Birmingham DVD Taping (5.2.15)

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(Show opens with FGA World Champion Chandler Scott standing in the ring. After taking a scan of the arena, Chandler raises the mic and begins to speak.)

Chandler Scott: Jimmy Page, two weeks ago you stole something from me. You stole the FGA World Championship. MY World Championship! Some say you did it out of spite. Others think you did it because you wanted to get under my skin. But I know your true motives. You stole that championship because you knew you could never win it back. But I’m not Dom… or Dan… or Riley… or even Cordelia. I am not going to play these games with you. You get off on playing these mind games. But I’m not in the mood for your BS. So I’m going to keep this simple so even an idiot like you can understand. You can count down from five, can’t you? I know that Flint education is fairly useless. But even someone as dense as you should be able to do basic math. I’m going to give you five seconds, Page. Five seconds, and not a second more, to get your mangy… disgusting… flea-ridden ass down to this ring. You will then get in this ring, place my belt back in my arms and say, “Sorry, Mr. Scott, this won’t happen again. I promise.” And after I pat you on the head, you’ll turn around, leave this ring and wait to get your teeth kicked in at Glory Road.

Now if you don’t return what is rightfully mine, then I will scour every inch of this building until I find you. I will leave no stone unturned. I will look in every crack and crevice until I find you. I know you’re back there, Page. I know you’re back there hiding in some hole like the rat you are. If you don’t give me that belt back, I will grab you by your tail, drag you out to this ring and stomp the living hell out of you until there is nothing left to recognize. Do I make myself clear? FIVE!







Chandler Scott: & The Crowd: FOUR!








Chandler Scott: & The Crowd: THREE!







Chandler Scott: & The Crowd: TWO!







Chandler Scott: & The Crowd: ONE!












(Page comes out, World Championship wrapped around his waist, no music, no fanfare, just him. His nonchalant eyes glare at Scott. Page raises a hand towards the ring, and vaguely twirls it at the "champion".)

Jimmy Page: Are you done...?

(Scott shouts at Page, dropping the microphone and leaning against the ropes.)

Jimmy Page: Word around the back is you want a shot at my championship. You're pretty presistent, I give you that Scott. I guess that Harvard diploma is the equivalent of getting a gift certificate at a Burger King, because you must be DAMN STUPID to think I'm going to give this belt up to YOU....YOU OF ALL PEOPLE. Want to know something, each and every time you try and make yourself out to be this PERFECTIONIST when all you are is a bloated ego!! You're and EGOIST; You're VAIN; You're something nice and pretty to look at.

(Page pauses and inches closer and closer towards the ring. Scott forces a smirk, an angry, bitter smirk on his face.)

Jimmy Page: Want to know what you are, deep down inside Scott...?

(Page is getting a little bold here as he stops at the apron. Scott pleads him to get in that ring so he can cave Jimmy's beard into his face. Page's icy eyes glare through Chandler who leans over the ropes, swearing at the "former" world champion.)

Jimmy Page: YOU'RE A WHORE!!!! You're a cocktease, you're everything that's wrong with FGA!! You're just as much poison as your little fuck-friend Carmine, and when I get done with him tonight, I'm going to beat YOU!!! Because like the whore you and Carmine are: You're just gonna TAKE it...!!

(Page chuckles, gives a shit-eating grin and then turns to walk off, but suddeny he turns back around and spits at Scott. CHANDLER rushes out of the ring as fast as he can, but Page hopes the guard rail and goes into the crowd. Chandler shouts at him, "BE A MAN YOU SPINELESS PIECE OF TRASH!!!" Page unhooks the belt and holds it up as fans boo him and shout at him to get in there and fight Scott one on one. Page lets out a loud shout.)

Jimmy Page: KING...OF THE FUCKIN' WOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Page's twisted grin turns into a scowl as he glares down Scott, who wasn't even finished. He'd get his belt...one way or another...)

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Kris Cruise: Whoa, what a way to open the show. Chandler Scott calling out Jimmy Page after he stole the FGA World Championship two weeks ago in Shreveport.

Stephy Auger: That's right; Page swiped the belt from ringside during Chandler's match on the last show, and now he's just taunting Chandler.

Kris Cruise: He's certainly playing with fire - did you see how close he got to the ring before bailing out through the crowd?

Stephy Auger: I did. Now, both of those men will be in action a little later against the likes of Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine and Cordelia Stevenson, so I know we haven't seen the last of them for tonight.

Kris Cruise: Because we're here in Birmingham, on our last stop before Glory Road in two weeks time in Miami, Florida. Where, of course, Chandler Scott will be defending that FGA World Championship against Jimmy Page. But before we get to that, we start tonight with an eight man tag match. Lets get this show started!

J.B. Ronie, Seth Lawless, Jake Wylde, Mike Bisignano
vs.
Camellia D. Magna, Jason Richards, Alec Sage, CJ O'Donnell

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest tonight is an eight man tag match. Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina, CAMELLA D. MAGNA!

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena. The main lights go dim and the entrance ramp is lit by blue and green lights. Fog slowly rolls down the ramp, covering the floor. Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the cheers from the crowd. When about halfway down the ramp, she takes off running, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. While on the mat, she pushes up into the bridge position. After holding it for a few seconds, she kicks over to a standing position.

J.A. Aldridge: And her tag team partner, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 202 lbs … He is “THE STRONG STYLE WOLF” JASON RICHARDS!

A loud howl blasts throughout the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium as the lights go out. As it stays dark the camera focuses on the entrance way, where Jason Richards appears out of nowhere. His head is down, a wolf type mask covering his mouth. He slowly raises his head we can see he is wearing ice blue contacts. He begins to make his way to the ring as he seems to be in a trance with his entire focus on the ring. He walks up the ring steps and then stands on the second rope as he rips the mask off he lets out a howl of his own. He jumps down and crouches in the corner looking straight ahead.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, hailing from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 160lbs … CJ O’DONNELL!

As “The State of Massachusetts” begins to play the black curtains begins to move. Out steps "The Distinguished" CJ O’Donnell to the delight of the fans. As CJ begins to walk down the aisle slapping high fives with the fans in attendance tonight. CJ climbs up the ring steps as he wipes his feet on the top of the steps before entering the ring. As CJ enters the ring he raises his hands in the air as he gets another chorus of cheers from the fans. CJ begins to stretch in the corner as he awaits for the bell to ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 164lbs … ‘THE KNOCKOUT KID’ ALEC SAGE!

The intro of "What's Up Now" hits the PA and gets the crowd going immediately. As the song gets heavy, Alec Sage storms onto the entrance and immediately takes off his hood and turns his back towards the ring. After letting the fans have a good look at the "Alec Sage Ain't Nothing To Fuck With" sign on the back of his vest, he turns around and shouts "COME ON!" to get the crowd going even more. He walks to the ring and claps hands with the fans in attendance before jumping on the apron and slingshoting himself into the ring. Once there, Alec immediately climbs to one of the turnbuckles, showing off to the crowd, then takes off his vest and hands it to a ring crew member before warming up before the match.

Kris Cruise: That’s a formidable looking team right there, Stephy. Strength, agility, brains and beauty all on one team.

Stephy Auger: I agree, Kris. These four are all talented wrestlers who have come together due to unfortunate circumstances; their opponents this evening have gone out of their way over recent weeks to make life hell for all four of them. But tonight they settle this.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, introducing first, from West Yorkshire, England, weighing in at 202lbs … ‘THE INFECTION’ JAKE WYLDE!

“Even Flow” by Pearl Jam hits, and the crowd begins to boo instantly. Jake Wylde makes his way from the back pushing the curtains aside, taking a drink from his water bottle and dumping some on his head. He runs his hands through his hair and over his face, looking at the fans with a look of disgust. He mocks some, keeping his distance from them before sliding onto the apron. He sits there, back to the ropes looking at the fans on both sides of the ring, shaking his head. He hops up, and climbs into the ring getting ready for battle.

The lights go out as the opening chords of “Miseria Cantare (The Beginning) by AFI plays over the PA system. The lights come up and standing at the top of the entrance ramp is Mike `The Biz’ Bisignano. He has short hair and is wearing a plain black hoodie that is unzipped, a pair of black UFC style tight fight shorts, and black wrestling boots. On the back of the shorts it says "The Biz" in white font. He also sports black kickpads over the boots. The hood is pulled over his head hiding his head.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 202lbs … MIKE BISIGNANO!

The fans are booing and jeering as The Biz stands at the bottom of the aisle. He flips his hood back before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. He then gets up on the top turnbuckle and looks out at the fans as the music fades. He then does a back flip landing on his feet and leans back into the corner awaiting the start of the match.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 240lbs … “THE NEXT BIG THING” SETH LAWLESS!

“Battle Born” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play throughout the arena as Seth Lawless steps through the curtain to boos from the crowd. After throwing on his sunglasses, he slowly walks down the ramp and avoids any interaction with the fans. Lawless then slides into the ring and shoots a wary glance towards The Biz as the pair of them stay a safe distance away from each other. The music begins to fade out as both men in the ring look up the aisle, awaiting the arrival of their opponents.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from The Carnival Grounds, weighing in at 220lbs … J.B. RONIE!

“Turn up, Rittz!”

“Shut up, bitch!”

Fog slowly fills the aisle way as low piano notes open “Turn up” by Rittz … But there’s no sign of J.B Ronie. His three partners in the ring all begin to stare down the aisle, awaiting his arrival … but he’s not there.

Kris Cruise: What’s going on here, where’s J.B. Ronie?

Stephy Auger: He did mention during the week that he wasn’t happy with his partners and wouldn’t be showing tonight…

Kris Cruise: I thought he was just blowing smoke though.

Stephy Auger: Me too.

The bell sounds to start the match as Lawless, Wylde and Bisignano continue to stare down the aisle, awaiting the arrival of their fourth team member. Wylde is in the ring, the default legal man, as Cami Magna sneaks up behind him and spins him around. She immediately begins firing away with some forearm shots that have Wylde reeling; the crowd here in Birmingham are right behind Cami as she switches her attacks to a spinning kick to the midsection before going for an Irish whip. It’s reversed, however, as Magna is sent running against the ropes. She’s taken down by a shouldertackle before Wylde runs against the perpendicular ropes. Cami rolls onto her front as Wylde hops over her, bouncing off the ropes again. This time, Cami is back on her feet as she leapfrogs over the approaching Jake Wylde. He hits the ropes again and, this time, he runs straight into the hurricanrana!

Kris Cruise: Cami Magna starting off strong tonight, and she has Jake Wylde right where she wants him.

Stephy Auger: He certainly got caught by surprise there.

The fans cheer as Cami pops back up to her feet, just in time to see Wylde making the tag out to Seth Lawless. He storms the ring with a lariat attempt, but Cami ducks and counters with a mule kick. She goes against the ropes for some momentum – but Lawless is right on her trail, clotheslining Magna right over the top rope and down to the outside. Bisignano and Wylde drop off the apron and start laying the boots to Cami, but not before Seth tries to bait his opponents into entering the ring. The referee is occupied, holding back Richards, Sage and O’Donnell as, on the outside, Wylde and Bisignano finally roll Cami back into the ring. She staggers back to her feet, straight into a powerslam as Seth drives her into the mat with all 240lbs crashing down on top of her. And the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

Stephy Auger: Did you see the ring shake there?

Richards makes the save. The referee has to restrain The Strong Style Wolf as Lawless taunts him, choking out Magna with his boot as he does so. Lawless drags his opponent back to her feet and brings her over to the heel corner, whereupon he tags in Bisignano. The pair of them take advantage of the five second rule to double team Cami, stomping her down into the turnbuckle before the official order Seth to leave the ring. Magna gets dragged out of the corner again and promptly gets snap suplexed down to the canvas. The Biz floats over and assumes a mounted position atop Cami’s chest, but the punch combo gets interrupted by Alec Sage storming the ring! Sage charges in – but The Biz is ready for him, taking the rookie down with a spinebuster! Mounted punches follow as Sage tries desperately to cover up, but he’s saved by CJ O’Donnell who rushes the ring. Lawless and Wylde both enter as well, taking out O’Donnell and the approaching Richards.

Kris Cruise: I think the referee has lost control here.

Stephy Auger: There’s seven people all vying to get in the ring, he has his hands full.

The Biz tosses Sage out over the top rope as Lawless catches Richards with a German suplex, after which The Strong Style Wolf rolls out under the bottom rope. That’s followed by Wylde clotheslining O’Donnell over the top rope. The three men all look fairly content with themselves as they look begrudgingly at one another before turning around – CROSS BODY BLOCK!

Kris Cruise: High flying Magna!

Cami Magna had climbed to the top rope and proceeded to take out all three of her opponents with a cross body block to a massive cheer from the fans. Lawless and Wylde roll towards the apron, leaving Cami and The Biz in the ring as she drapes an arm over his chest.

ONE!
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TWO!

Kris Cruise: So close!

Stephy Auger: Cami with an impressive cross body to take down her three opponents, but it’s not enough to get the win.

Kickout by Mike Bisignano. Magna rolls off him and starts moving towards her corner; O’Donnell, Richards and Sage are all clamouring for the tag as Cami makes the tag out to Jason Richards! The Strong Style Wolf storms the ring, knocking down The Biz with a lariat before rushing towards the opposite corner. He sends Wylde flying off the apron with a forearm shot before turning to Lawless; Richards fires a forearm shot off, but Seth responds in kind. The two of them trade shots until The Biz has recovered – he charges in, but Richards sees him coming and ducks the attack. Lawless finds himself on the receiving end of a boot to the face, sending him tumbling off the apron!

Kris Cruise: Uh oh, I don’t think Seth will be too happy with that!

The Biz looks shocked at what he just did, but even more shocked as he feels the hands clasp around his waist. The German suplex by Jason Richards – is countered! The Biz landing on his feet; he waits for Richards to get back to his feet before delivering a savate kick to the jaw! Richards spins on the spot, allowing The Biz to grab him from behind with a rear waistlock – GERMAN SUPLEX! But he keeps the hands clasped together, lifting Richards back to his feet for a second German suplex. The Biz releases his grip this time, standing back up in order to execute a standing moonsault as he goes for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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.
NO!

Magna makes the save. The referee orders her back out onto the apron as The Biz makes the tag out to Seth Lawless. Seth enters the ring and grabs up Richards, only to be caught by surprise with an inside cradle!

ONE!
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TWO!

But Lawless kicks out. Both he and Richards scramble back to their feet, but it’s Seth who gets there first as he meets Jason with a toe kick to the gut, doubling him over. A few forearm shots to the face follow before Richards gets whipped towards the corner. Seth is hot on the trail, charging in after his opponent with a running clothesline before he sends Richards from pillar to post. Again, Seth runs in after him – NO! Jason Richards gets his boot up, straight to the face of Lawless! The Fratdaddy staggers back a few steps as Richards rushes to his corner, making the tag out to CJ O’Donnell! The Distinguished hurries into the ring, running for Lawless – only to get caught by a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Stephy Auger: CJ O’Donnell driven down across the knee with force!

Kris Cruise: He might be broken in half, Stephy.

O’Donnell pops back up to his feet, clutching at his back, as Seth doubles him over with a boot to the gut. Displaying his strength, Seth Lawless soon has his opponent up in the air before he brings O’Donnell crashing to the mat with a running powerbomb!

Stephy Auger: Could this be it?

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: This match will continue!

Sage makes the save this time. The referee ushers Alec Sage back to his corner as an irate Seth Lawless makes the tag out to Mike Bisignano. The Biz promptly enters the ring and waits for O’Donnell to get back to his feet before executing THE BIZNESS END! O’Donnell collapses to the mat, as The Biz rises to taunt his opponents, only to get caught out of nowhere by Alec Sage and The Death of the Robot! Sage pops up to his feet to a cheer from the crowd, but his applause is short lived as Lawless enters the ring and promptly takes Sage down with THE BOOM RUN! Sage flops towards the apron as Richards rushes into the ring; he grabs Lawless up onto his shoulder and drills him into the canvas with WOLF’S BLOOD!

Stephy Auger: There are bodies everywhere!

Richards has no chance to soak in the applause either, however, as Wylde runs up behind up and brings Richards back first down across his knees with The Infection! Looking rather pleased with himself, Wylde stands back up – but he’s forgotten one thing. Cami Magna vaults up onto the top rope and flies through the air, delivering the SNAPDRAGON FIRE! Wylde is sent hurtling across the ring, rolling out under the bottom rope as Cami stands tall in the center of the ring…

Kris Cruise: Wait a second, who’s that coming through the crowd?

Stephy Auger: Is that…

J.B Ronie climbs over the guard rail and slides into the ring behind Magna. The crowd yell for her to look out, but she’s bumrushed out the ring, tumbling over the top rope and to the outside before making his way over to where The Biz is still laid out.

J.B. Ronie: "Looks like I'm saving your ass again, bitch!”

He says before tagging himself in. O’Donnell is just getting back to his feet, stumbling slightly as Ronie doubles him over with a boot to the gut – ROTTEN BOMB! And the cover, a forearm across the face as the referee makes the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, the team of J.B RONIE, MIKE BISIGNANO, SETH LAWLESS and JAKE WYLDE!

“Turn Down” by Rittz begins to play as the crowd boo mercilessly; Ronie stands tall in the center of the ring as, from the outside, Cami Magna glares up at him. Lawless and The Biz both glare up at him as well, anger in their eyes as Ronie flips over the top rope, making his way back up the aisle way as he leaves the pile of bodies in the ring behind him.

Kris Cruise: Ever the opportunist, J.B. Ronie has just picked up the win for his ‘team’.

Stephy Auger: I guess he decided to show up after all, Kris. But credit to the other seven competitors. They put on a hell of a match here to start the show.

Kris Cruise: Absolutely. And you have to think his partners won’t be happy with what Ronie did here…

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The last of the competitors from the opening contest leave the ringside area, making their way up the aisle as "Turn Up" begins to fade away. The crowd fall silent, wondering what's next, when suddenly Fireflight’s “Stand Up” starts to fill the PA system. Mia Scott steps through the curtain, dressed in street clothes--jeans and a Chelsea FC jersey. She stops at the top of the entrance ramp for a second, flashing a grin out into the audience as they cheer the Englishwoman. She makes a quick trip down to the ring, slapping hands with any fans that might have stuck their hands out as she walks by, then climbs up the steps and into the ring, immediately gesturing to be handed a microphone.

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re looking at the woman who SHOULD be the Pride Champion right now...she beat Dom Harter two falls to zero back in Shreveport...but the second fall was a disqualification...

Stephy Auger: For all intents and purposes, Mia Scott should be the Pride Champion. I don’t think anyone--save Dom Harter himself--would argue that point. But because of a technicality, she’s not, and that can’t sit well with Mia.

Kris Cruise: Not at all...interestingly, though, I don’t even have Mia scheduled to be here tonight...so this should be something.

Mia takes a second, patting the head of the mic once or twice, huffing out a breath.

Mia Scott: Two weeks ago...I played Dom Harter like a bloody piano. He thought he was clever, with the Joker facepaint and the crowbar and such...he thought I was just being funny when I called him a crow, but, uh...I had an ace up my sleeve, didn’t I?

Mia smirks a little bit, idly playing with her mic for a second.

Mia Scott: The problem is...so did he. Mine...was to play with his head like he tried to play with mine; HIS...was to slither away like a damned snake, to cheat and make sure the last image you people saw was him with that belt...whatever it took. I guess...kudos to him for it…

Mia Scott: But, uh...I got a lil news for our...heh, esteemed Pride Champion...so, Harter, if ya got the guts...why don’tcha come on down to the ring, let’s have a lil chat, yeh?

Kris Cruise: Mia Scott has “news” for Dom Harter?

Stephy Auger: I don’t think we’ve ever seen Mia come out here and demand someone’s attention like this before, this...might be bigger than we thought.

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena, the crowd beginning to boo even before Dom emerges from the curtain. The boos get louder as the Pride Champion smugly pushes through the curtain, a mic in one hand, the other wrapped around the strap of the Pride Championship. Dom glances down at the belt on his shoulder, even giving it a pat to rub it in a little bit more.

Mia Scott: Ya actually came out, first time’a asking...colour me surprised…

Mia Scott: Here’s the thing, Harter…

Dom Harter: “Champ”, please.

Mia laughs to herself, nodding her head just a little bit.

Mia Scott: Right, right...aright, here’s the thing, champ...you and I both know that match was a load of shite. We both know that you…

Dom Harter: Whoa, what we both know is that I’m the FGA Pride Champion...and you’re not. So just get to the point already.

Mia Scott: Aright, since you asked nicely: You. Me. Glory Road.

Dom looks down at the ring for a second...before breaking into laughter, almost exaggeratedly so, slapping his mic against his leg.

Dom Harter: This is a goddamn joke, right? You couldn’t get the job done the first time! What the hell makes you think you deserve a second shot?

Mia Scott: Let’s start with the fact that yer a massive coward and work back from that, yeh?

Dom Harter: How about this, instead? Fuck you, and fuck your challenge. You had your shot…

Dom smirks and lifts the Pride Championship up over his head.

Dom Harter: NEXT!

Mia reaches behind herself, pulling an envelope, folded in half, from under her shirt.

Kris Cruise: What the hell is that?

Mia undoes the envelope, pulling a few sheets of paper out of it, bound together.

Mia Scott: Care to guess what this is, Harter?

Dom Harter: ...Don’t know. Don’t care.

Mia Scott: Oh...you, uh...you should really care about this one…

Mia Scott: See...it wasn’t a challenge…

Mia turns to face the nearest camera, showing the sheets of paper she’s holding to be a contract.

Mia Scott: It’s a match...signed, sealed, delivered; you and me, for the Pride title, at Glory Road in Miami.

Stephy Auger: WHOA!

Harter’s face goes from an arrogant smirk to slack-jawed surprise. He drags the Pride title off his shoulder, gripping it tightly in one hand, surprise fading to anger toward the Briton.

Mia Scott: But, uh...there’s one little caveat I insisted on…a precaution...if you will.

Mia Scott: If you pull that lil trick again...get yourself disqualified...counted out...whatever cheap little trick you’ve got to run away from me again…

Mia grins wide as she holds her mic up, leaning over the ropes facing the stage.

Mia Scott: You lose that title.

Harter scowls down at the Briton in the ring, screaming “WHAT!?” Mia, on the other hand, just stands on the middle rope, pointing up the ramp to the Pride Champion...then makes a belt motion around her waist.

Kris Cruise: Wow...Dom Harter is NOT happy. I don’t think he wanted any part of Mia Scott after Shreveport.

Stephy Auger: He won’t have a choice at Glory Road, though...and with the Champion’s Advantage taken away, can he turn their last match around, or will we see a new Pride Champion in Miami?

Mia Scott: See ya in a couple weeks…champ…

“Stand Up” by Firelight begins playing throughout the arena as Harter backs away behind the curtain, never taking his eyes off Mia Scott; the Briton remains in the ring for a moment, basking in the fans’ adulation before she too makes her up the aisle, slapping hands with the fans as she goes.

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In 1849, California Gold Rush era....

Treasure seekers the world over streamed to California looking for a quick fortune. 

Just over 150 years later, Frontier Grappling Arts witnessed the event again. 

This time, in Miami, Florida. Over 20 of FGA's grappler's will meet up in the ring for one night only. 

It's a shot at glory. 

It's a shot at gold. 

There can only be one.

Saturday, May 16, 2015.

Who will be the last grappler standing?

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Jason Orion vs. Tom Shelby vs. Sebastian Chambers vs. Izzy Anders vs. Desmond Knight

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a fatal fiveway match. Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 212lbs … TOM SHELBY!

The arena's lights fade to near darkness as "Call You Out" hits the PA system, cueing the cheers of the FGA fans. A single spotlight blinks on, lighting up the entrance stage as Tom Shelby pushes himself through the curtain. Here he slowly paces around, taking in crowd reaction before taking center stage just in time for the sound bite cues both the lighting and Shelby himself to pick up. Shelby throws his head forward a bit scuffing his hair as red and gold lights suddenly begin flashing around the arena to the beat.

Tom Shelby starts a ‘B-Line’ strut towards the ring, making sure to play up the crowd, evening touching the hands of a few as he passes by. When he reaches the protective padding around ringside he bolts up the ring steps and leaps to the second turnbuckle. From here Shelby spreads his arms apart and peers out at the crowd taking in their reaction. After a few seconds he jumps into the ring and takes a spot at the opposite corner where he begins stretching while he awaits his opponent.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 205lbs … SEBASTIAN CHAMBERS!

Gold lights pulsate as the intro to “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy begin to play. Sebastian Chambers comes out from the back. He stands on the entrance way and raises his arms to the disdain of the fans. He makes his way down to the ring as he antagonizes the fans. He circles the ring and continue to antagonize the fans until he stops in front of a steel steps. He climbs the steps and stops at the ring apron. He slips between the top and middle ropes and walks towards the opposite corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms up again to the disdain of the fans. He climbs down and walks to his corner as he awaits his opponent.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 228lbs … DESMOND KNIGHT!

Desmond makes his ways slowly down the aisle, trying to rally the fans to his cause as he makes his way towards the ring. Once there, he climbs up the steel steps and enters through the middle ropes.

In an instance, "Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine almost blasts the speakers useless. A light red shade spreads among the crowd. When the overpowering sounds of the song settle only a tad, Izzy makes her way out. She walks out, stepping close to the camera operator. Izzy puts up a boxing stance, throws a few, playful strikes at the camera, and gives the camera a smile before turning back to the ring. She rhythmically makes her way down to the ring, cracking her knuckles. She offers her hands to the audience, slapping any outstretched hands with passion and glee.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia … IZZY ANDERS!

She reaches ringside and proceeds to walk around the whole ring, greeting every fan there. She walks by the commentary team, yelling out at them. "You all ready for this?!" she yells before, getting onto the ring apron. She ascends the top rope, headbanging to the vigorous song. She leaps into the ring, bouncing around, keeping her intensity at an all-time high. Even as she stops moving around the ring, she still opts to bounce about.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Gary, Indiana, weighing in at 150lbs … JASON ORION!

The drums of The Beatles' 'Everybody's Got Something To Hide (Except For Me And My Monkey)' begin to play, drawing a cheer from the crowd. A moment later, Jason Orion comes out of the tunnel with Spot Monkey across his shoulders as always. As the lyrics to the song kick in, he begins to run down the aisle, slapping hands. Once at ringside, he takes a moment to hand Spot Monkey over to a ring technician, on his leash, before vaulting over the top rope onto the centre of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Five debuting wrestlers all looking to make an impact, Stephy. I can’t wait for this one.

Stephy Auger:After the excitement in that eight man tag match, plus the announcement that we’ll see Dom Harter defend his Pride title against Mia Scott in two weeks time at Glory Road – these newcomers will have to try hard to top what we’ve already seen tonight.

Kris Cruise: No doubt, but I think they can do it.

The bell sounds to start this match as all five competitors stand in the ring. Orion steps forward, beckoning Izzy to take him on – but the Vanilla Midget is blindsided by Chambers and Knight, while Shelby attacks Izzy Anders, forcing her back into a corner. The Australian, Shelby, uses his size advantage to wear Anders down; shoulder thrusts and knee lifts finding their mark as, across the ring, Orion is being stomped until he’s forced down into a seated position.

Knight has his boot down across the throat of Jason Orion, choking him out while he’s sat in the corner, but Sebastian Chambers has other ideas. He pushes Desmond aside and says “watch this” before running against the ropes, coming back with a facewash boot to Jason Orion.

Sebastian Chambers: Your turn…

Knight obliges, running against the ropes as he readies himself to deliver the facewash – only to get speared by Sebastian Chambers! The fans begin to laugh as Knight rolls out of the ring clutching his ribs in pain – but they laugh even louder when Chambers turns back to Orion in the corner, when he finds himself on the receiving end of a flying forearm smash!

Kris Cruise: Oh, the former UWL American Champion is fighting back!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Anders is in trouble as Shelby sits her on the top turnbuckle, ready for a superplex. The Australian climbs up to the middle rope and hooks the arm, but Izzy fires off a punch to the side. Then another. And a third one causes Shelby to release his grip as he sways backwards. He grabs hold of the top rope to steady himself, but Anders fires off a series of forearm shots to the face that knock Shelby off the ropes, sending him crashing down to the mat with a thud. She can see Orion just hit the flying forearm smash, drawing a cheer from the crowd as Anders herself stands up on the top rope. She leaps off with a double knee drop to Shelby, impacting his ribcage before going for the cover.

Stephy Auger:Izzy Anders fighting her way out of a tough spot there.

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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Not quite.

Orion drags Anders off their opponent, breaking up the cover; Anders pops right back up to her feet; the newcomers stare at one another momentarily, until Chambers charges in. She yells for Orion to duck, causing Chambers’ lariat to miss the Vanilla Midget before Anders takes him down with a drop toe hold. She floats over her prone opponent, applying a front face lock as, on the other side of the ring, Desmon Knight is beginning to recover on the outside. Orion steadies himself by the ropes before propelling himself to the outside, taking out Knight with a crossbody block.

Kris Cruise: Jason Orion goes airborne!

Stephy Auger:He has a reputation as something of a high flyer, Kris. We’re certainly seeing that here.

Chambers is beginning to fight back inside the ring, forcing Anders to her feet as she tries to keep to keep the facelock applied. It transitions into a headlock as Chambers fires off a few back elbows to the gut, weakening Izzy’s grip. He counters with a back suplex, but Anders lands on her feet; she immediately launches into Dirty Dancing as Chambers turns around, firing off a flurry of kicks to the sides before finishing with a step up enziguiri that sends Chambers down to the mat and rolling out under the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger:I don’t think I’ve ever seen a kicking combo like that before!

Shelby is back on his feet, having used the ropes to regain his vertical base, but Orion is ready for him. The Vanilla Midget flies through the air with a springboard missile dropkick that knocks the Australian back down to the mat, but Shelby doesn’t stay there for long. He pops back up again and runs at Orion, straight into the small boot! It’s powerful enough to send Shelby stumbling out through the middle ropes as Orion and Anders realize they’re the only two left standing at the moment.

Kris Cruise: They’ve made short work of their competition so far…

Stephy Auger:…was that a little person joke, Kris?

Kris Cruise: …no pun intended. Honest mistake… but now we might get to see what Jason Orion and Izzy Anders can do against one another.

Their eyes meet from across the ring before they move closer to one another, meeting in the center of the squared circle; the fans in attendance begin to grow excited as Orion looks around the arena, urging them all to be louder before turning back to Izzy Anders – Jason wears an apprehensive look on his face, at least until Anders strikes first, lashing out with a chop to the chest. It takes a moment to register what happened before Orion responds in kind. Then again, Izzypop connects with a vicious chop to the chest, but Orion replies with one of his own. But the third time is lucky as Izzy manages to land two in a row, then a third chop that has Jason’s chest lit up. She goes for an Irish whip, sending Orion rushing to the ropes but he comes back with a running flying forearm!

Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Orion leaps up onto his opponent’s shoulders, performing a hurricanrana that sends Anders sprawling across the ring. She ends up near the ropes as Orion runs towards the perpendicular set, springboarding off the middle rope with a triangle dropkick that catches Anders off guard. He crawls over and goes for the cover.

Stephy Auger:The high risk move paid off – could this be it?

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TWO!

But Anders gets the shoulder up. The Vanilla Midget looks to the official, only to be assured that it was a two-count. Regardless, he drags Izzy back to her feet and promptly body slams her in the corner of the ring. Orion points to the turnbuckle, drawing a small pop from the crowd as he steadies himself. He seems almost nervous as he goes to slingshot himself up, coming down with a splash – but Anders gets her knees up!

Kris Cruise: Tremendous counter by Izzy Anders! She’s still in this one.

Orion rolls away, clutching his ribs in pain as Anders picks herself up in the corner. She staggers away and towards the center of the ring as Orion regains his vertical base. Izzy grabs him by the arm, applying an arm wrench submission hold as Orion tries to battle through the pain. Trying to figure out a counter, Orion rolls through, countering the hold with an arm wrench of his own. Anders looks to be in some pain as she’s dragged towards the ropes; Orion springboards up off the middle rope, turning in midair as he lands on Anders’ shoulders – NO! The hurricanrana attempt is countered with a spinning powerbomb counter! Izzypop bridges over with a prawn hold as the referee counts it!

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NO!

Stephy Auger:So close!

Orion gets the shoulder up in the nick of time! Anders looks to the referee this time, but she’s assured it was only a two count as she drags the Vanilla Midget back to a vertical base. An Irish whip ensues as Orion is sent hurtling towards the corner. He hits the turnbuckle back first as Anders runs to the opposite corner; she takes a moment to psyche herself up before charging across the ring with a running European uppercut! But she’s not done. Anders runs back across the ring before storming in with another running European uppercut! This time she’s done, standing in the center of the ring as Orion drops to his knees in agony.

Kris Cruise: I don’t know how much Jason Orion can have left in the tank after those uppercuts. Wait, Sebastian Chambers is getting back to his feet!

Out of the corner of her eye, Anders spies Chambers getting back to his feet, so she cuts him off with a baseball slide. But this allows Orion time to regain his senses; Anders turns her attention back to The Vanilla Midget and eats a small boot to the face! It drops her to the mat as Orion points to the top rope, drawing a cheer from the crowd. He climbs out onto the apron and wearily ascends to the top rope, facing the ring as he steadies himself – only to be pushed off the ropes by Desmond Knight!

Stephy Auger:Watch out below!

Orion crashes to the outside as Knight climbs into the ring, dragging Anders back to her feet before lifting her for a suplex – but Izzypop drops down the back and lands on her feet. Cape Town Sunset! Knight turns around and is met by a 540 kick to the face before Anders drops down across his chest, hooking the leg.

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … IZZY ANDERS!

Stephy Auger:There we have it, folks, Izzy Anders is victorious in her debut.

Kris Cruise: I bet Jason Orion is going to wonder what would have happened had Desmond Knight not pushed him off the top rope there, though. He could probably feel the victory before it was snatched from his fingertips.

Stephy Auger:Possibly. Now the burning question: do any of these five have what it takes to win the Gold Rush Rumble?

Jason Orion pops his head over the ring apron to see what just occurred; the sight of an unconscious Desmond Knight having just been pinned by Izzy Anders causes him to hold his head in shock. “Guerrilla Radio” begins to play throughout the arena as the referee helps Anders back to her feet, raising her arm in triumph as Orion slides back into the ring.

Kris Cruise: …what’s he doing here, Stephy?

Anders eyes the approaching Vanilla Midget warily, until he extends the hand for a handshake. Izzy accepts the offer, drawing another small pop from the crowd at the show of sportsmanship.

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The show cuts backstage to where one half of the #sparklebuddies, Annie Zellor, is busy preparing herself for her strange bedfellows tag team match later this evening. The youngster, dressed in her ring attire of a plaid shirt and Daisy Duke shorts, Zellor is pacing the corridor outside the women’s locker room.

Annie Zellor: You can do this…

The camera picks up the faintest murmur from under Annie’s breath - but the former tag champion stops dead in her tracks moments after turning around; the camera pans out to reveal Ash Sullivan standing there.

Ashley Sullivan: Are you sure about that? Even without Laurel and her steel pipe?

Annie Zellor: Huh?

Zellor looks puzzled, her mouth agape as she stares at her friend.

Ashley Sullivan: After all the talk you gave me about bringing a chair into the match at Final Frontier, I haven’t heard you say anything to Laurel about her interfering in Colton’s match two weeks ago.

Annie Zellor: I-

Ashley Sullivan: Or does it not matter that your best friend hit Colton in the face with a steel pipe? Because we all know that Laurel can do no wrong in your eyes, don’t we, Annie?

Annie Zellor: That’s not fair…

Sullivan props up the FGA World Tag Team title that’s slung over her shoulder, moving it closer to Annie’s face; her eyes instinctively dart towards the golden fascia as it shimmers under the fluorescent lights, before Sullivan speaks again.

Ash Sullivan: What’s not fair is Laurel interfering in Colton’s match. What’s not fair is your not decrying Laurel for using a weapon against … not even her opponent! I thought maybe we were going to get a fair match out of you both at Glory Road, but maybe I was wrong…

Ash turns to walk away, but before she can leave, Annie grabs her by the arm.

Annie Zellor: Hey! I dunno what’s come over you, Ash, but you don’t get to talk to me like that. ‘Cause you know that me and Laurel are gonna give you guys a fair match at Glory Road. And you know that Laurel didn’t mean to hit Colton in the face that with that steel pipe - it was an accident!

Ashley Sullivan: It still happened!

Annie Zellor: It was an accident. And just ‘cause I didn’t do it publicly doesn’t mean I didn’t say anything to Laurel about what she did in Shreveport! But maybe, just maybe, I’ve had enough publicity these last coupla weeks without blowing up at my tag partner on Twitter as well. I don’t like that Colton got hit in the face, I don’t like that Laurel interfered in his match against Mr Ronie … but that doesn’t give you the right to accuse us of not being fair opponents.

The tension between the two youngsters is palpable as they seem to almost square up to one another; Ash shifting the belt on her shoulder again, causing Annie’s gaze to drift towards the name plate … towards the skull decals that adorn her former prize. Her cheeks redden slightly as Annie speaks again.

Annie Zellor: At Glory Road we’re gonna give you the best match you’ve ever had. And when me and Laurel beat you fair and square, then maybe you’ll be ready to apologize for what you just said…

Annie walks away, heading into the women’s locker room as Ash remains in the hallway for a few moments.

Ashley Sullivan: Miss Popular’s so concerned with her public image. Wonder how long her “Anniemaniacs” will stay loyal to her when she really needs them. A real friend wouldn’t pull punches even with a friend no matter how hurtful it can be.

Her expression doesn’t soften before she grunts and walks away down the hall.

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Singles Match
Maurice Graham vs. Yun Go-Eun

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!

“Breathe” by Fabolous hits and the lights begin to strobe. Maurice Graham walk out to the stage wearing a black knit cap and a black t-shirt with the word “iWrestle” in red on the front and “uTap” in red on the back. After doing a few air jabs to loosen up, he heads to the ring with his left fist in the air, a look of focus on his face.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first… From Springfield, Massachusetts, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds… “THE MACHINE” MAURICE GRAHAM!!!

As he arrives to the ring he rolls underneath the bottom rope, jumps to his feet in the center of the ring, and raises his left fist back into the air. He then climbs to the second turnbuckle and acknowledges fans that are cheering him, point to them and nodding. As the music fades he removes his cap and shirt and tosses them to the crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent…

"Clap Your Hands" by Pink Dolls starts to play over the P.A. system as Yun Goeun emerges from the backstage area. She is smiling wide as the crowd goes crazy for her. The camera pans through the crowd to show there are more than a few fans wearing gear or holding up signs supporting Yun, as well as a few fans with Pink Doll's Merch. Yun stops to look over the arena from the top of the ramp, taking in the moment. As she stands there, her bodyguard Joe Shamrock finally emerges from the back. He pats Yun on the back, Yun smiles and raises her hands for a loud pop from the crowd, as she now starts to walk down the ramp. As Yun walks down the ramp she holds out her hands to give high fives to the fans she walks by.

J.A. Aldridge: Standing five feet, five inches… From Seoul, South Korea… She is THE BILLION DOLLAR BABY… YUN GO-EUN!

Yun reaches the ringside area as the chorus to "Clap Your Hands" begins to play, causing Yun to clap her hands in time with the rhythm, laughing a bit as she does. She paces back and forth in front of the ring for a second then rushes in sliding under the bottom rope. Yun walks to the center of the ring and raises her arms high to another roar of the crowd as her music dies down.

Yun charges right out of her corner, but she’s met by swift leg kicks from Graham. After one solid kick to the thigh, Graham pulls Yun in and takes takes her to the mat with a scoop slam. Graham drops an elbow on the much smaller Yun before he lifts her back to her feet and hits her with a forearm strike. He continues with the forearm attacks until he gets Yun in the corner. Graham lifts Yun up and sits her atop the turnbuckle, but only climbs up to the bottom ropes. Graham wraps his arms around Yun and tosses her overhead for a beautiful modified belly to belly suplex!

Stephy Auger:Beautiful move there by Maurice Graham!

Instead of going for the cover, Graham falls down next to Yun and wraps his legs around her waist, choking the air out of her. He pulls back on her head and drives the point of his elbow into the back of her head, still cutting off her air supply with his legs.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Graham has a plan here. Take Yun’s breath away from her early.

Stephy Auger: That’s sound strategy. You take the air away from a competitor like Yun and you’re halfway there.

Graham finally releases his legs and scrambles to his feet. He brings Yun up to her feet and sets her up for a snap suplex, but Yun elbows herself free and connects with a big step up enziguri! Graham falls face first to the mat, Yun willing herself to her feet. She waits for Graham to make it back up to a vertical base, and when he does, Yun meets him with a spin kick to the midsection. She bounces off the ropes and hits Graham with a running reverse bulldog! Yun makes the quick cover…

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Graham kicks out at two, but Yun doesn’t let up on her attack. She mounts over top of Graham and starts pounding away with rights and lefts until the referee was forced to rip Yun off of Graham. Yun exchanged some words with the referee then turned back to Graham, only for the “Machine” to pop up to his feet and hit Yun with a spinebuster!

Kris Cruise: Huge spinebuster from Maurice Graham!

Stephy Auger: Might be the opening he needed to hold some sort of advantage here over Yun.

Maurice takes a moment to catch his breath before he locks his legs around Yun’s waist once again, but this time he locks arms around her throat for the rear naked choke!

Kris Cruise: Once again, Graham trying to take the air out Yun’s lungs!

Stephy Auger: He had a strategy and he’s sticking to it, Cruise. That’s all you could really say.

Yun extends her arms out toward the ropes, but Graham has her dead center in the ring! She tries to elbow herself free, but Graham just wrenches back on the hold and chokes even more life out of Yun. The referee drops down to ask Yun if she wanted to give up, but Yun emphatically shouted no! She is still trying to use her legs to help get her body in position near the ropes, but Maurice just pulls back harder and drags Yun back to the middle of the ring.

The crowd could see Yun fading away until she throws back a wild kick in desperation, showing off some of her flexibility. It hits Maurice right in the side of the head, and he lets go just enough for Yun to get away from the hold and gather herself back to one foot and a knee. Maurice tries to pull her back in, but Yun connects with a kick to the midsection.

Yun bounces off the ropes, looking to execute a flying bulldog. When she jumps, Maurice is there to catch her in mid-air and throwing her down with a bone chilling spine buster. Maurice looks at the crowd for a second on his knees before lifting Yun’s leg for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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T-NO!!!

Yun shows life and weasels her way out of the pin, right under Maurice’s arms. The referee breaks the count, but Maurice wastes no time pulling Yun in for an armbar, but she manages to squeak her way out of that hold as well!

Kris Cruise: Yun showing the World that being small pays off once in awhile!

Stephy Auger: She needs to get something going here. Graham’s just having his way with her right now.

Both competitors are to their feet at looking at each other from across opposite sides of the mat. Maurice is the one to try and put pressure on Yun, keeping her close and trying to lure her into the corner of the ring as he delivers a few punches of his own, knocking his opponent into the corner. Yun jumps onto the second rope and throws herself forward, and puts Maurice down on his knees with a stiff springboard clothesline. Although it wasn’t enough to take him down, Yun come forward and hits Maurice with a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking him completely down to the mat.

Kris Cruise: Sickening thud from that roundhouse.

Stephy Auger: That’s the opening she needed!

Yun doesn’t look like she is finished though as she falls back into the corner and waits on her opponent to stand up, clutching onto the ropes for support. Maurice is slow to his feet, and he doesn’t notice where Yun is before taking a few side steps to the middle of the ring. Yun runs forward, grabbing Maurice by the head, and spingboarding off the ropes for the Shiranui! She plants it and lifts Maurice’s legs shortly after completing the move. The crowd counts along as the referee drops for the count.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-KICKOUT!

Maurice uses the energy he has left to throw Yun off him and break the pin. Yun skids hard against the mat as she looks up to the referee and sees that he is only signalling for the two count.

Kris Cruise: That was a two!? I thought she had him!

Stephy Auger: So did Yun.

Yun swipes her fingers through her hair as she stares at the recovering Graham. She calls for her patent “One Hit Wonder” 540 Crescent Kick. She slides over to the corner nearest to Graham and waits for him to get to his feet, and once he does, Yun goes for the “One Hit Wonder” but Graham ducks out of the way! Yun scrambles back to her feet and turns to Graham, only for the Machine to kick her in the midsection, and then hit her with the “Cold Shoulder” stunner!! Graham made the cover…


ONE!
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TWO!!!
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THRRRRR---NO!

Yun just gets the shoulder up at two! She looks over at the referee and double checks the count, the referee holding two fingers up as the audience in attendance gives both competitors a round of applause.

Kris Cruise: Another near fall! Man, oh man! These competitors are putting on a show for these fans tonight.

Stephy Auger: I think the Machine’s about to go in for the kill.

Graham is the first to his feet and he lift Yun up by her hair, throwing her into the ropes. When she bounces back, he looks to throw her over his shoulder, but she reverses it with a hurricane DDT instead! Yun is down and Maurice is down, both tired from the match, but it’s Yun who gets to her feet again. She begins to climb the top rope while she sees that Graham is stilling having trouble climbing back to his feet. Just as he does, she launches off the turnbuckle with a missile dropkick! He catches her in the air, throws her up and back down with an angle slam.

Stephy Auger: He caught her out of the air and took her down with a big spinning slam! This has to be it.

Kris Cruise: I think Maurice has Yun right where he wants her now.

When he goes to pull her back to her feet, she gives him a hard knee to the gut. Maurice begins to exchange the kicks with some punches. The punches begin to wear on Yun and she falls back into the corner, but Graham is all over her, not willing to give her any space. They both look tired, but Yun strikes back after a series of blows with a leg sweep. She hops onto the turnbuckle and throws herself off with an elbow drop, but it also looks like it does just as much damage to her as it does Graham. Both opponents are down on the mat now and it’s hard telling who has the advantage at this point.

Graham begins to stir first, crawling towards the ropes as Yun does the same, only to the perpendicular set of ropes. She’s unsteady on her feet, staggering slightly as Graham steadies himself, moving towards the center of the ring. Crouched, he waits for Yun to turn around before eventually launching at her with a superkick – NO! Yun dodges the attack! She doubles The Machine over with a side kick to the midsection before running against the ropes. She comes back up behind Maurice, going for the bulldog, only to land flat on her fanny! Yun pops up to her feet, whereupon she’s met by a kick to the gut as Maurice positions her for a DDT only for Yun to manoeuvre out–BILLBOARD BUST!

Kris Cruise: Out of nowhere, Yun Go-Eun hits the Billboard Bust!

Stephy Auger: Maurice’s head just bounced off the canvas, this has to be it!

Yun hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, YUN GO-EUN!

Kris Cruise:A hard fought victory for Yun Go-Eun tonight, Stephy. But credit to Maurice Graham, he made her work for this.

Stephy Auger: Absolutely he did. Now these two both move on to the Gold Rush Rumble in two weeks time; do you think they have what it takes to win the rumble and move on to face the World champion, whoever that might be?

Kris Cruise: I’d consider both Yun and Maurice to be dark horses this year; don’t count them out just yet, they may just surprise you.

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[Johnny Karma and Cherry Baum are walking backstage, obviously trying to find something in a hurry but unable to locate what they're looking for, so Karma decides to stop for a moment so he can transcend the situation]

Karma: Okay, seriously, who built this place? It's like a rabbit warren back here.

[Rather than poke at her smartphone to quickly find the answer, Cherry just shrugs in a disinterested manner - to which Karma sighs]

Karma: So you're not looking forward to sharing the same postal district with you-know-who tonight, then?

Cherry: You know I'm not.

[Karma looks around to see if there's something he can sit on but, when finding nothing, he leans against the nearest wall as he searches for the right words]

Karma: I'm not the biggest fan, either - but you know what? She wanted to kick me when I was down, so starting tonight I'll kick her while I'm getting back to my feet...

Cherry: Literally?

Karma: Let me finish, Miss Baum. As I was saying, I'm going to kick her while I'm getting back to my feet and when she sees me standing tall, she'll know she's going to have a bad night at Glory Road because she gave me a reason not just to bring the wrestling, not just to prove myself the Battle Royal GOD - but also to prove that when you mess with The Karmic One, you're going to be reborn as Vince Vaughn's toilet seat.

[Cherry seems a little more relaxed than she was a moment ago]

Karma: But what I need you to do tonight is to keep a lid on that bottle, okay?

Cherry: Okay...

Karma: Anyway, where is this darned locker room we're looking for?

Cherry: It's right behind you.

[Karma turns to look over his shoulder, and sees he's been reclining on the wall right next to the locker room door he's been looking for]

Karma: Right...

[Karma knocks on the door, and after a moment the door creaks ajar, and a face pokes around the side]

Karma: So, hey, how you doing?

Evangelista: Oh! Uh, hey Johnny. Cherry. Just a sec?

(The door closes for a couple of seconds then reopens again and Evangelista slips out, trying not to let the camera see too much of the women's locker room behind her. She's in her wrestling tights and has a flannel shirt pulled on over the top. Her arms are folded mainly to keep it closed.)

Evangelista: I was just, um, getting changed. Sorry. What's up? You guys ready for our match tonight?

[Karma quickly backtracks a couple of steps, trying to avert his eyes]

Karma: Whoops...uh, sorry, I didn't know...

[Cherry nudges Karma in the ribs, and when he turns to look at Cherry she immediately steps in]

Cherry: That depends. Do you have any glass bottles in there?

[Karma side-eyes Cherry]

Karma: Miss Baum, haven't we already had "a talk" about that?

[Cherry grumbles, before Karma subtly steps between her and Evangelista so he can get back to the topic in hand]

Karma: Well I can certainly say that I'm ready, but while I'm sure you and I have the match in the bag that's not why I'm here. As you may have noticed, one of our opponents has taken up a hobby of verbally and physically assaulting Miss Baum, and frankly I've spent a good chunk of this evening trying to prevent her booting down the locker room door of our unpronounceable friend so she can see how much damage her latest manicure can do.

Evangelista: Oh yeah, I... I, um, I don't know what's got into Cyn lately. I mean, I don't know her that well in general even though we have some of the same friends... uh, so I take it we expect all this to play a part in our match tonight?

[Karma turns to look at Cherry, exchanging a few words just out of earshot of everyone else, before turning back to Evangelista]

Karma: I'd say that it's pretty much a given that, if things are going badly for our opponents - which they will, obviously - I wouldn't put it past Chinkitty to go to her backup plan to take my eye off the ball and give them a chance of getting back into the match.

Cherry: Which is the polite way of saying that, when in a jam, Cyn's default setting is to act like a complete bi...

[Karma quickly places a finger on Cherry's lips in order to keep things PG]

Karma: Sorry, as you can see Miss Baum is quite unhappy with the way things have gone in the past few weeks, and she's mad as heck and certainly not in the mood for taking it anymore.

[Karma can feel Cherry's scowl as he keeps his finger over her lips, so he deftly removes it for fear of having some teethmarks that would require quite a bit of explaining to the medical staff]

Karma: You know what? We've taken up a little too much of your time, so we'd probably best go. Good luck tonight!

[Karma quickly leads Cherry down the corridor, the pair of them exchanging words about Cherry's increasingly mean girl behaviour at being provoked by Cyncity, while Evangelista watches the pair of them walk away and wonders what she's gotten herself booked into]

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Parejas Increibles Match
Johnny Karma & Evangelista vs. Annie Zellor & Cyncity

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York … ANNIE ZELLOR!

“Jager Yoga” begins to play as an assortment of purple and blue strobe lights illuminate the entrance aisle, flashing in time with the music, as Annie Zellor bursts through the curtain. She poses momentarily, 'flexing' her biceps for the fans, before running down the aisle, her arms outstretched to slap hands with the willing fans on the way down. The youngster slides in under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest away turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, whereupon she raises a fist in the air before jumping down off the turnbuckle.

The beginning of "Pretty Little Psycho" by Porcelain Black plays over the sound system until it's cut off by a sirens. The lights in the arena dim down to nothing as the static is replaced by the sounds of the audiences jeers and cheers.

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, here we go!
Walkin', talkin' like you know I want your pretty little psycho!

J.A. Aldridge: And her tag team partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania … CYNCITY!

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scanning the crowd, and feeding from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp, throwing her right arm in the air, taking in the audiences cheers.. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and buttom pushed out. Fans in attendance are heard whistling in her direction, as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience. She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them a hug as she marches her way down the ramp. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her quickened pace toward the ring.

Kris Cruise: We know Annie and Cyncity are both friends in and out of the ring, Stephy, do you think they might work well together tonight?

Stephy Auger:I do, Kris. Factor in that they’re both accomplished tag team wrestlers as well and I think Evangelista and Johnny Karma have a real challenge on their hand here.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, introducing first from St Helens, England … EVANGELISTA!

The Veronicas' "Revolution" comes over the speakers. During the first vocal line Evangelista emerges through the curtain slowly, with a focused look on her face. She closes her eyes for a second, then begins the walk to the ring, absently tagging outsretched hands while trying to psyche herself up for the task ahead. After rolling under the bottom rope she crosses over to a corner and climbs up, posing for just a second before moonsaulting back down to the ring. She takes her corner and crosses herself, then begins shaking her limbs out in readiness for the coming match.

The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Cherry Baum emerges at the top of the ramp, standing to one side so she can present The Man, The Myth, The Johnny Karma to His adoring public, and at the exact moment Jimmy Page's riff begins making love to the crowd's ears He arrives at the top of the ramp, strutting to a vantage point where the entire crowd can see Him and, as Cherry applauds Him, He blows a kiss to the arena.

Karma strolls down the ramp with Cherry stood by His side, chatting and waving to the fans who have paid to see Him do His thing tonight while making sure that every single hair on his head is in the exact place it should be.

As the pair reach ringside, Cherry quickly climbs onto the ring apron and sits on the middle rope to hold it open, as Karma climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning to face His audience and slowly raising an arm before raising his index finger to let everyone know that He is #1, before he steps through the ropes into His ring.

Once inside His ring, Karma climbs onto the nearest turnbuckle and unzips his ring jacket, looking out over His crowd and nodding in acknowledgment that they are all there to see Him, and that He is grateful for this.

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break

When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay

Karma climbs down from the turnbuckle and crosses the ring, climbing onto the opposite turnbuckle to salute His followers.

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan

It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home

Oh well, oh well, oh well

Karma climbs down, as Cherry applauds him and prepares for his ring introduction.

Cherry: Introducing first...

[Cherry pauses, looking from Karma, then to Cyncity, then back to Karma, before looking back to Cyncity once again]

Cherry: ...hailing from her seasonal residence in the third stall along in the men's restroom, she is a filthy, disgusting, brutal, bottom-feeding...

[Before Cherry can finish, Karma steps in and grabs the mic out of Cherry's hand, before he walks towards the ropes and holds them open, informing Cherry it would probably be a good idea if she left the ring before she says something that she probably won't regret. At first Cherry looks frustrated, but she sees Karma's point of view so she steps through the ropes and climbs to ringside, before Karma walks towards the centre of the ring with the mic and takes a moment to think of what he should say.

Karma: Ladies and...

[Karma looks to Cherry on the outside of the ring and winks, before looking straight at Cyncity]

Karma: ...what Miss Baum said...

[Karma shrugs in mock indignation]

Karma: ...the question that my opponents should be asking is that, if I can win matches when I'm too busy looking at my shoes to pay attention to my opponent, just how good am I going to be now that I'm feeling a heck of a lot better and a certain member of the opposing team has earned a place at the Johnny Karma reform School for Bad Girls, and her induction tour begins...

[Karma pauses for a couple of seconds, looking at an imaginary watch on his wrist]

Karma: ...now.

Kris Cruise: Here we go!

Stephy Auger:I’m not sure how well the team of Karma and Evangelista is going to work tonight, Kris, but they’re both extremely talented competitors: do you think they can co-exist?

Kris Cruise: Like you said, they’re professionals. They’ll want nothing less than a win tonight. And Karma may want Cindy Parker’s head on a spike, but they might settle for a win.

The bell sounds to start the match as Karma and an angry looking Cyncity are set to start this one off. They begin to circle the ring, teasing at a collar and elbow tie-up … but Cindy makes the tag out to Annie Zellor; the fans jeer as Zellor steps into the ring with the bemused looking Johnny Karma. Cyncity steps out onto the apron as the match continues. Only this time the collar and elbow tie up does happen; Karma and Annie jockey for position, albeit only for a brief moment before Karma over powers the youngster. He grabs her in a side headlock; Zellor tries to battle out of it, but each time she tries to escape Johnny just wrenches the hold.

Stephy Auger:The last place Annie Zellor wants to be is trying to beat anyone in a power game.

Finally, Annie backs herself against the ropes, bouncing off them with enough momentum that she can push Karma off her and against the far ropes. Upon his return, Karma knocks his opponent down with a shoulderblock. He sets off against the ropes again, hopping over Annie as she turns over to be face down. She pops back up to her feet as Karma hits the ropes again; Zellor leapfrogs the approaching Karma, causing him to hit the ropes again before he comes back with a running high knee lift! Zellor is sent flying backwards, but she gets back to her feet as Karma meets her with a boot to the gut before dragging her towards the corner. Her head is bounced off the top turnbuckle, causing Annie to fall back into the corner, whereupon Karma unleashes a series of knife edge chops to the chest. The fans “whoo” as each one connects before the referee eventually intervenes. Relenting, Karma goes for an Irish whip, sending Annie from pillar to post before he runs in after her – straight into her boot!

Kris Cruise: A terrific counter there; Zellor getting the boot up to Karma’s face!

Stephy Auger:Can she capitalize?

Karma staggers back a step, turning around, as Annie props herself up on the middle rope; she leaps off with a bulldog, driving Karma face first into the mat before she rolls him over for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Karma powers out, tossing Zellor off of him before both competitors scramble back to their feet. Zellor strikes first, throwing out a shoot kick to the ribcage. Then another. Annie goes high with the roundhouse kick, staggering Karma before she runs back against the ropes – straight into a snap powerslam! Karma hooks the leg.

Stephy Auger:I felt that one from here!

ONE!
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TWO!

But Annie throws the shoulder up. Undeterred, Karma drags his opponent back to her feet and throws Zellor into his corner, making the tag out to Evangelista as he does so. Karma steps out onto the apron as Evangelista enters the ring, immediately going to work with some forearm shots to her opponent. Annie is dragged out of the corner as Leanne performs a shinbreaker; Zellor falls to the mat, allowing Evangelista to keep hold of that leg as she drops an elbow down across the knee before grapevining it into a leglock submission.

Kris Cruise: Clever. Annie needs those legs for her kicks and high flying moves, if they take them out early then she won’t have much left.

The referee drops down to check if Annie submits, but the youngster doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit. Zellor reaches for the ropes, but they’re too far away. Not that it matters; Cyncity storms the ring and stomps at Evangelista’s head, forcing a break. The referee does his best to usher Cyncity back out onto the apron – but Evangelista’s attention is focused on Cindy the whole time, allowing Annie some time to recover. She’s picked herself up using the ropes by the time Evangelista turns back around; Zellor shoots off a toe kick to the midsection, followed by some forearm shots to the face. She bounces back off the ropes for some momentum, jumping at Evangelista as she performs the wheelbarrow bulldog – NO! Evangelista counters in midair, grabbing Zellor around the waist before taking her down with a bridging German suplex!

Stephy Auger:A brutal German suplex. I think that might do it.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Kris Cruise: Cyncity with the timely intervention.

Cyncity makes the save again! This time Karma storms the ring as well, but the referee cuts him off, ordering him to leave the ring as Cyncity takes the opportunity to lay the boots in to Evangelista. The Briton can’t even get back to her feet as she’s kicked out under the bottom rope onto the apron. The fans don’t like what they’re seeing, not one bit. And, before the referee can get Karma back out onto the apron, Cyncity drags her partner back to their corner as she climbs back onto the apron. Johnny Karma is finally back in place as the referee turns around in time to see Annie make the tag out to Cyncity.

Kris Cruise: Now Cyncity wants to fight!

She enters the ring and make a beeline for Evangelista, lifting her back to her feet. A quick snapmare takedown, followed by a kick to the spine has Evangelista reeling before Cyncity runs against the far ropes, coming back with a running dropkick to the face! Hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Evangelista throws the shoulder up as Karma was half way into the ring. He steps back out onto the apron as Cyncity shoots him a dirty look, challenging him to get back into the ring and face her. As he does so, the referee cuts him off again, urging him to exit the ring as Cindy throws Evangelista throat first over the bottom rope, choking her out behind the referee’s back. But Cherry Baum gets up onto the apron, shouting at Cindy about the dirty tactics; it’s enough of a distraction that Cindy leaves her opponent alone just to charge at Cherry. Fortunately she’s quick enough to avoid the attack, dropping safely down to the mats below as the fans release a massive cheer!

Kris Cruise: Here comes Karma!

Stephy Auger:And just listen to these fans.

The tag is made out to Johnny Karma as he storms the ring, knocking Cyncity down with a clothesline. She gets right back up, and Karma is ready with another clothesline! Cindy staggers back to her feet and promptly gets body slammed down before Johnny performs the Karmic Stomp; he lays the boots into Cindy’s limbs one after the other, the crowd cheering him on all the while before he goes against the ropes, coming back with a jumping knee drop. And the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

Stephy Auger:So close!

But Cyncity kicks out. Undeterred, Karma drags her back to her feet and whips her towards a neutral corner. He charges in after her, the clotheslining landing with enough impact to nearly Cindy out of her furry boots before he sends her from pillar to post. Cindy hits the far turnbuckle hard; she staggers out of the corner holding her back as Karma grabs her and delivers a thunderous spinebuster! And the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Zellor makes the save with a dropkick to the face of Johnny Karma. The referee orders her back out of the ring, which she gladly obliges, as Karma gets back to his feet whilst holding his face. He shoots Annie a look as the youngster steps out through the ropes, but goes back to work on Cyncity anyway. He grabs her by the head, lifting her back to a vertical base – but Cyncity pokes him in the eye! Karma stumbles backwards as the referee admonishes Cindy, but she doesn’t care. It’s followed by a jawbreaker, but still J-K stays on his feet, albeit falling back against the ropes. Cyncity runs against the far ropes for some momentum – but Karma was playing possum! He charges across the ring close behind Cindy, so that as she hits the ropes, he Cactus clothesline her out of the ring as both competitors tumble over the top rope and to the floor below.

Kris Cruise: All the way to the outside. What a clothesline.

Stephy Auger:What’s going to happen here, Kris?

On the apron, Annie and Evangelista both look concerned, but as she sees Karma getting back to his feet first, Annie climbs into the ring. She composes herself momentarily in the center of the ring before setting off against the far ropes. Then, quick as a flash, Zellor dives through the ropes with a suicide dive to Johnny Karma on the outside!

Kris Cruise: A suicide dive by Annie Zellor!

The fans seem to enjoy the sight, but there’s another pop as Evangelista climbs into the ring. Karma is down, but Cyncity and Annie are both just getting back to their feet as Evangelista bounces off the ropes nearest them. Then the far ropes. Then she vaults over the top rope with a tope con hilo that wipes out both of her opponents!

Stephy Auger:Evangelista goes airborne with the tope con hilo!

On the outside, Evangelista soaks in the adulation of the fans before finally rolling Cyncity and Karma back into the ring and returning to her corner. A few moments later, Annie returns to her corner as well as, in the ring, both Cyncity and Karma are down. They’re crawling towards their corners, their partners reaching with outstretched arms; Karma makes the tag first, mere moments before Cindy tags out. Evangelista and Annie storming the ring as the relatively fresh competitors. They rush towards one another; Evangelista throws out the arm for a clothesline, but it’s ducked and Annie continues against the ropes, coming back with a headscissors takedown that sends Evangelista sprawling across the ring. It takes a moment to get back to her feet, but Zellor is waiting, firing off more shoot kicks before going for an Irish whip. Evangelista has enough strength to reverse the move, sending Annie running towards the corner, but she steps up onto the middle turnbuckle, then the top turnbuckle before backflipping over the advancing Evangelista, who hits the turnbuckles chest first. Backslide!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Evangelista kicks out in the nick of time! But Annie is on her feet in a flash as she steps out onto the apron, waiting for Evangelista to get back to her feet before Zellor springboards back into the ring – NO! She’s caught in mid air by a dropkick to the midsection and crashes to the canvas in agony. Both Cyncity and Karma are now calling out for the tag, but Evangelista lifts Annie to her feet and places her in an inverted facelock, bringing down several shots to the chest before pausing momentarily and finally dropping Annie with a reverse DDT! A hook of the leg.

Kris Cruise: Evangelista getting the match back under control in an instant and she just drilled Annie with that reverse DDT!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Cyncity makes the save. The referee ushers her back out onto the apron as Evangelista shoots her a dirty look. Annie is crawling towards the ropes, using them to drag herself back to her feet as Evangelista grabs her from behind with a rear waistlock – GERMAN SUPLEX CONNECTS! Zellor gets folded up like an accordion as Evangelista goes for the pin again.

Stephy Auger:I think this might be it!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: How did she?

Annie gets the shoulder up at the last second. Not that it stops Cindy from rushing the ring and stomping at Evangelista’s head. She heads back towards the corner, but Karma has stormed the ring as well; the referee makes it his business to get the irate Karma out of the ring as Evangelista drags Annie back to her feet once more. An Irish whip sends the youngster against the ropes, but Annie ducks under the clothesline, going against the ropes again as Cyncity makes the blind tag in. Annie slides between the legs of Evangelista, seemingly on her second wind as she jumps up and catches Evangelista with a jumping roundhouse kick – she falls backwards into a schoolboy by Cindy Parker! With a handful of tights for good measure.

ONE!
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Karma storms the ring!
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TWO!
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But Zellor dives in his way!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, the team of CYNCITY and ANNIE ZELLOR!

“Pretty Little Psycho” begins to play again as Cyncity gets the hell out of dodge, sliding out under the bottom rope as both Evangelista and Johnny Karma are glaring at her.

Kris Cruise: She stole the victory from under their noses here. The blind tag, the handful of tights, Cyncity just stole the victory for her team.

Stephy Auger:I’m not even sure if Annie knows what happened, but Johnny Karma and Evangelista both do, that’s for sure.

Cyncity gives her opponents a mocking little wave goodbye as she and Annie make their way back up the aisle; the #sparklebuddy looks a little confused about the circumstances of the pin fall, but helps Cindy celebrate nonetheless as their opponents continue glaring up the aisle at them.

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A short static burst rings out, following by a high pitched buzz. It warps into the funky beat of “Imperium” that tells the crowd who is on their way. The crowd begins to cheer for Lady Luck, as pink and purple lights dance around the entrance area. As the beat drops, Fujiko leaps through the curtain, jumping into the air and whipping her head forward. Her hair flows through the air around her head, and when she lands she has a large grin on her face. She wears her new ‘breathe. get lucky. repeat.’ shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans well. Fujiko makes her way to the ring, slapping a few hands and waving as a large contingent of the crowd cheers for her. On her arm is the Mid Atlantic Legacy championship. She enters the ring, and is awarded a microphone. She thinks for a moment, and then speaks up.

Fujiko Mine: So, the last time I stood in an FGA ring, I had to endure some scathing words from one Noelle Smith.

A ‘Noelle Smith’ chant rings out, but a few fans bring a buzz, in support of Fujiko.

Fujiko Mine: No no, she is certainly entitled to her opinion. She has it in her head that she’s been the real champion this entire time, and I’ve just been a trickster figurehead for you all to enjoy.

She can’t resist a little wink at this.

Fujiko Mine: But she, for all that she’s preached, has gone about this the wrong way. Sure, she may feel that she was wronged, and she’s apologized for ‘making promises she couldn’t keep’, but in the process she’s been the one wearing a mask to disguise her true self. Not me.

There is a bit of a buzz through the crowd, wondering where Fujiko is going with this.

Fujiko Mine: Between you all, and Noelle, I have been upfront and candid. I have tons of respect for her, and for all of you. She doesn’t feel the same way right now, and that’s fine. But she’s shown how petty and immature she can be. She’s showing you all the real Noelle Smith, and that’s someone who is not the sweet, upstanding woman she fronts herself as.

The Noelle supporters don’t like this, and show their displeasure. Fujiko may be hurt by this, but does her best to not show it.

Fujiko Mine: I didn’t come out here to verbally attack Noelle, though. I came out here with the solution to the issue at hand. So, if she wouldn’t mind coming out here, I think we can take steps to settle this; once and for all.

“Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls plays, and Noelle Smith steps out on the stage, over her shoulder is Mirage’s Mid Atlantic Legacy title belt and she smiles at the fans cheering for her, waving as she blows kisses to her loyal fans. They cheer and chant No-ELLE! No-ELLE! as she twirls a microphone in one hand before lifting it to her lips, but Fujiko stops her by continuing her monologuing.

Fujiko Mine: Noelle, you have gone and convinced yourself that you’re the true Mid Atlantic Legacy champion. But it’s my name in the record books, and not yours. But I am a woman of my word. Mirage injured himself in that attack last week, and is sidelined for the foreseeable future. So instead of offering him a chance to take this from me, I offer it to you. You get your chance to take it, but I get the chance to prove to you that I am far better than what you think I am.

There are more murmurs through the crowd as Noelle gazes down the ramp with an impassive expression, not as yet answering, and Fujiko’s voice fills the awkward pause again.

Fujiko Mine: So I came up with a match in which you could be a bit more amenable to. Something that you would be less likely to accuse me of cheating in. You and me at Glory Road. This championship on the line. A ladder match. That way we can settle this once and for all. Sound good to you?

Noelle taps the microphone against her chin and she paces a bit, making the most of it before she rolls her eyes at Fujiko.

Noelle Smith: So is this an FGA show or the Fujiko Mine Variety Hour? Honey, you call me petty and immature, but you? Are lying to yourself, you are defensive and insecure because you know at the end of the day you did something you shouldn’t have, just like you always do. You want to be affronted though, because this time someone stood up and called you on what you did, and told you it wasn’t okay. I haven’t ‘gone and convinced’ myself of anything, but the facts are the facts. Yes, it is your name in the record books, but the fans know you cheated to get there. They also know that it’s me that has the actual, true, Mid Atlantic Legacy title belt that was kept by Mirage. You make the offer, set the terms, and talk down to me like I don’t know you’re manipulating everyone? Like a child throwing a tantrum because things didn’t go how you wanted and not everyone is gonna bow down to the Lady Luck!

Noelle shakes her head.

Noelle Smith: And you’re just...what kind of idiot do you really think I am? You chose a ladder match because...you thought I’d be less likely to accuse you of cheating in it? NO. You chose it because there ARE no rules other than get up that ladder! Be honest, Fujiko, if with no one but yourself. You’re the one stacking the deck here, because you think I won’t agree, and I won’t do it. But I’ll go you one better. We’ll have both belts hung over the ring, and whoever wins, there will be no doubt as to who deserves to be champion.

She pauses and smiles.

Noelle Smith: And I stand by what I Tweeted. If you win? I’ll tell everyone I was wrong about you. You fans are my witness.

She tosses the microphone to a tech with a smile and leaves Fujiko standing in the ring while a bold ‘Fujiko! Fujiko! Fujiko!’ chant starts. Fujiko can’t help but crack a smirk as Noelle finishes, and “Buttons” starts to play again. She seems barely shaken by Noelle’s words, but as Noelle turns to leave, Fujiko clears her throat and the music cuts.

Fujiko Mine: Au contraire, Noelle. I don’t need to ‘stack the deck’, as you put it. I’m not defensive, I’m proud to be the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, and I showed you as such when we faced off a few weeks ago. You thought, just like the rest of your camp, that I’m not formidable enough to back up my words. But I’ve proven just the opposite. So let it be the Fujiko Mine variety hour. I like it that way.

Fujiko struts in the ring, gesturing towards Noelle who rolls her eyes but waits.

Fujiko Mine: You act like you caught me with my hand in a cookie jar, and I’m ashamed and hiding. News flash, I’m not. Never once have I said ‘I didn’t cheat to get here.’ or anything like that. YOU, Noelle. You kept painting me that way. But what you did ask, was why, and that was when I was clear and upfront with you. But we could go back and forth like this all night.

She stops, and loses the smirk. She faces Noelle for a few cold moments, and then returns to speak.

Fujiko Mine: If anything, Noelle…you are trying to convince yourself and everyone out here that you deserve the title. Instead of taking the facts as they are, you’ve been campaigning like a politician that you should be champion instead. Someone a bit more comfortable with themselves would have just accepted it and asked for a match to ‘right the wrong’. But not you. You told anyone who would listen about your plight. You started your anti-Fujiko movement. Heck, you even took Mirage’s belt and called it the ‘real’ championship! Just because you took the belt doesn’t make you a real champion, you know. Who seems defensive and insecure now?

The crowd ‘oohs’ as she says this, but Noelle laughs and catches the microphone as its tossed to her.

Noelle Smith: An anti-Fujiko moment, because I prefer Foxy Friday instead? Ohhkay, Fujiko, but go ahead.

Fujiko smirks just a tiny bit before she continues.

Fujiko Mine: So go on, feel like I’m stacking the deck against you if you like. We can hang both belts up, and compete for them like you asked. I merely offered you a way to end this. I figured there would be no way you could accuse me of cheating if there are no rules but to get up the ladder and pull the belts down. So if and when Lady Luck retrieves them both and ends this charade, please do me a favor? Keep your promise this time, and don’t complain.

Noelle stares at her a moment, and then laughs as she shakes her head.

Noelle Smith: You know what? I could say something else, but this is the Fujiko Variety Hour so have at it sugar.

Fujiko drops her microphone, and “Imperium” by Madeon plays again. Fujiko casually exits the ring, and takes a second to adjust the title on her shoulder before giving Noelle a wink. Noelle stares at her, tosses the microphone to the tech again and turns around and disappears behind the curtain. Fujiko basks in her music and the fans that support her cheering her, before she goes up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain herself.

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Backstage, Spencer Burke is seen standing in front of an FGA banner alongside Cordelia Stevenson.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentleman, at this time I am joined by the one, the only, Cordelia Stevenson.

He smiles at the camera and then gives her a nod.

Spencer Burke: Cordelia, needless to say that tonight is a very big night for you as you step into the ring with the FGA World champion, Chandler Scott. What are your thoughts heading into tonight's matchup with the champ?

He holds the mic out for her to speak.

Cordelia Stevenson: What are my thoughts?

She repeats with a laugh as she takes a second to ponder the question.

Cordelia Stevenson: The only thought that's on my mind right now, Spencey? Is that this is only the beginning. The beginning of something great. From the moment he made his return back to this company, Chandler Scott has had my name in his mouth. He's poked, he's prodded, he's mocked and he's always felt the need to try and make me feel as if I were not on his level, as if I were beneath him.

She cracks a wry smile and nods her head.

Cordelia Stevenson: Well Cordelia Stevenson is under no one, and tonight — right here in Birmingham, I prove that once and for all. You see, I'm sick of the chit chat, Spencer. I'm sick of the blatant disrespect. I'm sick of having everything I’ve done up until this point trivialized as nothing more than the result of me having a pretty face and a shapely body. I’ve bust my ass to get where I am, and on any given night, I can go toe to toe with anyone. No exceptions. Yes, Chandler is an amazing competitor with a storied past. I get it. A Godfather of Wrestling, the laundry list of accomplishments to his name — no one denies his talent or anything that he's done in this business. He is the FGA World Champion for a reason, Spencey, and the world knows how good he is.

She stops for a second, slightly angling her body more towards the camera as she points at herself.

Cordelia Stevenson: But the world has no clue just how good Cordelia Stevenson can be, but tonight — they'll get the picture, loud and clear. And if they haven't figured it out by then...

She shrugs and smiles confidently.

Cordelia Stevenson: Then maybe they'll get the idea after I win the Gold Rush Rumble.

As Cordy finishes speaking the blad Seth Lawless comes in. He slowly waves at her and shakes his head.

Seth Lawless: That is cute, Cordy. Thinking that you are going to win this. You see you aren’t. I know I have been so bad lately, I get it. I should be better than what I am. But it doesn’t matter you see I just need to toss people out of the ring in this match and guess what I am pretty damn good at it. The Gold Rush Rumble is mine to win. I will win it. There is not a doubt in my mind.

Cordelia smirks hearing Seth’s declaration. She folds her arms across her chest, and glares at him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Cordelia Stevenson: Well look at what the cat done drug in...

She says, looking him up and down with a smirk.

Cordelia Stevenson: I love that confidence Seth, I really do. And I know that the rumble is right up your alley. I mean, I still remember that performance you had in that battle royal when you first signed with the company; you know the one... the one that inspired your little motto.

She glances at Spencer, and arches an eyebrow.

Cordelia Stevenson: What was it again, Spencer?

Spencer Burke clears his throat.

Spencer Burke: I believe it was, eat, sleep, eliminate, repeat.

Cordelia snaps her fingers and turns her gaze back towards Seth.

Cordelia Stevenson: Yeaaahhh that's it. Eat. Sleep. Eliminate. Repeat. That performance was pretty damn impressive if I must say so myself Seth, I do give you that. But you see, there's just one little thing that I need you to understand here, Seth, and that is that there will be no repeat performance of that night.

She shakes her head and steps towards him, her eyes narrowing.

Cordelia Stevenson: Not as long as I have a say about it.

Seth Lawless: Spenceroony she doesn’t need help. You are right that was my motto. It is going to be the same way Cordy. You see I want to walk into that match and be what I have said I have been. The next big thing. This is my time, you have been passed by or at least need to be. I need this. You don’t.

Cordelia scoffs.

Cordelia Stevenson: I’ve been passed by?

She questions with an arch of her brow.

Cordelia Stevenson: You see, that’s exactly where you’re wrong Seth, because my time? It hasn’t even begun. Now I respect your hunger. That fire burning in your eyes; that passion in your tone when you speak? Yeah, I know you want the rumble Seth. I can tell you want it badly — but I want it that much more, and when alls said and done, you will see who stands victorious in the end.

Dom Harter: Me, right?

The FGA Pride Champion strides into view, the title belt hung over his shoulder. Cordy and Seth both turn to glare at the arriving Harter, while Spencer Burke takes a step back to avoid the affray.

Dom Harter: I never knew you were a fan, Cordy, but I can understand it. I mean, when it comes to the Gold Rush Rumble there’s only one name that is truly synonymous with it - and it’s not a Johnny Karma or a Cyncity, battling over their Iron Man trophies. It’s not Danean or Annie Zellor, who eliminated two people each! No, no; the only name that should be associated with success in the Gold Rush Rumble is the man who has won not one, but two of them.

Harter smirks, but neither Cordy nor Seth look that impressed.

Dom Harter: The man who used the first opportunity to go on and defeat Chris Q to become the FGA Champion. The man who, last year, become the FGA World Champion by winning this very event … and apparently I have double duty that night, now, but that’s nothing. Not a problem. Because after I defeat Mia Scott, after I’ve won my third successive Gold Rush Rumble, then I’ll go on to All Star Showdown and become a three time FGA World Champion … now, that sounds like a more believeable end to this tale…

Harter walks away, followed by Seth leaving in the opposite direction; Cordy remains behind, shooting them both glances as the scene fades out.

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Jimmy Page vs. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine

As RetcH's "Graceful Jewelry Removal" hits, the lights dim and eventually the crowd will begin to jeer. Pink and purple strobe lights starts to flare. Once the bass drops, Scandalous Tony emerges from the curtains with his arms spread out, accompanied by 3 full-figured women following behind him(never the same group of women). He pops the collar on his furry vest before turning his back the ring and utters something to the women behind him. Suddenly he swings back around and slowly struts down the ramp, repeating the lyrics. He takes his purple pick out and starts picking his hair out.

"n****s pussy I should sprinkle them with glitter, for real my n****."

After putting the pick away, he then pulls out a nail filer and starts filing his nails, all the while taking his sweet time to get to the ring as he instructs the females to have the ropes held for him by the time he gets to ringside. With the ladies seated on the middle rope, Tony ignores them and walks up the steps and into the ring on his own. Tony laughs as he stands on the middle rope and looks out to the fans while slowly and seductively taking his furry vest off and throwing it to the group of females as they step off the apron. He backflips into the ring as his music slowly fades.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, now residing out of Boca Rotan, Florida! Weighing in at 179 pounds! He is SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

The eerie cue up of "They Are Lost" by Last Remaining Pinnacle plays for ten seconds...then dies down, along with the lights. Suddenly the sound of drums and a electronic melody plays. The lights flash in red to the melody of the song. The song, "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon plays as a silhouette appears from out of the red. In his signature controlled stagger, Page comes out, hands extended, head down. Slowly his raises his head, soaked in the red lights. Fans boo him as he makes his way to the ring. He whips his hair our of his eyes as he snatches away from of the extended hands, almost threatening to hit someone. Page stops from time to time, swearing at some of the fans who chant "FUCK YOU JIMMY!!" and "PAGE SUCKS!!!" getting in their face. As Page finishes his march of ridicule, he stops at the top of the ramp. His eyes dead, his expression stoic as he glares around the arena, the lights still radiating that deadly red.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 237 pounds! He is the self-proclaimed “King of the F’N World,” JIMMY PAGE!

Page goes in front of the ring, slides onto the apron on one knee and quickly gets inside. He goes to his right and climbs the turnbuckle and stands on top of it, swearing at the fans, pointing at himself, talking to them, taunting them, mocking them. He stands there for a moment, then routinely spits his gum at the crowd. Page leaps down, slides down into the corner, and sits on the middle turnbuckle. He rests his left hand on his cheek nonchalantly, waiting for the match to begin.

The bell sounds as Tony runs right at Page. But Page knocks him down with a straight right to the jaw.

Kris Cruise: Tony wasted no time going after Page. But Page just dropped him with a hard right.

Stephy Auger: He didn’t think that one through, huh?

Page reaches down, pulls up Tony and throws him into the corner. He then marches over towards Tony, but Tony nails him with an elbow to the face. After a knee strike to the midsection, Tony grabs Page and goes to slam him face-first into the top turnbuckle. But Page blocks, elbows Tony in the midsection and then slams his face into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tony around, Page delivers a series of elbow strikes, followed by a series of knee strikes, followed by a series of shoulder thrusts. He then takes Tony and whips him hard into the opposite corner, causing him to “Flair Flip” over the top turnbuckle. Tony then slides down and begins to stumble along the apron. Page sees this, so he lines up Tony in his sights before charging across the ring. But Tony grabs the top rope and drops down, sending Page tumbling over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Page thought he has Tony dead to rights. But Sunshine Scandalous had other plans.

Stephy Auger: It’s a good thing he did. Tony was getting beat up every which way during the early part of this match. If Page connected, that could have been the known blow.

While Page is down on the outside, Tony steps back into the ring. He can be seen waving up Page as Page tries to pull himself up using the guard rail. He then runs into the ropes as Page finally gets back to his feet. When Page turns around, he turns into a flipping suicide dive from Sunshine Tony.

Stephy Auger: Nice Tope con Hilo there by Tony!

Kris Cruise: That’s what Tony needs to do. He’s can’t win a fight with Page. I know Tony likes to imagine that he’s tough. But he can’t beat Page in a slugfest. He’s got to do what he did there and that’s use his speed and athleticism to his advantage.

Tony picks up Page, slams him face-first onto the apron and rolls him back into the ring. After Tony climbs up onto the apron, he runs down the apron and scales the turnbuckles. Once Page gets up and turns around, Tony leaps off the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying hurricanrana. But Page blocks the move. He then yanks Tony back up, runs across the ring and delivers a turnbuckle powerbomb, sending Tony bounces out of the corner and falling to the mat. He makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: I can’t believe the strength Page just showed there!

Kris Cruise: That Buckle Bomb should’ve broken Tony in half.

Page picks up Tony and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. He marches across the ring, grabs Tony by the hair, yanks him away from the ropes and delivers another headbutt. This time, knocking Tony down to the mat. Tony turns over to try and get up, but Page nails him with a kick to the ribs, sending him down face-first to the canvas. Tony then tries to push himself up on all fours. But Page delivers a jumping stomp to the back of the head, knocking Tony back down. Tony pushes himself up off the canvas. After getting up on all fours, Tony tries to shake off the blow. But while he’s trying to recover, Page runs over and delivers a stiff kick to the side of the head, knocking Tony flat against the mat. Page then kicks Tony over onto his back before dropping down and making the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony was able to withstand those brutal kicks from Jimmy Page. But how much more can the former Pride Champion take? He’s been dealt a considerable amount of punishment thus far.

Stephy Auger: You want to know what’s scary? I don’t even think Page is warmed up yet.

Page picks up Tony, grabs him by the wrist and turns him inside out with a short-arm clothesline. While Tony is still down, Page bounces into the ropes. When he comes back, he connects with a jumping knee drop. He then makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Tony has been pitching a fit over not getting a rematch for the Pride Championship. But right now, he’s got bigger problems and that’s surviving Jimmy Page.

Page picks up Tony and throws him down with a scoop slam. After dragging Tony across the ring, Page turns him over onto his back, grabs Tony by the wrist and pulls him back up. As Tony’s head hovers over the bottom turnbuckle, Page raises his leg and repeatedly stomps on the back of the head, ending Tony’s face into the turnbuckle over and over. After dragging him away from the corner, Page turns him over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: How did he get his shoulder up?

Stephy Auger: Does Tony even know where he is right now? I think that’s the better question.

Page picks up Tony and whips him hard into the corner. Tony cringes as he arches his back in pain upon impact. After sizing him up, Page charges across the ring. But Tony nails him with an elbow to the face, sending him stumbling back. Page shakes off the blow before running back into the corner. This time, Tony nails him with a boot to the face. After stumbling back, Page runs and lunges into the corner. But Tony moves out of the way, sending Page crashing into the corner.

Stephy Auger: Nobody home there!

Tony turns Page around and unleashes a series of knife-edge chops that echo throughout the arena. He then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Tony towards the corner. But instead of crashing into the corner, Tony baseball slides to the outside. Page then runs and baseball slides out of the ring. But once Page gets to the outside, Tony rolls back into the ring. So Page goes to roll back in himself. But Tony connects with a low angle dropkick, knocking Page back to the floor.

Page reaches up, grabs the edge of the apron and tries to pull himself up. But Tony connects with a baseball slide to the face, knocking Page back down. As Page gets up on the outside, Tony steps out onto the apron. When Page turns around, Tony runs along the apron, dives off and takes Page down with a flying hurricanrana.

Stephy Auger: He hit it that time!

Kris Cruise: Tony isn’t denied this time as he hits the hurricanrana!

Tony picks up Page and whips him into the guard rail. Tony then runs along ringside and lunges forward, sending himself and Page over the guard rail and into the crowd with a clothesline.

Kris Cruise: Look out!

Stephy Auger: The action has just spilled into the crowd, Kris! This can’t be good at all.

Tony picks up Page, lifts him up and throws him down across the top of the guard rail with a front suplex. He then runs over and connects with a high knee lift, knocking Page off the guard rail and to the floor. While Page lays on the floor, Tony can be seen shoving fans out of the way.

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine is shoving innocent fans out of his way! I’m sure there’s going to be a fine for that.

Stephy Auger: What’s he doing? What is he setting up for?

When Page gets back to his feet, Tony runs towards the guard rail and lunges over it. But instead of connecting with a cross body, Page counters with a powerslam on the floor.

Kris Cruise: God, did you hear that impact?

Stephy Auger: Tony tried to leap through the air. But Page snatched him out of the air and slammed him hard on his back! That’ll rattle every bone in your body, Kris.

Page picks up Tony and rolls him back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he gets up to his feet. He then picks up Tony and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tony stumbles back, Page hooks his arm from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex. He crawls over and makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony landed on the base of his neck after that suplex. Thankfully he wasn’t hurt too badly as he got his shoulder up.

Page picks up Tony, grabs him around the waist and goes for a gutwrench powerbomb. But on the way up, Tony elbows Page in the head. After Tony slips down, he connects with a spinning back kick to the midsection. While Page is doubled over, Tony lifts up Page and plants him with a piledriver. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Piledriver only gets two. You know, all Tony has to do is roll out of the ring, take that title and hightail it to the back. But I don’t think that’s what Tony wants to do.

Stephy Auger: It’s definitely not. Tony has a chip on his shoulder. He wants to prove a point, Kris. He wants to prove that he belongs in the top tier players here in FGA.

Tony picks up Page and nails him with a knee to the midsection, doubling him over. He then grabs Page by the back of the neck with both hands and proceeds to deliver several knees to face. After an uppercut rocks Page and sends him stumbling back, Tony runs into the ropes. When he comes back, Page knocks him down with Sole Destruction. He then reaches down, picks up Tony, turns and delivers The Paralyzing. He makes the cover.

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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tony got his shoulder up but man, that must hurt. Taking a run of the mill neckbreaker is one thing. But to be given a neckbreaker across the knee? That’s really going to do damage.

Page picks up Tony and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. But Tony slips down from behind and connects with a dropkick, sending Page stumbling through the ropes and onto the apron. As Page pulls himself back up using the ropes, Tony runs over to attack. But Page counters with the Aneurysm.

Stephy Auger: What a kick! Did you heard that?

Kris Cruise: Page with a perfectly timed gamengiri! Tony looks like he doesn’t even know where he is right now!

After rolling back into the ring, Page picks up Tony and whips him into the ropes. When Tony comes back, Page delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tony bounces off of Page’s knee and lands on the apron.

Stephy Auger: You can hear Tony practically crying out in pain. Page is really doing a number on him.

Kris Cruise: Page has got him beat in height, weight, strength. He’s a better brawler than Tony. He’s been in more big matches than Tony. Outside of speed and athleticism, Page has got him better everywhere else. So Tony’s got to think of something and do it fast or else he’ll be the latest in a long line of grapplers Page has victimized.

As Tony slowly tries to get up off the mat, Page darts over and nails him with Trauma Symphony. He turns Tony over and makes the cover.

Kris Cruise: Page just clobbered Tony with that knee to the side of the head! That’s gotta be it!


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Tony gets his shoulder up.

Page picks up Tony and whips him hard chest-first into the corner. As Tony stumbles back, Page grabs him from behind before throwing out the Concussion~Grade III. But Tony ducks. When Page turns around, he turns into a reverse discus elbow that stuns him. Tony then follows up with a step-up enzuigiri, knocking Page down to one knee. Tony sees Page in perfect position, so he gets up and runs into the ropes.

Stephy Auger: Uh oh! Could he be going for what I think he’s going?

When Tony comes back, he blasts Tony with #PimpShit. He makes the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: What? Page got his shoulder up? Has anyone ever gotten up from that before?

Stephy Auger: I don’t think so.

Tony grabs Page, scoops him up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He then heads into the corner before scaling the turnbuckles. After reaching the top, Tony flips off and connects the Phoenix Slash. He hooks the leg.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

After slapping the canvas out of frustration, Tony picks up Page and positions him for another piledriver. But Page counters with a back body drop. When Tony gets back to his feet and turns around, Page blatantly kicks him between the legs, resulting in the ref calling for the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, TONY CARMINE!

While Tony’s doubled over in immense pain, Page sizes him up before clocking him with the Concussion, sending Tony down to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Page just got himself DQ’d! What did he do that for?

Stephy Auger: I don’t even think he cares, Kris. He wants to hurt Tony.

After delivering several stomps onto the torso of the former Pride Champion, Page rolls to the outside. He frantically scans the ringside area before zeroing in on “his” FGA World Championship belt. Page marches over and swipes the championship off the time keeper’s table. He proceeds to strike the center plate of the belt with his hand. Just then, Page slowly turns and sees Tony trying to get up to his feet. Page looks down at “his” championship, then back at a barely there Tony. A smirk comes across his face.

Kris Cruise: Page’s got some evil intentions in mind, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I’m by no means a Tony fan. But this doesn’t look good at all.

Page’s smirk turns into a full on cackle as he slowly walks up the steps. He enters through the ropes, never taking his eyes off his opponent. Tony tries to stand up both feet. But his leg quickly buckles, bringing him back down to one knee. Page then cradles the championship as he begins to zero in on Tony.

Kris Cruise: He’s enjoying this, Stephy. He’s savoring every moment until he lunges forward and drills Tony with that belt.

Page clutches the championship before moving his arms in a circular motion. He’s about to clock Tony with the chair, when…

Kris Cruise: Chandler Scott!

Stephy Auger: Chandler Scott’s in the ring!

As soon as Chandler Scott slides into the ring, Page goes to hightail it. But not before Chandler darts over and latches onto Page. The two men struggle; Chandler, trying to keep Page in the ring and Page, trying to get himself free. After the power struggle, Chandler yanks back and falls down to a seated position. But in his hand isn’t his World Championship over even Page’s head. He looks down and sees a clump of dingy blonde hair in the palm of his hand. Chandler then looks over and sees Page hopping over the guard rail and maneuvering his way through the crowd. For all the fat jokes that have been made at Page’s expense, Page quickly disappears out of sight, leaving Chandler again without his championship.

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Kris Cruise: I'm not sure how much more excitement I can take tonight, Stephy. Between that Pride match, Jimmy Page and Chandler Scott playing cat and mouse, the announcement of Dom Harter vs. Mia Scott at Glory Road: it's all too much!

Stephy Auger: Don't forget Cyncity getting one over on Johnny Karma as they head into their handicap match in two weeks time.

Kris Cruise: You're right. And we still have the main event to come: Chandler Scott vs. Cordy Stevenson!

Stephy Auger: Absolutely. These Birmingham fans are in for a treat tonight, Kris, and that match is ne--wait, what's this?

The camera pans around the arena, showing off the FGA faithful before a man is heard clearing his throat of the arena speakers from behind the black curtain.

???: Hoes and hoettes! YOU READY TO TURN THIS BITCH UP RIGHT NOW!?

Gambino walks through the curtains with a grin on his face and stands at the top of the rampway. He was wearing a backwards fitted cap, and a #1 “Legendary” jersey on that was dated back to 2013. Beeno is the adopted relative to the Bank’s family, manager, and iGNITE commentator for HKW. While it seems like managing had been behind him, the fans begin to cheer for his appearance, wondering why he was here.

Gambino: Damn right y’all better cheer me! You prolly ain’t got a clue why I’m here, so I’ma fill you in right quick. Lately… I been bored, breh. I been bored and I been thinkin’ bout ways to cure boredum, smell me? And my homie just hit me up out the blue and said… I’m bored too.

He acts as if his mind was blown, throwing a hand up from his head and acting like a bright idea just popped into his brain. Gambino holds up a finger to the crowd and continues on.

Gambino: So we put our heads together and thought...how we gon’ cure our boredum, breh? And after like 4 hours of not talkin’ bout it at all, it finally hit me… brain blaster, breh. We goin’ to FGA…

Beeno pauses for a moment, letting the fans get ready for his latest announcement.

Gambino: Yeah, I said “we”, breh. Me and this mans...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN….HOS AND HOEEETTES… ZEEEEEEEEBREHH!!!

“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers. The music picks up a little bit, but eventually slows back down and to a complete stop after half a minute. The bass hits again, this time it lights up the top of the ramp in a bright white light as Zero McHannon walks through the curtain.

“Hide my face again, habor in the shadows,
Feel this weight of sin, hammering away...

DIEEE!! With the guilt of a thousand AWOL soldiers,
DIEEE!! Watch the scythe usher me astray…”

Zero stands at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and nodding his head. As the music blasts, he walks over to the fans located around the ramp and yells at the top of his lungs out to the crowd. Reaching over the barrier and letting the fans touch him, the crowd is in cheers for the former PDW Superstar.

“I can’t go on this way,
Not as I am today,
The ugly side of me is strong....

Take aim a loaded gun,
Pulls back on all who run,
A coward’s truth inside the wrong...”

Wearing his old school “Wrestling Game: Christian Kane” tee shirt, Zero McHannon walks down the ramp with his manager, Gambino. He reaches out to the corner of fans before sliding under the bottom rope and bouncing right to his feet, while Gambino took the steel steps and walks into the ring.

THIS MEANS WARRRRRRRRR!!!

Zero climbs the nearest turnbuckle, reaches out his arms, and begins yelling randomness to the crowd as they do their best to cheer overtop of him. The music is blaring as he hops back down to the mat and takes a microphone from the ringside employee. He smiles out to the crowd, still letting them take a moment to take a grasp onto his longer hair, grown beard, and some weight loss.

Zero McHannon: Well, this is a bit of a surprise...

The fans begin to cheer again as Zero gives out a faint laugh, raising the microphone back to his lips.

Zero McHannon: Everyone said that I had “vanished”, that I was “dead”, or gone forever… I had all the stress in the world on my shoulders, and I didn’t have wrestling to take my mind off those struggles anymore. Yet, I’m expected to give an explanation. You won’t get that from me today. What you’re going to get from me today is a little story…

The crowd seems indifferent about that, but Zero doesn’t give them time to think about it too much. He begins to pace the ring, holding the mic with one hand, and making hand gestures with the other.

Zero McHannon: I have missed wrestling. I’ve missed what it feels like to step in the middle of this ring and put on a show that makes people remember. In this very company alone, I’ve had only the pleasure to face off against Dom Harter. Not going to go into much detail about how that went for me…

He can’t help but give a small grin as most people stir, remembering that Zero lost to Dom in PDW for the Bloodshed Championship race.

Zero McHannon: I’ve had the chance to work alongside many others though. Yun and Cordy. Somewhat Noelle and Fujiko. I’ve been a Co-General Manager with Cindy Parker. Some of those very wrestlers I’ve got the chance to watch grow into something special. Annie Zellor, Tony Carmine, and Colton Sterling, who are now wrestling with some of the very best that this company has to offer. Then there are just the names that I’ve heard of, but for some reason, people can’t stop talking about them. Rightfully so if what I'm told is right. The Jimmy Page’s of this world… Regardless of how you look at it, when people talk about where the competition is, they talk about the people here in FGA.

The crowd agrees with him, giving the former Bloodshed and World Champion some support. Zero takes a few steps backwards, letting the fans simmer down some before he continues on.

Zero McHannon: Then there’s that one time where you see a little bit of magic happen. It doesn’t happen very often, but when it does, you know it. I seen it for myself when I was a World Champion. The match? Andreas Lasiewicz versus Chandler Scott. Even as a World Champ, I envied what they had. I watched the whole thing play out backstage… It was that day that I had found a new respect for someone like Chandler Scott, who I didn’t know very much about before his match with Lass. The guy wasn’t afraid to walk on someone else’s turf and try to take away their most prized possession. Yeah, not something really to put much thought into, but you wouldn’t say that if you seen the same match I watched that night. Coming down to the wire, I honestly didn’t know who would pull out the win. Two of wrestlings finest putting on a show that I could only hope to put on. Who won?

He remembers who won, but he smiles towards the crowd, not hinting the winner as they grow a bit reckless.

Zero McHannon: It doesn’t matter who won. What matters is that the match was everything you could dream for in your career. From beginning to end, like a fine tuned machine. It didn't matter that I was a champion, because these two wrestlers stole the show and there was no getting it back. It was its own reward at the end of the day because it was magical… That’s how I knew that FGA held something special. I witnessed it with my own eyes. So, it isn’t hard to say that I wanted to be where I believe the competition is at. I chase it, I thrive for it... Feed off of it. If you want to be one of the very best to step a foot on this mat, than you have to prove it, not just jack your jaw off about it. I mention all of these people that I knew from this company and how I’ve worked beside them, but I’ve only faced off against one… Sounds like you picked up a book with a juicy beginning, but the pages are blank when you get into the heart and the ending. What kind of story is that?

Zero gives the fans a sour look. Some people are confused where he is going with this, while others have picked up on the little things. He leans up against the ropes, staring off at the roof of the building.

Zero McHannon: It’s a halfass story... That’s why when I promised to return to wrestling, I already reached out to the company that I wanted to be a part of. I want to face off against the people I didn’t have a chance to get the ring with. I want to go toe to toe with friend and enemy alike. To start fresh with a batch of new faces. I wouldn’t accept anything else other than joining with the business where I thought every limit would be pushed.. The only place where I seen firsthand where the magic happened… FGA... Does that idea sound “golden”? Does it give you a “rush”?

The crowd starts to pop some as he gives them a sideways glance. He raises his eyebrows and paces himself back to the middle of the ring.

Zero McHannon: That’s right. You’ll see me as one of the competitors in the Gold Rush Rumble. I don’t just come to fight… I come to win. But you’ll just have to wait until then to see just how thirsty I am to get back inside this ring. I plan to do much more than “keep up”.

He jumps up on the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle and leans forward.

Zero McHannon: And I’ll be sticking around afterwards, so get use to seeing my new pretty mug around this place!

Spiking the microphone off the mat from the corner ropes, “This Means War” hits the speakers hard again. Reaching up for his arm pads to throw at the audience, he realizes that he isn’t wearing any and takes off his vintage tee shirt instead, tossing it into the crowd. Talking about returning to the ring seems to have fired him up a bit as he begins to try yelling over his music to the fans, but we can’t hearing what he’s saying. The scene fades away as Zero spreads his arms, taking in the cheers from the crowd and the blasting music.

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5/16/15
From the James L. Knight Center
Miami, FL