macdonald who gets out of harm’s way and drops down to roll out of the ring. He goes to meet the group up the ramp who look on, Valero audibly swearing at Page. “Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon plays as Jimmy Page stands in the ring circling it with his chair in hand. The look in his eyes is erratic as his temper doesn’t seem to be simmering down.

Stephy Auger: Jimmy Page once again ruins a night of celebration, who the heck does he think he is?!

Kris Cruise: I well I know one thing he is, PISSED! Macdonald and The Good Guys have screwed him over and Page is going to collect on their debt!

The scene fades with Page leaning against the ropes watching The Good Guys leave the stage.

• Commercial Break •

[FGA Office]

Two quick guitar riffs ring out through the arena, and the crowd cheers loudly. warm pink and gold lights swirl around the arena.

I’m calling you...from the future…to let you know we made a mistake...

The lights over the ring go out completely, giving the arena the appearance of a dance club.

And there’s a fog from the past that’s giving me such a headache…

The lights fade for a moment, and then kick back in as Patrick Stump’s vocals wash over the arena.

And I'm back with a madness
I'm a champion of the people who don't believe in champions
I got nothing but dreams inside, I got nothing but dreams
I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe
But young enough not to know what to believe in
Young enough not to know what to believe in, yeah
…

At the top of one of the crowd entrances, one Fujiko Mine appears. She is partially dressed to compete, the top half of her attire covered by one of her own “Apex Goddess” shirts.The camera focuses on her as she looks out at the fans surrounding her. The imposing Xena stands behind her, holding onto Fujiko’s Pride Championship. The nearest fans wave to catch her attention; Fujiko slaps some hands as she makes her way through the crowd and down to the ring.

If I can live through this
If I can live through this
If I can live through this…

Fujiko stops where she is, and throws her hands straight up in the air. All the lights in the arena go bright, and she yells out along with the song and the crowd…

”I CAN DO ANYTHING!!”

She continues moving towards the ring, and as the lyric comes back around, she repeats the previous motion. Fujiko reaches the ringside area, and follows it up with a graceful handspring onto and over the guardrail. She quickly runs up the steps, then hops onto the top turnbuckle. Xena clears the guardrail behind her, and a single spotlight converges on the woman known as the Apex Goddess.

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

Fujiko poses on the top turnbuckle, her hands outstretched over her head and her eyes closed. Xena holds up her Championship from outside the ring. The lights return to their normal brightness. She gets down off the top turnbuckle, and takes the microphone from J.A. She watches as Xena climbs over the top rope, and then takes the Pride Championship from her.

Fujiko Mine: Detroit, Michigan ...how you doing tonight?!

The crowd cheers themselves, and Fujiko nods along with them.

Fujiko Mine: I’m so glad to be here tonight. I was about to hang out and have a little chat with Spencer Burke on my thoughts for tonight, but it dawned on me...I haven’t been out here to address you all in a while.

She paces around the ring calmly.

Fujiko Mine: All-Star Showdown was one for the ages. If you missed it, you missed out on something special. While Flashpoint won two of the three interbrand matches, one of the best matches of the night was Vertigo exclusive. That’s just in my humble opinion, though.

A cheeky smile is on her face immediately after she says this.

Fujiko Mine: Tyler Storm wanted to create a “Storm Saturday” with the FGA Pride Championship at the center of it. He wanted to complete his meteoric rise to the top of the Pride division, but I clearly had other plans. You all know what those plans were. I’ve been talking about those plans since I defeated Chris Madison to become a two time Pride champion. That is to defend this championship more than anyone ever has. I want to set the record for most defenses. I will take on whomever. Tyler Storm learned that firsthand at All Star Showdown. I pulled out all the stops, and I did everything within the rules to make sure that I stayed your Pride champion.

The crowd cheers a bit, and Fujiko gives them a chance to react to her words.

Fujiko Mine: Before I get onto why I wanted to talk to you all tonight, I wanted to acknowledge Tyler Storm.

The fans give him a sizable cheer as she says his name.

Fujiko Mine: Tyler, like I said after our match, was amazing. He was quite the game opponent, and there are few others I would’ve wanted to share that stage with. He has what it takes to be great here on Vertigo and in FGA. But I could not let him get in my way. So please, a round of applause for Tyler.

She tucks the microphone unto the crook of her arm and claps, and the fans do indeed applaud Tyler Storm. Fujiko nods in both agreement and appreciation. Her smile melts away as she retrieves the microphone from it’s resting place.

Fujiko Mine: And now, let’s talk about my opponent for tonight.

The crowd boos Seth Iser, and Fujiko tilts her head to the side a bit.

Fujiko Mine: Seth Iser is one of those guys who equates talking for a really long time with sounding intimidating and/or wise. He went on a long winded rant about he didn’t like my entrance, and that I “broke the code” of wrestling.

She shakes her head, a smile on her face.

Fujiko Mine: This is the same guy who frequently tells everyone who will listen that he’ll do whatever it takes to win. As a matter of fact, he went ahead and proved that to me, personally.

Fujiko points up the FGAtron.

While this is all happening, Iser pulls a roll of quarters out from his tights and tucks it into his fist. Fujiko heads back over and slowly pulls Iser up from behind. She spins him out in front of her for another N Loop when Iser rocks her with an uppercut using the roll of quarters!

The crowd boos this footage, and Fujiko merely offers up a shrug in response.

Fujiko Mine: This...this guy is going to tell me that by walking down to the ring with an absolute Icon in Ken Griffey Jr...that I broke a code. That I overshadowed Tyler Storm.  You know, I really didn’t know that Seth Iser felt that strongly about Tyler; that he should white knight for him.

Stephy Auger: Aww, here we go. Fujiko’s gonna collapse under that chip on her shoulder.

Kris Cruise: You know as well as I do, Stephy. Fujiko has had to deal with nonsense like this her whole career in FGA.

Fujiko Mine: You know Seth, I was going to come out here, and talk about how excited I was to get to finally get my wish to face you with the title on the line. I really don’t hold any ill-will against you over the whole “loaded uppercut” thing. A lifetime ago, I might’ve employed a similar tactic. I was then going to tell you that I saw the fear in your eyes that made you decide you needed to cheat. And that’s true. I know why you, a supposed “monster” of the industry had to resort to manager distractions and an illegal weapon. Not because you’re smarter. Not because you’re more ruthless... but because you’re scared of losing to me. But I digress...

She shrugs her shoulders, then continues.

Fujiko Mine: I wanted you to know that you can try and employ a similar tactic if it brings you comfort, but ultimately that it wouldn’t end up with you beating me for this title. I was going to tell you that in an explosive main event, you and I would go to war, and we would find out if you really have what it takes to try and dethrone me.

Fujiko laughs humorlessly.

Fujiko Mine: But after you decided to look into a camera and expose yourself as just...just an incredible hypocrite. I’m not going to say any of that.

Fujiko adjusts the Championship on her shoulder. A picture of Seth Iser, staring eerily into the camera, is shown on the FGAtron.

Fujiko Mine: Seth, I know you’re going to show up in front of a camera later on tonight and talk about all the reasons you believe you’re going to win. About how I’ve disrespected the Pride Championship. About how I’ve done this division so very very wrong; and that you are going to be a better champion than me. About how you are going to teach me respect.

Fujiko can’t help but roll her eyes. Xena backs away, giving the stage completely to the champion.

Fujiko Mine: Ladies. Gentlemen. Boys. Girls. Non-binary pals. Humans. Take a good look at this face. This is the face of a man who thinks that by calling people by some infantile honorific that he commands respect, and instills fear in his peers. He thinks that because he was able to clock me with a roll of quarters while the referee wasn’t looking that I am feeling the pressure. This is the face that I have been fighting beyond my return to FGA last year.

She paces a little more.

Fujiko Mine: Seth is a special kind of hypocrite, and I know that it’s kind of his schtick or whatever, but it doesn’t make him any less of a goon for it. Seth, you wanna bring up my “disrespect” of Chris Madison, as if he didn’t look me in the eyes and shake my hand only to immediately try to trash me on social media. You sound just like him when you say nonsense like that. He tried to act like I was beneath him, even though in our first encounter he couldn’t make me submit. Do you know what happened after he tried to do that, Seth?

She looks into the camera expectantly for a moment. Predictably, she gets no answer and continues. Seth’s face fades from the tron.

Fujiko Mine: Let me enlighten you. After Chris Madison tried to clown me, crying about how I didn’t “conduct myself” to his liking? I walked up to him, put myself at a disadvantage by not shaking his hand, and then I beat him. I walked up into his house, ate his food, and kicked him out. And when he tried to step to me again?

A stern look crosses her face.

Fujiko Mine: I beat him again. I took his pride, pun fully intended. And he decided that he’d rather leave FGA than have to answer for what he said. I beat him in back-to-back Pride title matches, and he left FGA. Let’s give you another example.

Fujiko raises her eyebrows.

Fujiko Mine: Molly Reid tried to do the exact same thing. Toe that same line of disrespect. She flat out told the world on social media that she “wouldn’t lose to me.” Do you want to know what happened after that?

Fujiko shrugs her free shoulder.

Fujiko Mine: I pinned her shoulders to the mat for a three count. And then I got her in a Pride title match...and beat her there, too. Jimmy Page tried to treat me as if I was in over my head. I beat him. Johnny Karma? Same. You know who is next, Seth?

Fujiko sneers into the camera. Who she is implying is obvious.

Fujiko Mine: You are next, Seth. You’re going to talk long and hard about what you want, what you deserve, and what you are going to TAKE at my expense, and just like Tyler, Molly, and Chris Madison before you...you are going to leave with nothing.

She is aggressive now, her emotions pouring forth.

Fujiko Mine: You aren’t even going to have your pride, because I am going to take that from you too. Am I going to destroy you? Probably not. I won’t deny in the slightest that you are talented and deserving of this opportunity. But as a person? You’re absolute trash, and I am going to make sure that you leave tonight humiliated over all the broken promises you have to explain when you wake up tomorrow, and the Pride Championship still doesn’t belong to you.

She stares daggers through the camera.

Fujiko Mine: You can take your white knighting, your complaints about my entrances, your hypocrisy about “codes” and “unwritten rules” and you can put ‘em in a sack with all of your hopes and dreams. Then you can watch as I toss em out in the trash, and I toss you out with them. Because I promise you: I will outthink you. I will out wrestle you. I will keep you desperate, frantic, and wanting. And then I’m going to beat you. I’m going to beat you twice tonight, and I am going to leave here STILL the FGA Pride champion!

The crowd roars, getting as fired up as Fujiko is.

Fujiko Mine: What you need to understand is simple. One: Me and all these people in Detroit ultimately don’t care what you want, or what you think. Two: That you are going to find out what everyone else in FGA, and everyone else in the world already knows...I am the BEST wrestler on this roster. Not Vertigo, Not Flashpoint; ALL of FGA. Period. That’s not just me putting arrogance out there. I am number one on the power rankings, and I have been nigh unstoppable since I came back to the ring. If you honestly think you’re gonna come in here and be “Chris Madison lite” and that’s going to be enough to get it done, you’re absolutely kidding yourself. You can talk all you want about how you don’t like that I let Xena carry this gold...or about my choice of entrance, or that I don’t bow and call you” sir” when I’m speaking to you. But you know what you can’t talk about? My ability. My drive. My desire; My talent between these ropes!

Fujiko gestures to the ring around her.

Fujiko Mine: Because when it comes down to it, the fact that I handle myself differently isn’t what you’re facing off against, Seth. The fact that Xena carries my title, and does so with honor isn’t your opponent tonight. My talent, my ability, my drive, and my will to embarass you in front of the world IS. And whether you like it or you don’t, I am the best thing going in FGA right now. So please, do all your crying. Tell these people that you’ve got what it takes to beat me for my gold. Tell these people that you’ll be a “champion they can be proud of”. But what you know in your heart of hearts is that they already have one in me, and that quite frankly? You don’t have the set to take this from me.

The crowd oohs as she sneers, her gaze locked into the hard camera’s view.

Fujiko Mine: And me? I am doing this tonight for everyone who has an idiot like Seth Iser in their lives. Someone who tries to tell you how you should live your life. Someone who is more concerned with your business than their own. Someone who thinks that they are better than you. He isn’t. They aren’t. I am not going to let him hold me back. You don’t have to let people like Seth Iser hold you back either. They’re just going to fall at the feet of the goddess. That is my will, and it will be done!

Fujiko flips the microphone, and ‘Champion’ begins to play over the sound system once again. Fujiko angrily raises the Pride Championship over her head to cheers from the crowd. She then exits the ring, and then slaps hands with some of the fans.

[FGA Office]

Sitting on a bench inside the locker room area, we find Neal Durden, who is finishing putting on his wrestling gear. Sat not too far from him, staring off into space, is a casually dressed Lowri Moss. Ever since the return of Dom Harter and company at All-Star Showdown, these two have not been too far from each other. Tonight, they have a set of individual matches, which seems to worry them both. Lowri is gripping the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship more tightly than usual, and she turns towards Neal as if to say something, but then looks away again. Both members of Pendragon sigh in unison, until Lowri stands up and turns to Neal.

Lowri Moss: I’m going to go and get some air, and get my mind on my match.

Neal opens his mouth to say something, but Lowri does not give him a chance to speak.

Lowri Moss: Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

She walks over to Neal and gives him a kiss, before then exiting the locker room. Now alone in the room, Neal’s uneasiness takes precedent as he finishes putting on his ring gear. As he walks out to the hallway he finds himself looking from side to side. He feels paranoid, he knows that at any turn he could get jumped like he was all those months back. In his absorption he forgets to look at his surroundings, and it is when he stumbles against Jessie Pederson that he finally snaps out and returns to reality. She looks at him with some concern on her face.

Jessie Pederson: Are you alright?

Without putting much thought to his answer, Neal looks at Jessie and says:

Neal Durden: I am; sorry I bumped into you.

Jessie’s face lights up, seizing the opportunity. She directs her attention to Neal.

Jessie Pederson: Well, since we stumbled into each other, do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?

It has been a while since the last time Neal did one of these without Lowri. The Rey del Aire runner up looks at Jessie and smiles as he nods to the interviewer, who immediately gets in position and begins the interview.

Jessie Pederson: So, Neal. At All-Star Showdown, yourself and Lowri told the FGA faithful what went through your minds when you earned the FGA United States Tag Team Titles; yet, we all know what happened as soon as your match ended that night. Care to tell us what are your feelings about what transpired there?

Neal took a deep breath, he looked side to side; he knows crows are lurking and he just wants to be safe, he wants Jessie to be safe. He then turns his attention back to the camera and talks.

Neal Durden: Jessie, I know the fans want answers… WE want answers. But to say I was surprised is a mistake. It’s Dom Harter we’re talking about here, deceitful is one of his many middle names. Yet, I think, all is fair in love and war, right?

Sensing she is not going to get any more from Neal at the time, Jessie turned her attention towards Neal’s opponent for the night… Piper Lennon.

Jessie Pederson: Tonight, you face the winner of the Interbrand Battle Royal, Piper Lennon. What can you tell us about your mentality going into the match?

Once more Neal seems absent at the end of Pederson’s question. He looks down at his feet, no doubt thinking about his ankle. The corridors are not safe for him anymore. Once he snaps out, he looks at Jessie and smiles.

Neal Durden: Piper, yes… well, you all saw her performance in the Interbrand Battle Royal. I commend her for the victory and for representing Vertigo so brightly. If anything, tonight’s match should prove to be a good one and I’m sure Piper will tell you the same, in her own way.

Neal does not seem to have his head completely into the interview and Jessie knows this.

Jessie Pederson: Well, thank you Neal for your words...

Neal looks at Jessie before speaking.

Neal Durden: No, thank you.

Jessie walks away from Neal, as he lets out a deep sigh of relief. A loud “bang” behind him startled Neal, but it was just a box that fell off. As he walked away, he did not stretch, he did not do any of his normal routine… he just, looked at everyone, as if anyone could be the next crow to attack him from behind.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Bryan Law vs. Bean Bands

Law catches Bands off guard to start off the match with a jumping knee strike. Law pulls Backs back up to his feet before knocking him into the corner with a flurry of strikes. The combination gets capped off with a spinning backfist that rocks Bands. Law then takes Bands and shoots him into the far corner. As Bands staggers away from the corner, Law knocks him down with a Headspring Lariat (front handspring into a big diving lariat)! Law slowly pulls Bands up off the mat, knocks him off his feet with a spinning legsweep and follows up with a standing somersault senton. While Bands is curled up on the mat, Law steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Once Bands returns to his feet and turns around, Law leaps off the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a flying sidekick! While Bands is still down, Law heads into the ropes and follows up with 36 Chambers (running senton, standing moonsault, somersault leg drop). Law then sits up Bands before locking in the Prodigy Sleeper (Dragon Sleeper with bodyscissors). The crowd boos when Bands quickly taps out.

Bryan Law O || Prodigy Sleeper (2:14) || Bean BandsX

[FGA Office]

We notice a camera inside the wrestling school that Iser has dubbed The School of Tradition where it seems very much like a throwback. Not a ton of modern technology seen and a couple of rings and mats as well as a television to watch for feedback. Other than the roaming Seth Iser who is in there with a steel chair in hand as he looks around his old stomping grounds as well as the place he breaks in kids today...it feels very much like a museum almost of wrestling of how things used to be with photos in black and white.

Seth Iser: The more things change...the more they stay the same.

Iser ends up pulling himself up to the abandoned ring closer to the television while unfolding the steel chair in the center. He also points toward the camera man and gives him a gesture with his finger to come in closer.

Seth Iser: I’ve spent a long time in this industry...both wrestling and now training kids and I’ve learned quite a bit about the world...about life...and obviously about the sport of professional wrestling. If I said that I came into the industry out of love for it I’d be lying to you. It was a means to an end...but you fall in love with the industry one way or another if you stick. But at the same time...even now I’m still learning lessons and little tricks to stay ahead...while also upholding the professional aspect of our sport.

There is a hint of bitterness when he spits out the word professional on the last instance as he takes a seat calmly on the chair and again gestures for the camera man to come closer. He has his arms crossed.

Seth Iser: And professional seems to be a key word that we gloss over way too often. It involves representing yourself and the sport. That’s something I can preach and teach a little bit about but you have to learn what that really means and be willing to learn. Some people...they just get it right away and it clicks. Others like Fujiko Mine...they’ll never understand it. Seems like a harsh assessment...and people might just think I merely have an ax to grind but I’m going to do the thing that’s often gotten me in trouble in my sixteen year career: Tell the truth.

Iser has his hands folded across his lap after he straightens that purple tie on his suit.

Seth Iser: Fujiko Mine broke the code with her entrance. She responded with a tweet that says she rolled her eyes indicating that she has no respect for anything and cares only about herself at the end of the day. That moment she did that entrance was just appalling to me...because what kind of champion thinks so little of their title that they have SOMEONE ELSE hold it? Is the very thing you CLAIM to be so proud of SO beneath you that you do that? You’re either a flat out liar or a narcissist of the highest level. Perhaps both considering you have an entire day and movement named after yourself that might seem to have great intentions but it’s really used to fuel your OWN ego. It’s like me coming up with Seth Saturday for beards! You don’t need to attach your own goddamn name to it other than you just get off on attention of any sort directly and indirectly. I’ve heard of using a platform but...way to once again tell a lie and advance your own agenda.

There is a twitch of anger pulsing through Iser’s brow but he maintains his demeanor.

Seth Iser: Also...for someone who wants to humanize body shapes...you call yourself a Wrestling Goddess...almost in an attempt to dehumanize yourself and put yourself on a plane above everybody else...including the people in the industry you disrespected. I never thought much of it before considering...I had been given the Deity of Destruction name years ago but...isn’t that just another level of hypocrisy? How can you claim to be all about chasing respect when you choose a name where you want to present yourself as above any human desire such as respect? Does that make Fujiko Friday your prayer day? Are you as selfish as most of the ill begotten religions that claim ‘God’ and Goddesses want a day or more to ‘give thanks’...and pursuing that line further...why the hell would we be thankful to such a disrespectful ‘Goddess’ when it’s obvious the only thing YOU are interested in is YOURSELF considering you aren’t even interested enough to REPRESENT wrestling or the title you wear by wearing it to the ring when defending said championship against Tyler!?

There’s a sigh.

Seth Iser: Fujiko...I know Dom Harter has made the case about Lowri Moss not being fit to carry two championships...but your disrespect and demeanor have made you unfit to be a champion...then and now. You spread the lies by promoting fat foods and feeding kids bad information when I got myself in the best shape of my life cutting out said foods. You try to promote a good image but you slap down and show no respect to previous champions and even the current and SHOULD BE Undisputed champion in Evan Envi. You say you learned from the mistakes of your first Pride Title reign...but you haven’t because you came barking to defend your title against anyone when it is in the TRADITIONS of this sport to EARN it.

Seth’s eyes go cold.

Seth Iser: You might be as talented as anyone is in the aspect of wrestling...but your actions make you a disgrace to the sport.

There’s a sharp bite to those words as Seth spends the next couple of seconds contemplating what to say next...but even with that he’s maintaining his composure.

Seth Iser: I have a duty to myself in my personal ambitions to win this title because it’d mean the world to me and my career. But I also have a duty to this sport...a duty to the students I train...and even a duty to my daughter whom YOU disappointed by exposing yourself as pompous, fake, an egomaniac, and someone with a God complex to emancipate that championship from you. You broke her heart by revealing your true colors to the world time and time again...even if you lie through your teeth about it...and your disciples and fans try to sweep it under the rug but it doesn’t get past me. I’ve seen it all at this point.

The infamous glare that has spelled doom for many foes in his career is apparent as he stands from his chair and puts his hands on the top rope in this empty ring...thinking about everything.

Seth Iser: The hell of it is, Fujiko...even if you win...you’d never have my respect for what you’ve done. You’d never have Dom’s respect. Certainly not Chris Bond’s respect either. Hell he’d never say it publicly because he’s trying to rehab his image but Jimmy Page thinks the same thing deep down and if he says otherwise he’s a liar. Maybe not Owen...you are both despicable human beings...but the point being...even if you win...you’ll continue to taint the sport and if it isn’t me...there will be many people who actually CARE about the traditions of the sport that’ll take the title...but you know what?

Iser has a devious smirk etched on his face.

Seth Iser: In the middle of that ring Fujiko...you’ll have to endure the wrath of wrestling’s greatest mind armed with the traditions of the sport and sixteen years of experience of knowing how to make everything he does hurt. And armed with all that knowledge and counters...you have to figure out a way to beat me twice. The belt is being wagered...and I’m taking it for myself...and I vow to represent the industry the way it SHOULD be. With truth and honor. The fans will boo and hiss at my claim but the history books when this goes my way...they’ll write the truth and that I’ll be a far superior champion than you because...quite frankly...I respect the gold more than you ever could.

Iser then has that intimidating glare that teeters on the brink of instability.

Seth Iser: And as for you? You’ll be buried in the sands of time...cursed forever because your own ego got in your own damn way time and time again...along with all the other fake Gods and talented but egocentric wrestlers of the past. While I continue to make my mark as one of the game’s greatest wrestlers...with the legacy of representing the sport the way it should be. And that...is the truth.

With that closing statement Iser leaves though you can see the moniqor of his School of Tradition ‘Where Respect is Earned’ tagline there as well before we fade to black.

• Commercial Break •

[FGA Office]

A match is struck, sparking the flame into life and momentarily adding a little additional illumination to a locker room that is otherwise illuminated solely by a few strategically-placed candles, its atmosphere thick with the scent of candlewax and incense, as shadows flicker across the walls as the flames of the candles dance

Amidst it all, Sara Mason stands with the match in her hand, allowing the flame to burn down the match until she decides it is time to light a couple more incense sticks, and having lit them she touches her thumb and forefinger to her tongue for a second before she pinches out the flame without as much as a flicker of discomfort, at which point she pours herself a generous measure of merlot from a decanter placed on a nearby shelf and takes a long sip

Sara Mason: I have to say, E, it is impressive how fast somebody can roll out a red carpet when they’re afflicted with a complete lack of anything approaching a spine.

Reclining on her chaise longue, a vaping pen held nonchalantly between her fingers, Erin Mariani stretches her arms above her head before clicking her head to one side to relieve a slight crick, which causes a slight smile of pleasure as she does so

Erin Mariani: Are you referring to our preferential treatment, or how he appeared unable to contain himself when that duo decided they hadn’t stolen quite enough of our thunder decided to make their presence known later that evening?

Sara Mason: Potato, potahto…

Realising she still has the match in her hand, Mason flicks it across the room so it lands in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind

Erin Mariani: Of course, it was pleasant to hear whatever-her-name-is fully understand that what we did to her was not borne out of malice, more that she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and what we did to her could have just as easily have occurred to anybody else.  That doesn’t quite excuse a couple of bitter little comments that she had to make about us in the process, but as it stands there is no reason to take a firm hand with her.  Yet…

A look of mild disappointment crosses Mason’s face as she hears this

Sara Mason: I guess that’s good news for the manic pixie dream girl, but I’m not sure she realises how lucky she might be.  

Erin Mariani: Hence I said “Yet…”

Mariani chuckles darkly before reaching towards the table next to her and retrieving a tumbler of ice cold vodka, taking a sip before placing it back once again

Erin Mariani: As for this evening’s entertainment, there is every reason to take a firm hand with them, not because of anything they have done, but because the best way to make sure you have an insect’s attention is to keep a finger firmly pressed against its abdomen so it is unable to move, because once the ineffectual flailing is out of the way you will have their undivided attention.

Sara Mason: At least in theory…

Mason takes another sip of her wine before she continues

Sara Mason: There’s the “other” sort of people who need to be given a reason to pay attention, the ones who think they know it all so dismiss anything they have no idea about, because if they have no idea about it that obviously means it’s not worth knowing about, they need to be given a little education in what’s just arrived on their doorstep.  I mean, I’m sure one or two might have done a little homework and looked us up, but we both know there’s a few of the roster who need a little shock treatment so they understand who we are and what we do.

Erin Mariani: And that is exactly what they are going to receive, because while I’m sure our playthings will go into the match with the best intentions in the world and all manner of delusions about an upset, the reality is going to look and feel like the mark of my a handprint across their face.  They may want to make a good account of themselves, but we’re not going to allow them to – instead we’re going to take them apart one piece at a time and only put them out of their misery when their whining becomes insufferable to listen to for a moment longer.  And when that happens…

Clicking her fingers, Mariani flashes a wicked smile

Erin Mariani: …we have the attention of every single person who wishes to call themselves the best, yet at the same time they will have a strong desire to stay as far away from us as possible due to their sense of self-preservation.  After all, that’s the problem, this roster seems entirely too comfortable and they are in great need of a little discomfort, that little shiver that courses through their bodies, that tinge of fear that comes with it as they wonder what will happen next with a combination of dread and that microbe of excitement…

Taking a deep breath, Mariani holds it in for a moment as if she’s savouring the thought, and as she lets out the breath she also emanates a sound that doesn’t dissuade anyone from that opinion

Erin Mariani: And we shall give it to them.  Gladly.

[FGA Office]

We cut backstage following the commercial break and see Tyler Storm standing in the hallway chatting with a few members of the production staff as they pass by. He is dressed in his typical street clothes, jeans and a plain t-shirt, since there isn't any need for his ring gear tonight with him not being scheduled to compete. After a few moments talking with the current member of production, Spencer Burke walks into frame and taps on Tyler's shoulder, causing the taller of the two to turn around smile.

Tyler Storm: Spencer my man, guessing you want a quick moment?

Spencer Burke: If you do not mind.

Tyler Storm: I never do!

Tyler turns back to the producer he was talking to and says a few things to him that isn't audible, the producer walking away after the quick words and allowing Tyler to return focus to Spencer who is ready for the interview.

Spencer Burke: Alright Tyler, so let me first say it is good to see you here tonight even though you aren't scheduled for any matches. But I know a lot of people have been curious about how you have been feeling since All-Star Showdown, given we never got a chance to talk with you on Afterburn and obviously the show featured one of your biggest moments in FGA to date with the opportunity at Fujiko and the Pride Championship.

Tyler nods and shrugs, even letting out a soft sigh as he looks at Spencer.

Tyler Storm: Well...of course the big obvious thing is I'm not wearing the Pride Championship right now. As much as I questioned at times if Fuji was really focusing enough on our match with one another, as much as I questioned her motives going into our battle...she was ready 100% and she won fair and square. I hate it because I was one slip up away from walking out of Seattle with that title held high, if I could have just pulled that Eye of the Storm a step farther away from the ropes...but no, I can't think that way because that isn't me. Excuses don't get you any damn place in this business and I just have to accept that I lost to an amazing champion who no matter if I agree with her attitude all the time, she steps up in the big moments and she earned my respect as a fighter for her prize.

Spencer Burke: No one could disagree on that point, Tyler. But now that you are off this path with Fujiko after coming short in your chance to win the Pride Championship, what happens now? Are you worried about no true set path for Tyler Storm moving forward?

Tyler Storm: I mean...yes and no? It's weird because you can't just think about a set plan of what you want to do in this business because things change every moment. I certainly don't plan to think I'm done chasing gold here in FGA or on Vertigo, I still would love to earn another chance at the Pride Championship whether that be against Fujiko or Seth Iser or any other person that could come in out of nowhere and grab that belt. And hell...who says I can't put in more work than ever and become a serious threat to a certain Good Guy here on Vertigo? But that's going to be the biggest key, putting in the work to show management I'm worth more opportunities than ever and I want to help carry FGA into a new amazing era filled with pride for this company and the fans that support it.

There’s a bit of slow clapping being heard before Spencer Burke is seen rolling his eyes. Slowly walking into the shot is none other than Kol, who flashes a grin as he stares at Storm.

Kol: That was quite a speech there. Especially about you putting in the work and all of that. I mean, it’s been heard of before, but no surprise there. Another Shootcamp member spewing out the same stuff all you “nice guys” do.

Kol scoffs.

Kol: I remember when I was one of you. When I believed I needed to do all of that work in order to get to the top when all this time, I just needed to do what I knew would grab the attention of those decision makers. Maybe, just maybe, you need to follow my lead and do what I do. After all, I’m the one who has wins over Jimmy Page and Evan Envi the past few months.

The New Yorker then surveys his fellow Vertigo wrestler before cracking a smirk.

Kol: But maybe you can’t take that turn from being a nice guy to being a winner. Maybe you’ve become soft. It usually happens to those who have so much family and loved ones to surround them. Proud father, right? Well, you might be proud of them...but are they proud of what you are?

The edge of Tyler’s mouth flinches a bit at the mention of his kids but he composes himself and takes a few deep breaths before continuing.

Tyler Storm: Kol, let me just say it’s...nice...to see you. You’re certainly looking very nice, I know you have a big match to prepare for tonight with Aria so I won’t keep you too long here. But...regarding the whole spewing the same nice guy stuff you’re talking about there, that is what kind of difference I am hoping to be here on this roster. While I do appreciate the words of my fellow Shootcamp members like Owen and Ace or any other respectful talent on this roster or in this industry...I like to think I follow my words a lot stronger than some of them. That’s no disrespect to them, but I see way too many people with the right mindset get sidetracked and become a lesser version of themselves for greed and for so called success. After all, Colton...sounds like a story you may know far too well.

Tyler lays a hand out and places it on Kol’s shoulder.

Tyler Storm: At least the thing I get with you, Kol, is you have every right to see the world as against you so you want to be against it, against the people, against even yourself at times.  I understand enough about you, the horrible situations you had to deal with in your early life, being forced into a situation where no one was there to really back you until Kingsley came around...who the hell would blame someone as messed up by this world as you to be anything but bitter and without the need for light? And maybe it’s because I dealt with a much nicer upbringing, I didn’t have it near as hard as many of us that are in this business. But that doesn’t mean I care any less for this company and professional wrestling because all of this was my childhood. Growing up with a dad that loved wrestling, fought for many a year in old run down buildings in central Alabama, taught me everything he knew until I lost him a couple years back to the same hateful addiction you are far too familiar with regarding your mother. I stand proud of my good upbringing, even if I hate so many of us here don’t have the same as I did. But I want to share that love I was given with every boy and girl and man and woman who is in this arena watching as a fan or back here as a fellow athlete trying to make it in this business.

Tyler shakes his head and smiles.

Tyler Storm: If that really means I don’t win that much more than you, or others, then it sucks but I’ll keep working to change that in time. But I’ve been graced with a nice career already and one that has barely started in FGA, and I plan to leave a legacy where I was proud of the man that I was, the good guy that didn’t need to turn his back on the industry and the fans and the people that gave him something to believe in. And when my kids are old enough to understand what being proud is...I’d like to believe they will be more than proud their dad didn’t give up on his damn self and had to resort to breaking down others just to get a feel of what it’s like to be happy. You just feel free to keep them out of your mouth, and we won’t have any problems...unless, that’s what you intend because thing is Colton...I am free to tango with you whenever you want because I love a fight, especially against someone that I know is as athletically gifted as you.

Kol chuckles.

Kol: First off, mention me by the correct name. Colton Sterling is dead. Has been for years. But you and others seem to be so insistent on using that name for me when it’s been dead and buried. Kol is what you’ll address me as or you will indeed have a problem on your hands. One no Shootcamp member could really ever take care of. You understand me?

The New Yorker then continues.

Kol: And while I enjoyed your little comeback, it falls on deaf ears. I turned on the fans the moment I realized I didn’t need them to be successful. I spent so much of my career trying to please them that it set me back. And you can say whatever you want to say, try to compare our two upbringings and maybe look at why I’m this way from a psychological standpoint. You’ll never know me as well as you think you do. See you around, champ.

Kol proceeds to bump shoulders with Storm before exiting the shot. Tyler turns to watch him walk out of view and smiles a bit as Spencer walks back a little closer to Storm and holds the mic up to him.

Tyler Storm: Alright Kol...fair play to you, good sir.

Tyler turns back to Spencer and nods.

Tyler Storm: Not sure if there’s much more to say than that...I may have found what’s next.

Tyler walks away from Spencer who just gives a quick nod before the scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

• Tag Team Match •
Silk & Cyanide vs. Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales

The bell sounds as Erin Mariani and Pedro Gonzales start things off for their respective teams. There’s a bit of a feeling out process between the two before Mariani yanks Gonzales into a front facelock. Gonzales tries to escape. But it’s to no avail. Mariani delivers multiple knee lifts while keeping Gonzales locked in the front facelock. She then takes control of one of Gonzales’ arms before bringing him down with an arm trap swinging neckbreaker for a two count. Mariani brings Gonzales back to his feet before sending him off into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, Mariani sends him flipping down to the mat with a kitchen sink. While Gonzales is in the seated position, Mariani delivers a kick to the back, followed by a rake to the eyes, followed by a knee drop for another two count. Mariani brings Gonzales back to his feet before going for an irish whip. But Gonzales reverses! Mexico City’s Favorite Son runs in to follow up with an attack. But Mariani turns away, vaults herself up and counters with the Morning Spider Despair (headscissors driver into the turnbuckles). The boos continue as Mariani follows up with a half nelson facebuster As Gonzales rolls away from the corner, Mariani turns and tags in Sara Mason.

Mason comes in like a ball of fury, racing across the ring and knocking Maritza Diaz off the apron with a dropkick. The boos continue as she heads over and drops multiple leg drops across the back of Gonzales’ neck. She then pulls Gonzales back to a vertical base before delivering cross chops to his throat. Mason grabs a hold of Gonzales, places him in a headlock and runs forward. She then dives out of the ring while snapping Gonzales’ neck across the ropes. The boos continue as she slides back in to make the lateral press. But it only gets a two count. After a quick tag to Mariani, Mason grabs Gonzales and delivers the Vow (one-handed bulldog by Mason across Mariani’s knee)! Mariani makes the cover. But Gonzales is able to get his shoulder up. As Mariani slowly pulls up Gonzales, he starts to fight back with punches to the midsection. The crowd begins to rally behind Gonzales when he stands up and rattles off multiple knife edge chops. An irish whip then sends Mariani into the ropes. When she returns, she sees Gonzales setting up for a back body drop. So Mariani counters with a knee lift, knocking him back down. While Mariani struggles to pick himself up off the mat, she crouches down just out of his reach before becking him with her finger. Just as Gonzales is about to pull himself up off the mat, Mason blindsides him with a sliding clothesline! She scurries back over into her corner while Mariani makes the cover. But it only gets a two count.

Mariani pulls up Gonzales and sends him into the ropes, where Mason knees him in the back. While Gonzales arches his back, Mason is quick to lock him up in a rope-assisted crucifix. While Gonzales is trapped, Mariani stalks her prey before raking his chest repeatedly. Once Mason lets go, Mariani makes the tag out to her. She then shoots Gonzales off into the far ropes. When Gonzales returns, Mason delivers an inverted atomic drop, followed by a double knee backbreaker from Mariani! Silk & Cyanide then slide out of the ring, pick up Diaz on the outside and whip her hard into the guardrail! The Power Princess groans as she crumbles to the canvas. Mariani & Mason then roll back in pulling up Gonzales by his hair. Silk & Cyanide then hoist Gonzales up into the air before driving him down with the Haute Tension (double team inverted crucifix powerbomb)! Mason makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Silk & Cyanide O || Haute Tension (4:31) || Maritza Diaz & Pedro Gonzales X

• Commercial Break •

[FGA Office]

The camera opens up backstage near the parking lot entrance way, showing the man that will challenge for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship later in the night, Marlon Cure, walking into the backstage area to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. Trailing behind Cure is a bag man, carrying Cure's large duffel bag while the self professed "King" seems to be on a business call.

Marlon Cure: Nah nah, there's levels to this sh*t. My shirt sold out and y'all tryna hold out on restocking and play me. I don't play about business --

Bag Man: Mr. Cure...

Marlon seemingly didn't hear the man or just outright ignores him as he continues to speak on the phone.

Marlon Cure: -- Y'all said it would take a while last time we spoke. It doesn't take this long to have merch delivered and restocked.

Bag Man: Mr. Cure...!

Cure's head snaps in the direction of the Bag Man, shooting him a glare before muttering that he's gonna call the person on the other end back. Shoving the phone into his pocket, Cure gives the bag man a look of disdain as he folds his arms across his chest.

Marlon Cure: I guess you tryna really get that tip for the trip, ain't you?

The man winces and looks away guiltily. While he did want the tip he'd been promised, he didn't wanna seem desperate or too eager in the eyes of the very demanding athlete in front of him.

Bag Man: I'm sorry, I --

Cure shakes his head and waves him off, reaching down into his coat pocket and pulling out a wad of cash as he began to flick through a couple of bills.

Marlon Cure: No no, you good you good. You carried the sh*t up here, I'ma pay you what you're worth.

Pausing, Cure pulls out seven bills and looks up at the man with an arched eyebrow.

Marlon Cure: You good with $700, right?

The Bag Man looks stunned for a brief moment before nodding his head rapidly, eyes wide and hopeful.

Bag Man: I... yeah! Of course I'm good with that!

Marlon observes him carefully, before giving a small, satisfied nod.

Marlon Cure: Good...

Without further warning Cure turns to walk away and tosses the money over his shoulder, causing it to fall all around the Bag Man. Several nearby stage hands quickly run to the spot, trying to get in on the money themselves as Cure picks up his bag and walks towards the locker rooms unconcerned. Turning down a corner, Cure looks as though he's reached his destination as he goes to open the door...

Spencer Burke: Marlon! Marlon!

...Only to stop short and give a barely concealed sign of annoyance as Spencer Burke rounds the corner as well, microphone in hand. Burke goes to try and continue his questioning, only to be stopped as Cure holds up a hand to cut him off. Cure reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and pulls out his trademarked cigar and places it between his lips, before striking a match against his thumb nail and lighting up. He takes a large puff and gives a sigh of content, before turning his attention towards Burke.

Marlon Cure: I been here a minute Burke, but I think I got you down to a science now. You saw me coming in and realized that out of everybody that was on Team Vertigo, I'm the loudest one but I'm the one that hasn't spoke at length about what took place when we went heads up against Team Flashpoint, right right? So you wanna get a little sound byte to try and see where my head's at when I'm moments away from snatching my first piece of gold in the land of FGA by taking the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship off of Lowri Moss' hands. Am I right so far?

Burke goes to speak, but Cure cuts him off as he gives Burke a look.

Marlon Cure: Don't speak unless asked, homie.

Burke resists the urge to throw his hands up in exasperation as Cure continues on.

Marlon Cure: As for All-Star Showdown VII... it is what it is at this point. I did what I did best, I flew through the air with the greatest of ease and had my opponents out gunned, out manned, stumbling and shaking while they tried keeping up -- the team did okay, they were only a half a step behind me. And then the match breaks down and it went from being team on team to every man and woman tryna get theirs. In the midst of all this...? Ricky Valero got caught sleeping and cost the entire team the win, because for all the accomplishments the man wants to tout and pull up? He got shook when he saw who it was that had him clamped up. Then have the nerve to put on for the cameras and say "I carried the team and they abandoned me."

Cure has a look of absolute disgust on his features as he mocks Ricky's words following All-Star Showdown VIII, looking over at Burke.

Marlon Cure: All his years in the sport he wanna bring up, all that so called experience and yet he couldn't roll left or right on the mat to try to break that submission hold and save his own ass. Ridiculous, ain't it?

The self professed "King" shakes his head, before moving onto a different topic before Burke could cut in.

Marlon Cure: But as tonight shows, even in defeat the kid won't lose. I had an L forced on me because I had to be a team player for the night, but I got what I wanted out of it in the end. Tonight? I take on the Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion, Lowri Moss, with gold on the line and as anybody knows, I don't sleep when it comes to championships.

Pausing for a moment, Cure looks thoughtful as he considers something. Burke attempts to get a word in edgewise, but again is quickly cut off as Cure begins speaking.

Marlon Cure: But can the champion herself say the same though? Because since All-Star Weekend, it's feeling like she got her eyes on those New US Tag Titles she got repossessed by a Murderer's Row. That's all well and good if you tryna get what's yours back, but I'm hoping, PREYING you're not ill minded enough to overlook yours truly. Because I don't need to jump you from behind and stomp you out to take it from you -- no offense to those that get theirs by any means. I don't need a weapon or to come up and catch you slipping the sleazy way. All I need is one second. That one second difference is all I need to detach you from that title, and everything you been working towards in keeping it for the last 5 months and some change.

Cure looks into the camera with a smirk.

Marlon Cure: Tonight I don't gotta rely on Molly, on Ricky, on Kol or anybody to do what I've been doing since I was 19: Win and win big. I hate that it had to be you Lowri... but tonight ain't ending with you having two to your name while I'm out here starving to for one. Tonight? It ends with the crowd hearing "And New" as Truly Yours gets crowned as FGA's Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion.

Turning his attention back to Spencer Burke, Cure claps him on the shoulder a little forcefully and gives a chuckle.

Marlon Cure: You getting better at this interviewing thing, man. Make sure you keep on with it.

He quickly heads into his locker room, leaving Spencer Burke to wonder what just happened as the scene fades.

[FGA Office]

Previously Recorded
Los Angeles California

Susan Kent and Jessie Pederson are sitting in the shade of a tree in Grand Park.

Jessie Pederson: Hello Vertigo fans, Jessie here and today I’m here in lovely Grand Park in downtown Los Angeles, and joining me today is my special guest, you all know her by now, Susan Kent.

The camera pans to Susan who smiles and waves for the camera.

Jessie Pederson: Thank you for joining me today.

Susan Kent: It’s always nice to talk to you, Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Thanks, by now everyone knows your reason for pursuing a career in professional wrestling, it must have been tough growing up without your dad.

Susan Kent: As you know I was only five when my dad died, he was coming home from his job as a night watchman, and was hit by a drunk driver, the police officer told my mom that my dad died instantly, and breaking down trying to explain to me why dad wasn’t coming home. My mom raised me as a single parent, working day and night to make sure I had the basic necessities, and that I always made the school bus in the morning, and never once thought about herself.

Jessie Pederson: So what was your life like in school?

Susan Kent: I was okay, I wasn’t bullied or anything like that, I was the quiet girl who sat in the back of the class, and while my classmates were playing sports I was studying or reading you know stuff like that.

Jessie Pederson: You have spoken of your?friend Keller, how did you both meet.

Susan Kent: She sat across from me in school and shared a seat with me on the bus, and despite having things better than me, she never shoved it in my face, she’s is my best friend.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, so let's fast forward, tells us about your decision to forgo college and chose a career in professional wrestling.

Susan Kent: College would have been great, and due to my great grades I was offered a full scholarship to Wichita State. Go Shockers! I chose wrestling because I knew that I could train and earn some money, all of which I gave to my mom, even though she insisted that I didn’t.

Jessie Pederson: That truly a great story Susan, you’ve been traveling America wrestling and of course your modeling and acting gigs, and the endorsements, you can provide yourself with a comfortable life.

Susan Kent: I don’t consider myself better than anyone else, and yes things have really been great for me, but I haven’t forgotten where I’ve come from, and I make sure that a significant part of my earning go to my mom because, without her, I wouldn't be the person I am today, Marsha Kent is my hero and she deserves to have a great life.

Jessie Pederson: Okay let’s go back to All-Star Showdown VII, and the Interbrand battle royal, you were considered an underdog, but survived to the very end, so my question is as the match was going on and more and more people were getting eliminated, did the thought come into your mind that you could win the battle royal?

Susan Kent: It was hard to think in there at first, the match was moving at a lightning speed, and as the match went on and more and more people were getting eliminated, and I was still in the match, I was feeling confident I won’t lie about that, but in the end it wasn’t my night, my hat is off to Piper she proved to be a true warrior.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, last question, what’s the next step in the wrestling career of Susan Kent?

Susan Kent: Hopefully I can continue to improve and give the fans great matches every week, hopefully, continue to opens eyes in FGA and on Vertigo.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, thank you for your time, for Frontier Grappling Arts I’m Jessie Pederson, and I’ll talk to you next time.

[FGA Office]

The interbrand battle royal winner Piper Lennon is sat on the floor of her locker room with her legs crossed and a smile on her face as the cameras pan in on her. She adjusts her glasses slightly, then speaks.

Piper Lennon: Well, this is exciting isn't it.

A light giggle.

Piper Lennon: So much went down at All Star Showdown, especially y'know, the whole deal with PeenDragon getting a wee little surprise. Been a lot of focus on how Lowri feels, how she got betrayed or whatnot. Not so much her man who's kind of looked at as the B side of the team, but that's what makes my opportunity here so exciting.

She nods.

Piper Lennon: I like delving into those unexplored spaces in the world, finding out what kind of unexpected stuff's there. That's what life's all about, right? Going around those corners, seeing what lurks, and I'm excited, man. I'm excited to see what's lurking inside--

As she stands up, the camera shot reveals a headshot of Durden on her locker room wall, which she points to.

Piper Lennon: -- right here. And I'm an optimist, I really am, I'm betting there's a whole lot more excitement inside that head to be unleashed if I can just press those right buttons, enter in the correct combinations, all that. He flips and flops a lot, but he's done some pretty hardcore matches too, I think. There's a good chance that his lady's really only seen as the A side because she's got a slightly better rack, and wee bit less scruffy of a beard.

Twirling the carrying strap of her polaroid, she whirls to face straight ahead.

Piper Lennon: Can't wait to put him under the spotlight, should be groovy.

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Neal Durden vs. Piper Lennon

Lennon starts of the match by going right after Durden with a running double axe handle. But Durden’s able to counter by knocking her off her feet with a dropkick. Another dropkick returns Lennon to the mat. After an arm wrench, he shoots Lennon off into the ropes. When Lennon returns, she sees Durden setting up for a back body drop. So she hurdles over him. As soon as Durden stand sup, she delivers a back rake. The boos continue as Lennon turns Durden around and knocks him back with a push kick to the chest. An open hand chop then blisters Durden's chest. Lennon then shoots him off into the ropes with an irish whip of her own. When Durden returns, he brings Lennon down with a Sling Blade for a two count! Durden pulls up Lennon before knocking her backwards into the corner with knife edge chops. Another irish whip sends Lennon across the ring. This time, into the opposite corner. Durden rushes over to follow up with an attack. He throws out a running arched big boot. But Lennon’s able to roll out of the way. When Durden turns around, he gets caught with a cross chop to the throat. The boos continue as Lennon returns the favor with an irish whip of her own. She rushes across the ring and throws out a leaping corner Bionic Elbow. But nobody’s home after Durden slips out of the way, causing Lennon to smash her elbow against the top turnbuckle. As she turns around, Durden throws her down to the mat with a deep arm drag. A second arm drag returns Lennon to the mat before Durden transitions into an armbar.

Lennon slowly fights back to a vertical base. She uses her free arm to move Durden into the near ropes before shoving him off into the far ropes. When Durden returns, Lennon brings him down with a flapjack. Durden gets up on all fours before getting squashed with a jumping double foot stomp to the back. Lennon pushes him over and makes the cover, but she only gets a two count. Lennon moves the action back into the corner and hits Durden with alternating jabs/knife edge chops. She then takes Durden, places him in a side headlock and rakes his face halfway across the top rope. While Durden tries to recover, Lennon takes off into the far ropes. When she returns, Durden ducks and dumps her over the top rope. When Lennon lands safely on the apron, Durden quickly follows up with a pelé kick, knocking Lennon to the floor. While Lennon starts to pull herself up off the floor, Durden turns and runs into the far ropes. When Durden returns, he goes for a somersault plancha. But Lennon quickly dives back inside, causing Durden to splat on the outside! The boos continue as Lennon rolls back out onto the apron, pulls herself up and drops a Cactus Elbow on Durden! She brings the action back inside and makes the cover. But Durden gets his shoulder up at two.

As the match continues, Lennon applies a rear chinlock. When Durden refuses to quit, she transitions into a fish hook. The crowd erupts with boos as Lennon tries to rip Durden’s mouth apart! The ref scolds her before giving her until the count of five to break the illegal hold. Lennon breaks the hold in time… then follows up with a spinning bootscrape across the face. A jawbreaker then sends Durden down to the mat for a count of two. Lennon then delivers a side russian leg sweep, followed by a Garvin Stomp to the extremities. Lennon reaches down, grabs Durden by the wrist and pulls him up onto his knees. While still holding the arm, Lennon nails Durden with a soccer kick flurry. While Durden is dazed, Lennon turns and heads off into the far ropes. When she returns, Durden leaps to his feet before knocking her down with a dropsault. Another irish whip shoots Lennon off into the ropes. When she returns, Lennon throws out a roundhouse kick. But Lennon ducks before continuing to run the ropes. When she returns, Durden knocks her down with a crescent kick! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Lennon gets the shoulder up.

Durden stays in control as he knocks Lennon down with a springboard roundhouse kick for another two count! The Tag Champ goes for an Olympic Slam. But Lennon slips down from behind and doubles him over with a double ax handle to the base of the neck. When Lennon returns from running off into the ropes, Durden throws her down with a sitout scoop slam piledriver! He makes the cover. ONE! TWO! T-NO! Lennon gets her shoulder up. After shooting Lennon into the corner, Durden runs over and blasts her with an arched big boot! He then switches positions with Lennon, lifts her up and ropes her face-first across the top turnbuckle with a powerbomb facebuster! Durden pulls up a dazed Lennon and lifts her up across his shoulders for Nirvana’s Fall (fireman’s carry dropped into an Overhead Kick). But before Durden can head towards the center of the ring, Lennon reaches out and grabs a hold of the top turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Lennon continues to block the attempt at the finisher. Durden tries to pull her off. But she’s got a death grip on the top rope! So the ref is forced to enforce the rope break. Durden reluctantly lets Lennon down once the count reaches ‘four’. Once Lennon is on her feet, Durden steps back and motions for a superkick. But he has to pull back at the last second when Lennon pulls the ref in the way! Durden then moves the ref out of the way to get to Lennon. This distraction causes Lennon to nail Durden with a quick kick to the nether regions while the ref’s back is turned! The crowd erupts with boos while Durden is doubled over. Lennon then brings Durden back to the center of the ring and hits him with a Heat Punch before bringing him down with the Snapshot (cravate knee facebreaker)! The boos continue as Lennon makes the cover for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Neal Durden X || Snapshot (8:54) || Piper Lennon X

• Commercial Break •

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

• Singles Match •
Kol vs. Aria Eckhart

Eckhart starts off the match early by controlling Kol with a side headlock. After bringing Kol to the mat with a side headlock takeover, Kol reverses into a headscissors. But Eckhart’s able to escape via kip up. Once Kol scrambles back to a vertical base, Eckhart takes Eckhart and whips him into the ropes. When Kol returns, he slams on the brakes when Eckhart holds her arms out and yells “wait a minute”! The crowd cheers when Eckhart quickly pulls him into a front facelock to set up an EDT (DDT) But Kol is quick to slip out and shove Eckhart away from him. Vertigo’s very own Darling stays on the attack, knocking Kol off his feet with a running dropkick. When Kol returns to a vertical base, Eckhart delivers a pair of arm wrenches before hitting him with multiple backhand chops. An irish whip then sends Kol into the far ropes. When Kol returns, Eckhart throws out a lariat. But Kol swats the arm out of his way as he continues to run the ropes. When Kol returns, Eckhart doubles him over with a spinning back kick before delivering a snapmare. Eckhart follows up with a running leg drop for a two count.

As the match continues, Eckhart moves Kol into the corner and delivers more backhand chops. After sending Kol into the opposite corne with an irish whip, Eckhart runs across the ring to follow up with an attack. But Kol ducks and dumps her over the top rope. When Eckhart lands safely on the apron, Kol is quick to knock her off with a gamengiri! Kol rolls to the outside and proceeds to put the boots to Eckhart. The boos continue as he delivers a belly to back suplex on the floor. After delivering a vertical suplex on the floor, Kol rolls Eckhart back inside and makes the cover. But she gets her shoulder up.

In the third minute, Kol delivers a russian leg sweep followed by a leg drop for a two count. A neckbreaker garners another two count. Kol then sets up for a running bulldog when Eckhart shoves him off of her into the ropes. When Kol returns, he leaps across the ring and knocks Eckhart down with a flying forearm smash for a two count. Once Eckhart is whipped into the corner, Kol runs full steam ahead across the ring before squashing her in the corner with double knees! He then delivers another irish whip, follows Eckhart across the ring and connects with a corner dropkick. When Eckhart crumbles from out of the corner, Kol drags her into position before stepping out onto the apron. Boos rain down upon Kol as he marches across the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and goes for a diving headbutt. But Eckhart rolls out of the way, causing Kol to crash face-first onto the canvas!

As both grapplers slowly make their way back up to their feet in the sixth minute, Eckhart nails Kol with right hands to the face before bringing him down with a leg hook reverse STO! She makes the cover. ONE! TWO! Kol gets his shoulder up. An irish whip is then reversed, sending Eckhart into the ropes. When she returns, she sees Kol setting up for a back body drop. So she stops and counters with a kick to the face that stands Kol upright. While Kol holds his nose with both hands, Eckhart turns and heads back into the ropes. When she returns, Kol throws out a roundhouse kick. But Eckhart ducks and continues to run the ropes. When Eckhart returns, she knocks Kol back with a lariat. The Darling heads back into the ropes, returns and knocks Kol back with another lariat! While Kol is reeling, Eckhart takes back off into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd erupts with boos when Kol knocks her down with a bicycle kick! Kol then takes a hold of Eckhart before planting her with an Evenflow DDT. While Eckhart is rocked, Kol pulls Eckhart back up, positions her in an inverted front facelock before bringing her down with the Kol Kuter (rolling cutter)! Kol makes the cover and gets the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Kol O || Kol Kutter (9:28) || Aria Eckhart X

• Commercial Break •