Chicago Ridge DVD Taping (8/9/15)

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUALIFYING ROUND
Dan Herrera vs. Ochosi, the Hunter

Kris Cruise: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the second night of our double shot weekend here in Chicago Ridge. As always, I’m Kris Cruise, alongside Stephy Auger.

Stephy Auger: And what a show we have for you this evening. We’re still getting over what we saw last night – between the impromptu hardcore match that has fans talking, to Jimmy Page gloating over Zero McHannon – a lot happened last night.

Kris Cruise: Indeed it did. Not to mention we saw Tony Carmine, Kurosawa Chavez, Noelle Smith and Fujiko Mine progress to the Frontier Lions Cup next month at Above & Beyond IV.

Stephy Auger: We have three more qualifier matches tonight, including this one, so lets get this show started!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Hunting Plains, weighing in at 237lbs … OCHOSI, THE HUNTER!

The arena's lights dim considerably. Smoke billows from behind the curtain, accompanied by a slow cadence of African drums. Ochosi steps from behind the curtains, head down. He raises his arms to his waist, basking in the smoke for a moment. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, backed by the mysterious drums. Once at the ring, he slides in underneath the bottom rope, then comes up on his right knee, with his left leg extended behind and to the left, supporting himself with his right hand. He looks like a panther, ready to pounce on his prey.

...Spoken...

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches, from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at 200lbs … DAN HERRERA!

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

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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

Kris Cruise: The debuting Ochosi, the Hunter set to take on Dan Herrera.

Stephy Auger: Last year Dan got knocked out of the Frontier Lions Cup in the first round after a time limit draw with Jared James. Will he make it that far this year?

Kris Cruise: We’ll find out soon enough.

The two men circle one another cautiously, before finally locking up. Dan snatches Ochosi into a side headlock, but Ochosi shoves him off, sending him flying into the ropes. Dan bounces back and drops him with a shoulder block. Ochosi rolls to his feet as Dan takes off towards the ropes again. As he rebounds, Ochosi drops to the mat and Dan leaps over him, keeping his momentum towards the ropes. Ochosi springs back up to his feet, and leapfrogs Dan as he rebounds off of the ropes again. Dan speeds on, bouncing off the ropes once more, only to get caught with a beautiful dropkick from Ochosi.

Both men roll to their feet and Dan charges forward, only to get caught with an arm drag takedown. Dan rolls through it and springs back to his feet, charging towards Ochosi again. Ochosi sidesteps him, and Dan halts his momentum by grabbing onto the ropes. He spins around and storms towards Ochosi who performs a drop toe hold. Dan pushes to a kneeling position, and Ochosi delivers an enziguri to the back of his head.

Stephy Auger: Ochosi showing his pace here in the early going.

Ochosi gets Dan up and rocks him with a stinging chop to the chest. He fires off another one before backing Dan into the ropes. He gets ready to whip him across the ring, but Dan reverses it, shooting The Hunter into the ropes instead. Ochosi bounces off of the ropes and ducks underneath a Herrera Clothesline attempt. He bounds towards the ropes and bounces off once again, only to get caught by a discus elbow strike from Dan that spins him around. Dan quickly grabs him and connects with a back suplex. Dan goes for the cover.

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Ochosi kicks out. Dan gets to a vertical base, and lifts Ochosi to his, driving a knee right into his midsection. He then tosses Ochosi into the corner, following behind him and delivering a hard forearm that leaves Ochosi slumped against the turnbuckle. Dan then grabs his arm and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. Dan rushes forward, but Ochosi gets a boot up that spins Dan around and staggers him backwards. As soon as Dan turns back to face him, Ochosi explodes from the corner and connects with a running high knee. He then scrambles to make the cover.

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Dan muscles his way out. Ochosi climbs to his feet and watches as Dan begins to rise. He takes off towards the ropes and comes back delivering a running front dropkick that sends Dan hurtling through the ropes and to the outside. Ochosi then breaks for the ropes, getting a full head of steam as he soars through and connects with a Tope Suicida that livens up the crowd a bit.

Kris Cruise: Did you see that?!

Stephy Auger: A picture perfect tope, and Dan Herrera is in trouble here, Kris.

Ochosi pops back up to a vertical base and lifts Dan to one as well before rolling him back into the ring. He hops onto the apron and motions for the crowd to get hype as he waits for Dan to rise to his feet. Once Dan is up, he springboards off the ropes and connects with a hurricanrana! He bridges it into a pin and hooks the leg.

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THRE-NO!

Stephy Auger: So close!

Dan muscles his way out before the three count can be made. Ochosi quickly rises and pulls Dan to his feet. He performs a beautiful snap suplex and follows it up with a snap leg drop. He then heads towards the ropes, making his way up. Dan slowly gets to his feet and stumbles over towards the ropes, nailing The Hunter with a hard right hand that buckles him and causes him to lose his balance. Dan delivers another right hand as he makes his way up the ropes also. Ochosi attempts to fight back, tossing out a weak blow of his own, but Dan delivers a forearm shot that rocks him, making sure The Hunter is good and stunned as he dips down and hoists Ochosi onto his shoulders, before falling back and planting Ochosi into the mat with a Super Samoan drop to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Dan might have found a way back into this one.

Dan crawls over to make the cover.

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NO!

Ochosi manages to kick out. Dan climbs to his feet and stomps around, feeding off the energy of the crowd and hyping himself up. He backs into the corner and the crowd goes wild in anticipation as Dan motions for Ochosi to get to his feet. Once Ochosi stands, Dan surges forward, looking to connect with his patented spear!

But Ochosi sidesteps, and Dan's momentum carries him right into the steel ring post.

Stephy Auger: That’s gotta hurt.

Dan stumbles backward, clutching his shoulder, and staggers right back into Ochosi who delivers a Dragon Suplex! He bridges it into a pin.

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Dan is able to kick out! Ochosi climbs to his feet and grabs Dan by the head. He lifts him to a kneeling position and fires off a stiff right that has Dan reeling. He then grabs Dan By the head and yanks him up and into a powerbomb position. He attempts to lift him up, but Dan kicks his legs wildly causing Ochosi to set him back down. Ochosi delivers a sharp elbow between Dan's shoulder blades and attempts to powerbomb him again, but Dan once again kicks his legs, and this time when Ochosi sets him down, he uses the momentum to surge upward and perform a back body drop.

Stephy Auger: Wait a second…

Ochosi flips and somehow lands on his feet, and takes off towards the ropes. Dan makes a break for the opposite set of ropes and comes back, meeting Ochosi in the middle of the ring with a monstrous spear!

Dan clutches at his shoulder, grimacing in pain as he rolls over to make the cover...

Kris Cruise: That one might have done more harm than good.

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THRE---NOOOOO!!! Ochosi gets a shoulder up.

Dan rises to his feet and gets Ochosi back up to his. He hits him with a neckbreaker and goes for the pin.

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THR-NO!

Ochosi gets a shoulder up again. Dan stands him up and then hits a standing suplex. He goes for the pin again.

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NO! Ochosi kicks out. Dan gets him up and nails him with a Russian legsweep. He then follows it up with a leg drop before attempting another pin.

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NO! Ochosi kicks out yet again.

Stephy Auger: So many near falls, but this match continues.

Herrera gets The Hunter back to a vertical base and whips him into the ropes. As Ochosi bounces back, Dan attempts a lariat, but The Hunter ducks underneath, grabs hold of Dan's arm and pulls him down with a crucifix pin.

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THR-- No!

Dan rolls out of it. Both men scramble to their feet, but Ochosi is the first to attack, leaping forward and catching Dan with a spinning heel kick. As Dan pushes to his feet, Ochosi grabs him by the head and connects with a Lucha DDT! He hooks the leg.

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THRE-- NO!

The crowd erupts as Dan manages to get a shoulder up once again. Ochosi rises up and sprints towards the ropes. He hops up and looks to connect with a springboard moonsault, but Dan rolls out of the way. Ochosi lands on his feet, only for Dan to rush forward and catch him with the Wit's End! He makes the pin.

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THRE---NO!!! Ochosi manages to get a shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Both men giving their everything here; they both want to go through to the Frontier Lions Cup, that’s much is obvious.

Stephy Auger: It’s going to take something special to put either of these men away.

Dan sits up and just shakes his head, a smirk on his face as he wonder what exactly he'll have to do to put the newcomer away. He rises up and snatches Ochosi up off of the mat, and picks him up for a Samoan drop. Ochosi elbows him and slides off of his back.

As Dan turns around, he's met with a spinning kick right to the midsection that keels him over. Ochosi grabs him and looks to connect with his Hunter's Quarry Asai DDT...

But Dan thinks quickly and counters, bringing him down across his knee with a vicious modified atomic drop!

Ochosi hops forward in obvious pain. Dan sprints towards the ropes and storms back, and as soon as Ochosi turns around, he's met with another huge spear from The Boss Man. Dan hooks the leg and goes for the pin.

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THREE!!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… DAN HERRERA!

Kris Cruise: He did it! Dan Herrera has qualified for the Frontier Lions Cup!

Stephy Auger: Ochosi falling victim to the spear, but an impressive debut for Ochosi, the Hunter here tonight.

Peaches climbs into the ring to help Dan celebrate, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before raising his arm into the air. The FGA fans cheering Herrera on as he escorts Peaches back up the aisle.

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The scene opens up as Ochosi, the Hunter finally makes his way back up the aisle after his debut match. The arena falls silent when, all of a sudden, “Can You Feel My Heart?” by Bring Me The Horizon kicks in. Fans begin to boo and pound the barricades. Page comes out, dressed in a loose “Kill Jimmy Page” tank-top on, jeans, and old black and white Reebok high-tops. Page snatches away from stray hands as he walks towards the apron. He stands there on the outside, taking in the boos as he looks towards the timekeeper area. Jimmy Page demands a microphone, he grabs it and begins to walk around the outside.

Jimmy Page: MY NAME...IS JAMES...JOSEPH….PAGE.

He pauses as he continues to walk around the outside area.

Jimmy Page: I SAID...MY NAME….IS JAMES….JOSEPH...PAGE!!!

He continues to walk around, fans spew negative words at him. Page keeps his head down, circling the outside area.

Jimmy Page: You still don’t know who I am? Well pull up a chair because you people are in for a WILD...WILD….RIDE!!

Page takes a sit on the apron, in front of the camera that catches a wide view of the crowd and the FGA ring. Page looks around, then looks out towards the crowd.

Jimmy Page: In the SUMMER of 2013, I signed to Frontier Grappling Arts. Because no other place could cut it at the time. Whether it was REVIVAL, or eWo, or any other GOD FORSAKEN company that died from the inside out, I kept my NAME intact. James Joseph Page was what was written on the birth certificate that was left along with my favorite teddy bear on the STOOP of Mr. and Mrs. Gransby my caretakers. My first words were my name, the first words I ever spelled were “JAMES...JOSEPH...PAGE!” No one could take my name from me! And so, as I signed my contract, I made it my obligation--no--my conquest to make sure anything that was anything of value in a company had “PAGE” on the front of it!

I’m not a narcissistic person, no you people have it twisted, no. Because for my entire existence I had nothing in my namesake. I had nothing to be proud of, all I was, was another statistic waiting to be made out in Flint. No one cared about me, “Who is Jimmy Page?” and it wasn’t until I laced up a pair of wrestling boots, I became something. Every week, when I send FGA’s production team my promos, I give them a PIECE of myself. Because that is the real me, this is who I am, right here! You people get what you paid for, and what you people paid for was a person who isn’t afraid to be who he is!

I don’t hide over a Twitter handle, I don’t ADMIT defeat, I don’t give up on ANYTHING that is worth fighting for. THAT IS ME!!! THAT’S WHO JIMMY PAGE IS!!! And the thing that really pisses me off is when people generalize, and damn near blow off the fact that I say things, but am I ever wrong…?!

Jimmy shakes his head, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Jimmy Page: No. No one can say I’m lying ever, and here’s why: EVERYONE who has ever faced me, will put on an act, they will do this because they are afraid of being scrutinized!! They will lie through their teeth, GOOD GUY or BAD GUY! I’m a genuine article of a human being!! So you tell me, what ZERO McHANNON is but a false copy of me?! All Star Showdown, I went in expecting a fight, and we did indeed fight. I’ll give Zero one thing, he’s got a set, a little too big for his own good, but he’s got a set! McHannon wanted to prove a point, he did. He proved to me that HE CAN’T FINISH A FIGHT! And so, yesterday night, McHannon thought it was wise to challenge me again.

Page adjusts in his seat, which was on top of the apron.

Jimmy Page: Zero McHannon’s never been a good fight before, I mean a pretty good one. We aren’t talking about something with just CHAIRS here or there and an occasional table being broken in half; No we’re talking about a fight where one guy doesn’t get up and gets wheeled to the back!!! We’re talkin’ about a fight where your very life may be on the damn line! McHannon has NEVER and I mean NEVER been in a fight for his very BEING!!!! Not Zero McHannon, because Zero McHannon is a COWARD!!! So much so, Zero--no you know what’ that name’s FILTHY--so much so…”MAKO”...doesn’t even want to be ZERO!!! He is a fraud, he knows it. And he doesn’t have my RESPECT…!

The fans continue to boo, Page looks on, eyes widen and holding his hand out.

Jimmy Page: OH NO, NO, NO, DON’T BOO ME!!! YOU WANNA BOO SOMETHING!!! For nearly 8 months, I was a face of a company, me. I am a former FGA World Champion, I am the FGA’s 2014 Superstar of a Year, I am the ORC MALE WRESTLER OF THE YEAR, anyone who has ever spoken my name, has bitten their tongue, disappeared--HI RILEY HOW YOU DOIN’--or has AVOIDED facing me!!! I have done more in my damn near TWO years in this place than Chandler Scott wishes he could do in TEN…!!! YOU WANNA BOO SOMETHIN’?! BOO FGA PUTTIN’ TOMATO CANS IN MY FACE!!! WANNA BOO SOMETHIN’?! BOO CHANDLER SCOTT, SEAN SANDS, DAN HERRERA, AND EVERY OTHER SCHMUCK WHO SET FOOT IN THIS PLACE AS IF THEY ARE PANTHEONS AND EXPECT ROSES THROWN AT THEIR FEET BECAUSE THEY SHOWED UP WITH A RESERVED SPOT AND TAKE CHECKS FROM GUYS LIKE ME BECAUSE OF THEIR “DECORATED CAREERS”!!!! BOO THAT!!!!

Jimmy looks around, standing now on the apron.

Jimmy Page: I HAVEN’T SOLD MY NAME!!! IT’S MINE AND ALONE!! And when the time comes, when FGA management decides to put me in a ring with “MAKO” again; This time when I beat his ass, he’s going for good! Then, and only then can he can be “ZERO” or “MAKO” HELL HE CAN BE “GOD” AND I’D KICK HIS ASS TEN TIMES OUT OF TEN!!! I AM GOING TO KICK HIS ASSSSS!!!!!!! A FUCKIN’ “ZERO” CAN’T DO SHIT TO THE KING OF THE FUCKIN’ WORLD!!!!

Page pauses, fired up, the bags under his eyes a bright red. He whips his hair out of his eyes and glares on.

Jimmy Page: And you heard it first….from JAMES….JOSEPH….PAGE…!!!

Page tosses the microphone down and leaps off the apron. He heads to the back, leaving some fans speechless, and some still booing him nonstop. Page keeps his head down, continuing his march towards the back area as the scene fades away.

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Annie Zellor vs. Luke Jackson

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

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.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 165lbs. ‘THE KID’ LUKE JACKSON!

“Lose Yourself” by Eminem begins playing throughout the arena as Luke comes out with a huge smile on his face, basking in the glory of wrestling. He has a black wife beater on and backwards Oakland As' cap. He slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring, before sliding in under the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: You just saw Jimmy Page laying out the challenge to Zero McHannon - and we'll have more on that as and when we receive word. But for now, it's time for our second match of the night, Stephy. And another FGA debut, this time for Luke Jackson.

Stephy Auger: Official debut. He has wrestled twice before, as recently as last month. But tonight he’s going one-on-one with Annie Zellor. I can’t wait for this one.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring. Zellor starts clapping, trying to rally the fans, which she does with relative ease. The two of them lock up collar and elbow, from which position Jackson gains the upper hand, applying a side headlock. Annie tries to break free, but Luke has the hold locked in tight. Before long, Zellor goes back against the ropes, using the momentum to push her opponent away and across the ring. Luke hits the ropes, coming back with a shoulder block that knocks Annie down. He immediately runs against the perpendicular ropes as Annie rolls over onto her stomach. He hops over his prone opponent before Jackson hits the ropes, this time ducking under the leap frogging Annie Zellor. Jackson hops up onto the middle rope before springboarding back into the ring with a back elbow!

Zellor goes down, but gets right back up as Jackson is ready for her. A quick arm drag takedown is performed, but again Zellor gets right back up. This time Luke performs a deep arm drag, keeping hold of the arm as he applies an arm bar. The former tag champ gets up to her knees before rolling through and countering the arm bar, flipping Jackson over onto his back! Both competitors scramble back to their feet as, this time, Zellor strikes first with a dropkick that knocks Luke through the ropes and out onto the apron.

Kris Cruise: He’s been in control thus far, but Luke Jackson is in a dangerous predicament here.

No sooner is that said then Zellor springboards up onto the ropes and nails her opponent with a triangle dropkick! Jackson tumbles off the apron and rolls up the aisle way as Zellor throws the devil horns up in the ring. The crowd cheer for the plucky youngster as she waits for her opponent to get back to his feet before running against the far ropes. Annie launches herself through the middle rope with a suicide dive, connecting with Luke Jackson! The crowd cheer again as Zellor pops back up. The count-out begins, but Annie is in no mood to continue this fight on the outside. She rolls Jackson back in under the bottom rope before climbing up onto the apron. A slingshot somersault senton finds it mark as Annie covers.

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Stephy Auger: Luke Jackson kicks out.

Kris Cruise: The Kid has a tough debut here tonight, Stephy. Annie Zellor is a two-time FGA tag team champion and is certainly no slouch in that ring.

Stephy Auger: All the debuts have been tough this week, Kris. Ochosi, the Hunter came up short against Dan Herrera earlier, Ling Ling lost to Tony Carmine last night. Luke Jackson just needs the same luck Kurosawa Chavez got in his debut match against Yun Goeun.

Undeterred, Zellor lifts her opponent back to his feet and sends Luke running towards the corner with an Irish whip. She follows him in and goes for the monkey flip, but Jackson lands on his feet! Annie turns around to face her opponent just in time to eat a mule kick to midsection, doubling her over, before Luke pancakes her with a DDT! He gets right back up and performs a standing moonsault before making the cover.

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Annie gets the shoulder up. Luke drags her back to a seated position and applies a chinlock. The loyal FGA fans continue chanting for Zellor as she begins to fight back, working her up to a kneeling position as the chinlock transitions into a headlock. She fires off a few elbows to the gut. Forcing Luke to weaken his grip before she wriggles free and makes a break for the ropes. Annie rebounds off the ropes and goes for the wheelbarrow bulldog – NO! Jackson counters in mid air, pushing Annie away! She lands ass first on the mat and pops back up in pain, kneeling as Luke takes her down with a bulldog of his own. No cover this time, however, as Luke takes the opportunity to try and rally the crowd.

Stephy Auger: The newcomer is certainly holding his own against the FGA stalwart.

Kris Cruise: We last saw Luke Jackson in the Dynamic Duos, of course, when he and his ex-girlfriend were eliminated in the first round by Whiskey Dex. He’s certainly faring better as a solo act.

With the crowd chanting his name, Luke Jackson picks his opponent back up and positions her with a standing headscissor. He manages to lift the featherweight Zellor up for a powerbomb before running a few steps, and drilling Zellor into the mat. This time he makes the cover.

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Zellor rolls through, and takes Luke down with a dropkick to the face before going for the jacknife pin!

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Jackson kicks out! Zellor rolls off him, holding the back of her neck as she crawls towards the ropes. Luke shakes off the cobwebs and stands back up first. He lands a clubbing blow down across the back of Annie Zellor, then another. An Irish whip follows as Zellor is sent running towards the corner. She hits the turnbuckle back first as Jackson follows her in with a running clothesline. Another Irish whip sends Annie from pillar to post as, again, Jackson follows her in – NO! Annie tries to vault over her opponent, but Luke catches her on his shoulder. A quick powerslam brings Zellor down to the mat with a bang as Luke looks towards the top rope.

Kris Cruise: What does he have in mind here, Stephy?

Jackson steps out onto the apron and climbs up the top rope, facing outwards towards the crowd as he steadies himself. Moonsault – misses! Zellor rolls out the way before using the ropes to get back to her feet. Jackson is standing, doubles over in pain from the missed moonsault as Annie drills him face first into the mat with a sitout facebuster. She’s slow back to her feet, but Zellor takes the time to step out onto the apron again before springboarding into the ring with a guillotine legdrop! She hooks a leg.

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Stephy Auger: So close there. And Annie Zellor busting out some new moves here tonight.

Kris Cruise: Well Luke Jackson proclaimed himself a fan, maybe she’s trying to bring some new moves in to try and surprise him.

Zellor kneels over her opponent, trying to catch her breath as the crowd continue to cheer for both participants. She stands back up, bring Luke to a vertical base also, before unleashing a shoot kick to the chest. Then three more for good measure before an Irish whip sends Luke towards the corner. He hits the pads back first before Annie charges in with a discus clothesline, quickly followed up with a bulldog as she drives Luke face first into the mat again!

Stephy Auger: She’s gots skillz, Kris!

This time she stands back up and pulls a #grrface! The fans, young and old alike, throw up the devil horns as well. Annie’s beginning to feel the adrenaline flowing through her as she looks towards the top rope. She steps out onto the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle, steadying herself momentarily … as Jackson gets his second wind. He’s on his feet and hopping up onto the middle rope before superplexing Annie off the top! The crowd fall silent as both competitors remain motionless … until Jackson drapes an arm across the chest of Annie Zellor.

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A collective gasp from the crowd as Zellor gets the shoulder up at the last second. Luke looks to the referee, but he’s assured that it was only a two count. The shock is evident on his face as he forces himself back to his feet. He drags Zellor back to her feet once more. An uppercut connects, sending Annie tumbling back against the ropes. A dropkick follows, sending Annie out through the ropes and onto the apron. Jackson goes against the far ropes, coming back with a running dropkick that propels Annie off the apron, so that she lands across the guard rail! Jackson steps out onto the apron himself as he waits for Annie to stand back up on her own two feet, which she finally does as Luke springboards off the middle rope with an Asai moonsault.

Kris Cruise: Asai moonsault connects. That could be it, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: He just needs to get her back in the ring.

Jackson drags himself back to his feet and rolls Zellor in under the bottom rope. She’s splayed out across the mat as Luke looks towards the top rope again, climbing upwards as the fans are cheering him on. He leaps off with the Californian Riptide – NO! Zellor rolls out of the way again as Jackson hits nothing but canvas!

Luke rolls away in agony as Zellor pulls herself back to her feet. Zellor rushes her opponent, catching Jackson with a flurry of forearm shots to the face before connecting with a huge right, POW! Right to the kisser! Jackson goes down but pops right back up, almost on instinct as Zellor sends him against the ropes with an Irish whip. She goes against the perpendicular ropes as both competitors criss cross three times before Annie connects with a high boot to the face, yelling “Rotten to the Core!” as she connects, sending Luke stumbling forward until he lands throat first across the middle rope. An exhausted Annie Zellor pulls another #grrface for the Chicago Ridge fans as she goes against the far ropes, Rough ‘n’ Tumble connects! And the hook of the leg!

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J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… ANNIE ZELLOR!

“Jager Yoga” begins to play throughout the arena as Zellor stands back up, having her arm raised by the referee before she bends over to try and catch her breath.

Kris Cruise: What an effort from Luke Jackson, but he came up just short.

Stephy Auger: That’s why they call it high risk. He just never recovered after missing that Californian Riptide.

Jackson begins to stir as Annie offers him a hand to help him back to his feet, which Luke gladly takes. Zellor lifts her opponent back to his feet and embraces him with a hug before raising his arm to a cheer from the crowd.

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Evangelista: I'm ready for this.

(Evangelista is pacing in her ring gear. Standing to the side and watching her is Laurel Anne Hardy, who's bearing a couple of sticking plasters on her forehead to seal up the worst of the cuts she sustained against Chris Bond last night. We can't tell how the rest of her body is holding up, as she's dressed in a sharp tuxedo complete with bow tie and cummerbund.)

Evangelista: I'm ready for this. I'm ready for this. I'm ready for this.

(She turns to Laurel suddenly, eyes wide with panic.)

Evangelista: I'm not ready for this.

(Hardy quickly places her hands on Evangelista's shoulders.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: You are. You've fought and beat people just as crazy as him. Just as dangerous as him. Just as good as him. Remember when we beat Jonathan Collins an' Andreas Lasiewicz? Remember when we beat the O'Brian siblings? Remember when we beat Generation of Miracles, Short Change Heroes and TROUBLE in one night?

(Evangelista takes a deep, long breath, then nods.)

Evangelista: I do.

Laurel Anne Hardy: You are Leanne Evangelista. Gold Rush Ironwoman. The greatest GFC Commonwealth Champion. You are the Leanne Evangelista who beat Pat Gordon Jr, Christum Furor and Angelica Jones to win Open House II. You are the Leanne Evangelista who ended Scott Calvinle's reign of terror. You've got this.

(Leanne nods again, growing in determination as her confidence builds.)

Evangelista: I... I can do this.

Laurel Anne Hardy: You will do this.

Evangelista: What if I beat him and he comes after me like he came after Annie?

Laurel Anne Hardy: I told you, babe.

(She straightens her tie with a smirk, then smooths her lapels.)

Laurel Anne Hardy: Tonight I'm your manager, an' I ain't gonna let him do anything like that to you.

(They share a smile, and Evangelista nods one last time.)

Evangelista: Thank you.

(Fade.)

[Deleted]

Cameras caught up backstage with the returning Cyncity. She still had a blonde streak in her hair and was dressed in something that looked like something Dom would wear back in the Murder days. She had a set destination in mind as she stepped closer and closer toward the men’s locker room wing. Once she got there, she stopped at the first door on the right and took in deep breath as the camera panned over to view the name on the door…

… Dan Herrera.

Cyncity: Okays, gonna keep this short and very very simple. He probably still wants to knock my head off and he’s Dom’ bro so...never know! Ohhh! #4CynBars, son!

She clapped her hands ecstatically before took another deep breathe and pounded her fist against Dan’s locker room door.

Cyncity: Mister How Shiny Is--

She covered her mouth, remembering that Dan wasn’t exactly a fan of the nickname.

Cyncity: Dan! I mean Daaaaaaaaaaan! I must speaks with youuuuuuuuu!

Moments later the door opens and Dan is standing with his head poking out of the door. Behind him you can see Peaches peeking over his shoulder trying to see who was at the door. Dan’s face immediately filled with confusion as he looked up and down the hallways.

Dan Herrera: I’m fairly sure there aren’t any other Dan’s in this company. So I doubt you got the wrong guy. What are you doing Cindy? What do you want?

Cyn looks over Dan’s shoulders to see Peaches standing behind him, but was also double checking to make sure Hadley wasn’t around.

Cyncity: Ummm… Well…. Um…. Soooooooooo… How do I say this….

Cyn taps her index finger off of her chin and thinks of a way to word what she wanted to say.

Cyncity: Okay, look I’m sorry I was a big meanie head before but you really ticked me off! And like you didn’t help fix things by egging me on and egging me on! But still! I made a mistake by letting our friendly little spat turn into this big thing when it could’ve all been avoided. I still think you’re kind of a jerk for letting Hadley beat me up after our match, but I’m willing to let bygones be bygones if you are too, k?

She took in a deep breath and let it right out.

Cyncity: Kay!

Dan leans against the doorframe crossing his arms. He looks over at Peaches and back at Cindy. He shakes his head.

Dan Herrera: You think you’re the best. I think I’m the best. Neither of us thinks that because we’re purposely disrespecting each other. At least I know I’M not. I can’t step into the ring thinking I’m going to lose, what would be the point. I believe in myself and I was only expressing that Cindy.

He starts to wipe his hands dry as he stands in the doorframe still.

Dan Herrera: A lot of crap went down between us Cindy. So to be sorry for what Hadley did. I can’t really say that I am. But I can say that I appreciate you coming here and talking to me. So is that it?

Cyn takes a moment to think and then nods her head.

Cyncity: Sorry I was a meanie, still mad about Hadley, things escalated too far too quick…

She mumbles some words underneath her breath, unheard by the camera.

Cyncity: Yepperz that’s it! Soooooooooo are we straight like two arrows pointing north or nah?

She holds her hands and looks for a handshake. Dan looks down at her hand and then looks up at her in the eye. He pauses for a second before he puts his hand out and shakes hers.

Dan Herrera: I hope you know it’s going to be a bit before I fully trust you. I hope you understand that. But I have missed the happy go lucky Cindy I’ve always known.

Dan releases the handshake and begins to head back into his locker room. He turns back with one last question.

Dan Herrera: Cindy, when are you coming back?

Cyn jumps up and claps her hands ecstatically.

Cyncity: My return match is on the next show! I waaaaaaaaaas gonna hold off until we moved to WGN, but…

She reached into her back pocket, pulls out a wallet and flashes it open. Dan looks at what’s inside the wallet and sees a business card with Cyn’s face on it that reads “#NoDVDTapingsOff.”

Cyncity: I has to live up to the name and go out with a bang! I already missed enough DVD tapings during my hiatus. No more though!

She pulls the wallet back and slides it in her back pocket. Dan gives Cindy a bit of a salute.

Dan Herrera: Well good luck out there. I’ll be rooting for you.

Dan then closes the door behind himself as he heads back into his room. He could somewhat be heard saying “what the f---” to Peaches from behind the door as he moved away from it.

Cyncity: Phew. That went a lot smoother than I thought it would. Now! To find out who I’m facing! Off to the FGA Office!

Cyn runs down the hallway and toward the offices of the head honchos as the scene fades away.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUALIFYING ROUND
Izzy Anders vs. Camellia D. Magna

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifier Match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Charlotte, North Carolina … CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

“Riptide” by Sick Puppies sounds through the speakers in the arena as the crowd here in Chicago Ridge begin to boo. 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 as Cami steps onto the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face – which does nothing to alleviate the booing. She walks down the ramp, constantly looking around, spinning in a circle so as not to miss anything, enjoying the negative reaction 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 opponent, from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia … She is the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, IZZY ANDERS!

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.

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 – as Cami Magna attacks her from behind, knocking Izzy down to the outside!

Kris Cruise: Well that was just uncalled for.

Cami climbs out of the ring and begins to stomp at the prone body if Izzy Anders, using the top of the guard rail for leverage as she works over the rib cage of the Legacy champion. It’s all Izzy can do to cover up here in the early going as Magna places a boot down across the throat, choking the champion out.

Stephy Auger: This is, of course, a non title match. But Cami Magna appears to have come here to fight.

Magna releases the choke and takes a moment to soak in the jeers from the audience. She yells out to the fans “watch what I do to your beloved champion now” before she drags the Canadian back to her feet and she hurls Anders shoulder first into the ring steps. The champion yells out in pain as Magna stalks over to her and stomps at the torso some more. Finally, Anders is rolled back into the ring, followed close behind by Cami Magna as the bell rings to start the contest officially. And Magna with the lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!

Izzy gets the shoulder up at the count of two before Magna sits astride her opponent’s chest, wailing away with hard rights. The referee intervenes at the count of nine, forcing Cami back to her feet as Izzy rolls towards the ropes. A few more stomps find their mark, but Anders makes it back to her feet. Cami applies an arm wrench, dropping an elbow down across the arm, which causes Anders to fall to one knee. Once more the arm is wrenched as Cami brings her opponent towards the center of the ring – but Izzy reverses with an arm wrench of her own, before applying a standing wristlock. She sweeps the legs out from under Cami Magna, dropping the Southern belle to her back but that just allows Cami to apply a headscissors. The wrist lock is released as Magna takes her opponent down to the mat before popping back to her feet.

Kris Cruise: Cami needs to be careful about the technical prowess of Izzy Anders. One wrong move and she can apply a submission move – we saw that at All Star Showdown!

Izzy rolls away, getting back to her feet near the ropes, grimacing slightly at the pain in her ribs and shoulder. Cami can’t help but smirk as the two competitors circle the ring. They lock up collar and elbow and it’s Cami who gains the advantage, going behind with a hammerlock. Izzy quickly counters, applying a hammerlock of her own as Cami fires off a few back elbows. Each one landing flush against the jaw of the Legacy champion before her grip weakens, allowing Cami to counter with a sit out jawbreaker. But, unexpectedly, Cami flips her opponent over and applies a surfboard hold; her foot between the shoulder blades as she pulls up on Izzy’s arms. The referee checks for a submission, but Anders doesn’t know the meaning of the word quit – figuratively speaking.

Stephy Auger: Camellia is targeting those arms, perhaps trying to do to Izzy what the champion herself did to Noelle Smith.

Kris Cruise: Do what to Noelle? She was in fine form last night.

After over twenty seconds, Magna finally releases the submission hold; Anders rubs her shoulders as her opponent saunters around the ring, taunting the crowd further. Magna drags her opponent back to her feet via a handful of hair and tosses her head first into the top turnbuckle. A few high kicks to the chest connect before Cami goes for an Irish whip – but Izzy holds onto the top rope to block it. To no avail, however, as Cami catches her with an elbow smash to the jaw. The Irish whip is completed this time, sending Anders from pillar to post as Cami follows in – right into the raised boot of Izzy Anders!

Cami staggers back a step, but Anders remains in the corner. The redhead charges in again, looking for s shoulder thrust as Anders hoists herself up onto the top rope before rolling through with a sunset flip into the pin!

ONE!
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TWO!

Cami claps her legs around Anders’ head to break the pin before rolling backwards, popping up to her feet. She quickly catches her seated opponent with a dropkick to the face as Izzy rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside. Cami senses her opportunity; she immediately runs against the far ropes, coming back with a baseball slide – NO! Izzy catches Cami by the legs and drags from the ring! The crowd cheer as Magna hits the mats on the outside, but they cheer even louder when she’s slingshotted face first into the steel post!

Kris Cruise: Holy hell, did you see that!?

Stephy Auger: Izzy might have just found a way back into this match, Kris.

Magna falls to the mats, clutching her head as Anders uses the guard rail to regain her vertical base. The referee begins his count-out, but Izzy Anders is taking the chance to catch her breath after an unexpectedly brutal first few minutes. At the count of seven, Izzy rolls her opponent back into the ring, following her in as the count-out is stopped. Cami tries to crawl away, using the ropes to get back to her feet but Izzy is on her. With a handful of hair, Anders drags her opponent back to her feet and lands a European uppercut. Magna stumbles towards the corner as Anders lands another European uppercut. An Irish whip follows, sending Cami from one corner to the other before Izzy runs in with yet another European uppercut! But the Legacy champion runs right back across the ring, before charging with a fourth uppercut! And a fifth! And a sixth before she lets Cami Magna slump down in the corner. The crowd are cheering Izzy on as she charges in one last time with a hang time dropkick! Finally, she rolls Cami out of the corner and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: I thought that might be it right there.

Undeterred, Anders sits her opponent up and applies a rear chinlock. The referee again checks for the submission, but Cami isn’t about to become one of the first people to ever tap out to this hold. Not tonight. The fight back begins; Magna working her way back up to a kneeling position as the hold transitions into a side headlock. A few elbows to the gut before Cami lifts her opponent up for the bck suplex – only to have Izzy flip over and land on her feet. Magna gets back to her feet, but Izzy is ready for her as she starts her Dirty Dancin’ kick combo, finishing with the roundhouse kick! Cami is staggered, but remains standing just long enough for Izzy to take her down with a release dragon suplex!

Stephy Auger: Cami Magna just got folded up like an accordion!

Kris Cruise: She could be in trouble here, Stephy.

Anders drops down and covers with a lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!?

Stephy Auger: No, Cami got her foot on the bottom rope.

Izzy can’t believe it, but the referee points to the foot on the rope as Anders looks on in disbelief. The pause allows Cami the opportunity to roll out under the bottom rope, still clutching her head as she gathers her bearings. The fans are booing again, but she waves them off. The redhead walks around the ring as the referee begins the count-out again, even as Izzy Anders rolls out the ring after her opponent. Cami moves hastily away, but Anders gives chase. Rounding two corners before finally rolling back into the ring, Cami lies in wait as Anders slides in – and immediately gets stomped at.

Anders performs a double leg takedown, trying to a leglock of some kind before Magna manages to push her away with both feet. Both competitors scramble back to their feet again as Izzy lunges forward with a clothesline, and misses! Cami ducks underneath and sets off against the ropes, coming back with a headscissors takedown into the armbar! Anders was caught by surprise as Cami wrenches back on the same shoulder that was sent into the steel steps at the start of the match! The crowd falling silent as Izzy is face down in the center of the ring. The referee checking for the submission as Cami wrenches back again. The fans urging Anders not to give up, but the pain is etched on her face as she looks towards the nearest ropes. Cami Magna wrenches harder, applying more pressure to that shoulder as Izzy’s arm raises, her hand wavering in mid air as … she begins to drag herself closer to the ropes…

Stephy Auger: Are we going to see the submission here?

Kris Cruise: The Legacy champion is in serious trouble right now!

The referee checks again, but Izzy screams “no”; the fans continue chanting her name as she drags the pair of them closer still. Magna lets forth a guttural roar as she applies even more pressure with the armbar. Anders has her hand in the air, wavering as the referee asks her if she quits. Anders screams out in pain as her free arm comes down…

Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

…and grabs hold of the bottom rope! The referee immediately calls for the break.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR…

And finally Cami releases the hold.

Stephy Auger: How did she hold on for that long, Kris?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know, but what damage was done to that arm in that hold?

Magna is furious; she’s telling the referee that her opponent tapped out when she was dragging herself towards the ropes, but the official is having none of it. Still, Magna is in the referee’s face, demanding to know how he didn’t see that – as Anders grabs her opponent from behind with a schoolboy!

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

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

Kris Cruise: The roll up catching Cami Magna by surprise, and Izzy Anders advances through to the Frontier Lions Cup!

Anders rolls out of the ring, collecting her title belt from the timekeeper’s table as a furious Cami Magna stands back up in the ring. The two women lock eyes; Anders raises the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title high above her head as she makes her way around the ring and back up the aisle, clutching her shoulder all the while.

Stephy Auger: It was against the run of the action, but Izzy Anders picks up the victory over the woman who was hoping to one day capture that title belt.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think this one is over just yet, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Not by a long shot.

[Deleted]

The show cuts backstage to where Cyncity is walking around, dressed in a Dom Harter t-shit and a pair of jean shorts, still feeling a high after her encounter with Dan Herrera earlier in the evening. Her pace slows, however, as a frightened looking staffer approaches her.

Cyncity: Whoa! You look like you saw a ghost! There's no ghost behind me is there?!

She sharply turns her head to check for ghosts, but the coast was clear. She spins back around and glances back over at the staffer.

Cyncity: No ghosts! What's the matter then?

Staffer: I…I…

He stammers, unable to find a reasonable response; he instead hands over the iPad that he was carrying at arms length. Cyncity turns it around to face her and is confronted by the smirking face of none other then the ‘Tenacious Little Bastard’ Dom Harter, brought to you courtesy of Facetime.

Dom Harter: Hello, Cindy.

Cyncity: Dom?

She looks around, checking over her shoulder to see if this is a trap of some kind.

Dom Harter: Don’t worry, I’m not in the building. Still a few more days left on this suspension. But I’ve been keeping tabs on things – how you’re running around looking like me, stealing my entrance … going back on yourself when you constantly and repeatedly bring up the Gold Rush Rumble. How you run around calling yourself the Threepeat Killer…

A smirk crosses Cyncity’s face but, on the screen, Dom can be seen to be shaking his head.

Dom Harter: Keep going, Cyn. And I’ll be back sooner than you think to fix this little problem.

Cyncity: And I’ll be right here waiting for you.

She says confidently, before switching off the iPad. She rolls her eyes and hands the iPad back to the staffer, then walks down the hall and out of the picture.

[Deleted]

Far away from the stench of beer and pretzeled bread that fills the auditorium, Johnny Karma is lacing up his boots as he prepares for his Frontier Lions Cup match with Cordy Stevenson, with Cherry Baum sitting next to him - and she seems to be pretty darned distracted, to the point she's barely able to make eye contact with Karma, which isn't helped by the fact his figure-hugging ring gear is barely a few feet from her face

Johnny Karma: So when this show's done, what're you thinking of doing?

Cherry Baum: I'm sure you can think of something good.

Johnny Karma: Well somebody told me there's a club in Chicago where one of the girls that works there is your doppelganger, so since we're in town we probably should check it out to see if there's a grain of truth to it. I mean, wouldn't that be weird, to be sitting with Miss Baum and Twin Cherry?

Cherry Baum: Hmm, I don't know about that. Are you sure this talk of a "doppelganger" wasn't just Cyncity trolling you again?

Johnny Karma: I don't think so...

Cherry Baum: Did you find out about this supposed Other Cherry because someone told you about it on Twitter?

Johnny Karma: Well, yeah...

Cherry Baum: I think we can give that a miss, then.

Karma harrumphs in disappointment

Johnny Karma: Do you have any suggestions, Miss Baum?

Cherry Baum: It's probably too late to do the Ferris Bueller thing at the Art Institute of Chicago, especially since nobody was willing to loan you a 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California, so...how about we go for some of that famous Chicago pizza?

Cherry flashes Karma a kittenish smile as she asks, and has an incredibly hopeful look on her face as she waits for an answer

Johnny Karma: You know what, Miss Baum? That sounds like a remarkably good idea. There's nothing better than a little post-show nosherye, and no doubt I'll have worked up an appetite by the time I'm home and hosed, so to speak. Come to think of it, this place does have showers and not a hose, right?

Cherry doesn't answer Karma's rhetorical question, as she's already beavering away on her smartphone trying to find the best place to go to after the match and, a few taps later, she turns her phone towards Karma

Cherry Baum: Pequods looks nice, and they're open 'til late.

Johnny Karma: Alright, make us a booking for...let's say 11:30.

Cherry Baum: Okay.

Cherry smiles and starts to tap out an e-mail to book a table, which distracts Karma from Spencer Burke, whose just sidled into the locker room for an interview

Spencer Burke: Johnny Karma, can I have a few words?

Rather than calmly turn towards Burke and answer the question, Karma jumps in alarm and looks a bit ruffled

Johnny Karma: What the...oh, Spencer Burke, it's you? I thought you were something a bit more...I don't know, nightmarish and animatronic-y.

Cherry Baum: Still can't get past Night Two?

Johnny Karma: It's that mamzer Bonnie, every single time...

Karma shudders at the thought, as Burke patiently waits for an opportunity to speak

Spencer Burke: So, as I was saying, last night you confronted Tony Carmine, telling him to his face that you'll be taking the Pride Championship from him. I was wondering if you could tell us some more about your thoughts for when you face him in your title match.

Karma looks at Burke, then turns to look at Cherry while rolling his eyes at the obviousness of the question, before turning back to face Burke

Johnny Karma: My thoughts? Hmm...let me think...

Karma places his hand against his chin, then moves a finger over his lips as he pulls his best "I'm thinking really hard" face

Johnny Karma: My first thought is beat him on one fall, and my second thought is to beat him in a second fall, because that's how Pride Rules work and Pride Championships are won. Frankly, Spence, you should know that by now. But you know what else I'm thinking about Tony Carmine? I'm thinking that not only is he going to lie in a pool of his sweat, tears and baby oil as I walk away with the Pride Championship held aloft, but when he's feeling a tad low because I won the title that is rightfully mine, he's then going to see me win the Frontier Lions Cup, which means there's a good chance that I'll be knocking him out of that particular tournament in order to do just that.

Karma pauses, as he thinks of something else that might be relevant

Johnny Karma: This means, if you hadn't figured it out yet, that Cordy Stevenson is also not going to be participating in this year's tournament, which means she won't be winning her qualifying match, and her opponent in said qualifying match is none other than...

Karma points to himself, looking smug

Johnny Karma: Cordy's had her moment in the sun, and it turned out she wasn't using the right sunblock because she got burned, so logically that means it's time for somebody else to challenge for the FWA Championship, because watching the long, drawn-out disappointment of Cordy's head leaving a large smudge on the underside of the glass ceiling, wouldn't it be better for everyone to watch me step into the great glass elevator and hit the button that takes me to the top?

Burke looks like he's about to respond, but Karma cuts him off

Johnny Karma: That's a rhetorical question, Spence, no need to answer what we already know.

Karma then gestures towards the door, shooing Burke out of his locker room so he can get back to his pre-match preparations once again - at which point Cherry spies something in Karma's gym back

Cherry Baum: Wait...is that what I think it is?

Karma looks in the gym bag, and looks towards Cherry

Johnny Karma: Yes it is Miss Baum, and I’ve got a good feeling the crowd’ll appreciate what I’ll be doing with it too.

Before we get to see what the heck Karma and Cherry are talking about, we cut away to ringside for the next match.

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Jimmy Page vs. Evangelista

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.

J. A. Aldridge:The following contest is scheduled for one fall making his way to the ring from FLINT, Michigan….JIMMMY PAGEEEEEEEEE!

Kris Cruise: He doesn’t seem very happy today.

Stephy Auger: Does he ever?!

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. 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 Evangelista to take her place in the ring.

J. A. Aldridge: And his opponent…..

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. Stepping out a few paces behind her is Laurel Anne Hardy, still wearing the tuxedo we saw her in earlier. The women exchange a couple of words, then Evangelista nods and they begin walking to ringside.

J. A. Aldridge: From St. Helens, England…..EVANGELISTAAAAA!

Stephy Auger: As she promised earlier, Hardy accompanying Evangelista for the match. She obviously doesn't trust Jimmy Page one bit.

Kris Cruise: Do you blame her? Since losing the World Championship, Page has been more dangerous than ever.

Hardy climbs onto the apron and in gentlemanly fashion holds the ropes open for her friend. Evangelista smiles and steps through, and Laurel spins in after her. They share a couple more words, Hardy with her hands on Evangelista's shoulders, then close in for a sisterly hug. After that Laurel steps through the ropes again and drops to ringside, while Evangelista takes her corner and starts stretching.

The 2015 Gold Rush Rumble Ironwoman - Evangelista - positioned herself in one upper-right corner of the ring once Jimmy Page’s music came to a halt. The camera slowly zoomed in on the face of Evangelista. The image told a story. The Ironwoman was more than determined to pick up the win tonight over the former FGA World Champion - she was focused. She wanted it badly. Frontier fans all over the Frontier Fieldhouse venue joined together to cheer for the technical wrestling wizard - aiming to give her all of the motivation she needed to pick up a huge victory.

On the other side of the ring you had the brash, aggressive, and stiff former champion Jimmy Page pacing back and forth. Unlike Evangelista, Jimmy seemed rather impatient. As if he expected to get this one over with as soon as possible. After both competitors were searched for any weapons by the referee the official called for the starting bell.

Upon hearing the bell ring the former FGA World Champion went straight for the attack on the Ironwoman grabbing her by wrapping both of his palms around her face. He deadlifted Evangelista a few inches off the ground by her face then tossed her right back into the upper-right turnbuckle. As her back thumbed off the turnbuckle Jimmy delivered a stiff forearm strike to her face to keep Evangelista still! Once Evangelista wasn’t moving much Jimmy pulled his left arm all the way back….

LASH!

Page delivered one of the sickest Knife Edged Chops in a long time to the Gold Rush Ironwoman. Jimmy repositioned himself. Now shooting the elbow forward to the mid-section of Evangelista!

Kris Cruise: The former World Champion’s trying to get major offense in early……..

Stephy Auger: Ugh, that chop will leave a MARK!

Following that initial series of strikes Jimmy pressed his body against Leanne’s while grabbing her right arm. He jumped back away from Evangelista and pulled her as hard as he could Irish Whipping her across the ring. Leanne ran to the south-west turnbuckle and collided with it back first before falling down to the canvas on her stomach - grunting out in pain. The grunts didn’t as much as make Jimmy even think about taking it easy.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy is still very intense…

Jimmy walked over to Evangelista in order to set her back against the turnbuckle one more time. He then back up a few steps. Enough to create some distance between them.

Stephy Auger: He's up to no good here!

The Kick Of The F'N World then ran forward with every ounce of velocity he had. Once he got close enough - he stuck his boot out looking to cave Leanne's stomach in. However, Evangelista danced out of the way! Jimmy went right into the turnbuckle. His leg was hanging right over the second rope! Evangelista turned to Page's back before leaping up in the air - connecting with the Jumping Enzuigiri!

CRACK!

Jimmy fell back - landing on the canvas as the Goldrush Ironwoman scurried over to Page hooking the inner leg. Looking to get the decisive pinfall victory over someone who has been to the top of the mountain before in FGA.....Evangelista wanted to stake her claim as a top player in the company!

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TWO!
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NO!

Jimmy literally pushed Leanne's body off his chest. With her off Page got back to his feet looking to twist things back in his favor!

Kris Cruise: Watch out for......

Jimmy went for a harsh forearm strike that surely could have given anyone a concussion! Evangelista ducked out of the way. She then used her size to her advantage by grabbing the face of Page! She then dropped down to her rear end! The sit out jawbreaker definitely did stun the former champion! Page would kneel forward holding his face in pain! The crowd would cheer this - pumping motivation into the body of the Ironwoman! Hardy joined in clapping the ring apron to get the audience to clap.

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

Clap!

Evangelista then used the time she had to run the ropes! Once she got back around to Jimmy she leaped up looking to drop him with her running two handed bulldog! Right as she put her hands on the back of Page's head he forced his arm back to the stomach of Evangelista lifting her short frame up spinning her in mid-air!

Kris Cruise: The Goldrush Rumble Ironwoman was going for what looked like her two handed bulldog!

WHAM!

Stephy Auger: Yeah but Jimmy's reaping the rewards his sheer aggression brings him. We have to see that again!

A playback had shown Jimmy catching Evangelista and spinning her body in mid-air off the rebound. Then dropping her lower back on his knee! Once the playback ended we saw Jimmy pressing his forearm against the face of the downed Ironwoman - forcing his will. Pressing her shoulders to the canvas as the referee started the count!

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TWO!
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NO!

Evangelista forced the shoulder up! But to what end? Jimmy laid stiff punches onto the forehead of Leanne yelling out “YOU! SHOULDN’T! HAVE! DONE! THAT!” In reference to her showing passion. Enough of it to kick out of such a painful maneuver! Evangelista attempted whatever she could to shield her face as Laurel appeared to be even more worried! Gathering Evangelista back to her feet - Page then held her in place before dropping her once again with with a perfectly executed Exploder Suplex.

He went for the pin again this time grabbing hold of Evangelista’s two legs - stacking her up for the pin!...

ONE!
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TWO!
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NOT YET!

Again! Again Evangelista had kicked out of Jimmy’s attempt to bring this match to a conclusion. All it was doing was making an angry man angrier. Moments later Evangelista was back to a vertical base! Page Irish Whipped her across the ring causing her to bounce her back off the ropes! Once Leanne came back into contact Jimmy attempted a swing - however Evangelista slid right in-between the legs of Page!

Kris Cruise: That’s putting the baseball slide to good use!

She got back to her feet. As Jimmy turned around he was greeted by a high knee! Or at least people assumed he was! Page caught Laurel in mid-air by her knee then tossed her over the back of his head! Assuming she’d land on her neck somewhere! However, Evangelista landed on her feet to the crowd’s amazement then ran the ropes again as Jimmy confidently looked out to the audience. With every thought that Evangelista was a lying heap behind him.

Once he turned around he was finally greeted by the knee! He dropped down to his back! Evangelista then went to the eastern corner of the ring. Stepping out onto the apron she climbed to the top turnbuckle! Once Jimmy got back to his feet Evangelista leaped off nailing him with the missile dropkick!!! She went for the pin attempt of her own…

ONE!
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Stephy Auger: Evangelista can get the upset win here!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!!

Evangelista won! OR would have won if Jimmy’s foot wasn’t on the rope! The audience booed heavily because they assumed their beloved had racked up the huge win. Evangelista got up not willing to give in yet. She went in position behind Jimmy Page waiting for him to get to his knees. She then grabbed him from behind looking for the LIME STREET LOOP! Her famous finish!

Kris Cruise: She’s about to lock it IN!

Before she could effectively sink it in Jimmy spun out of it - while still having hold of Evangelista’s arm! Evangelista snatched her arm then nailed Jimmy with the Battlegrounds Uppercut! Sending him a few steps back. Jimmy’s back hit the ropes as he held his face. A second later he sprung forward spinning around - nailing theBAM!

CONCUSSION! The DEVASTATING ROLLING ELBOW!

Kris Cruise: HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! THE CONCUSSION!

Stephy Auger: It was a good effort by Leanne but this one’s finished guys.

Evangelista was laid out after the fact. Jimmy Page hooked a leg - smirking at the camera which zoomed in on his face.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-KICKOUT?!?!?!

Evangelista had somehow found it within herself to kick out! The audience was shocked, the referee was shocked, Jimmy was shocked, and Evangelista HERSELF might have been a tad bit shocked by this. Jimmy got up - walked right up to the referee’s face asking him what happened. He was sure it was three!

Stephy Auger: OH GOD, Evangelista kicked out of the Concussion!

Kris Cruise: That’s why she was the Goldrush Rumble Ironwoman, Stephy. Evangelista finds a way to survive!

Angrily Jimmy laid a boot into her stomach. Page then bent her forward and held her in powerbomb position! He then lifted her up in the air. The former FGA World Champion positioned himself so that he was facing a turnbuckle! He ran forward looking to do his damage but Evangelista rolled forward behind him - effectively trapping Jimmy in a roll-up pinning predicament….

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

J. A. Aldridge: Here’s your winner by pinfall…...The 2015 Goldush Rumble Ironwoman…..EVANGELISSSSSSSTA

Evangelista won! The bell rang! The audience jumped up out of their seats as Leanne got back to her feet with a big smile on her face after a major win! Laurel got into the ring to show her best friend support giving her a hug as the referee raised her hand!

Stephy Auger: She showed heart!

Kris Cruise: Indeed she did against a very GAME Jimmy Page, picking up the shocking win. One can only see big things for her in the future…..And big things for Jimmy despite his attitude. Great match!

[Deleted]

An ancient television set sits on top of a dresser in a run down motel room. A pair of dusty, dim lamps barely produce enough light for the space. The shot zooms in closer to the television and the screen comes to life. The reception is weak. The picture is distorted as white lines stretch across the screen. A low humming sound can be heard coming from the television as text begins to slowly crawl across the screen:

March 10, 2014

“Huge news coming out of the FGA Headquarters today. Not only has Spike removed all FGA programming from its lineup, but a top FGA grappler has been suspended indefinitely.”

The humming from the television starts getting louder.

“Early this morning, FGA officials and World Champion, Chris Q, met with some top Spike executives at their headquarters in New York. The topic of conversation was Spike's dissatisfaction with the product.”

The text on the screen is now shaking slightly.

“Chris Q began to verbally attack the network officials after some of his on-air actions had been called out. As the conversation between Chris Q and the officials got even more heated, Chris Q struck the Vice President of Programming before storming out.”

The humming sound has turned into a loud buzzing.

“Spike officials deliberated on the future of FGA programming on its network with its President. FGA Officials were then called back in, without Chris Q, and were told that their programming would be removed from their network lineup effective immediately.”

Now the words on the screen start shaking more rapidly.

“After a private meeting with Chris Q this afternoon, FGA officials notified him that he would not only be suspended indefinitely without pay, but he would also be stripped of the FGA World Championship.”

The noise from the buzzing has become deafening and sounds like a speaker is going to blow.

“The story doesn’t end there.”

More white lines appear on the screen, making the text more difficult to read.

“Spike TV hired top-notch attorneys and took Chris Q to court. After spending eight months in prison for assault, Chris Q was released.”

The lamps on the wall are shaking as the sound continues to get louder.

“Now the only question is…”

One of the speakers finally blows. Instead of buzzing, it's now making a loud cracking noise.

“…where is Chris Q today?”

Suddenly, the television shuts off. A quiet laugh can now be heard as the camera slowly begins to turn. The camera shows the edge of a bed. Black shoes and black pants reveal a figure lying on the bed as the camera turns. Finally the camera completes the turn and the picture comes into focus. Sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him is the former three-time FGA World Champion, Chris Q. He’s wearing his familiar black suit and his beard looks as full as ever. Q continues to laugh quietly as he reaches inside his chest pocket, pulling out his trademark sunglasses. He slides the glasses onto his face and rests his head back. He looks directly into the camera and grins in pure satisfaction as the shot cuts to black.

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FRONTIER LIONS CUP QUALIFYING ROUND
Cordy Stevenson vs. Johnny Karma

The lights dim down and take on a purplish hue as a light smoky mist fills the entranceway. The opening riff to Janet Jackson's "If" pierces the air as a shapely silhouette can be seen taking form in the mist.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is a Frontier Lions Cup Qualifier Match and is our MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first, from Freeport, Long Island … CORDELIA STEVENSON!

As the beat drops, the crowd gives a loud pop as Cordelia Stevenson emerges from the mist with a bounce in her step. She comes to a stop atop the walkway, glancing around and taking in the reception before giving the crowd a warm smile. She rolls her neck around before bowing her head and letting her hair fall in front of her face. A few seconds go by before she snaps her head up, whipping her hair back from in front of her face.

She continues on down the ramp, working from side to side with a big smile as she slaps the hands of fans along the way. She gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron, mouthing the words and bouncing to the music as she makes her way around the side, towards the middle. She turns and faces her crowd, stretching her arms out to the side and slightly tilting her head backwards as she soaks in their reaction. She gives them an appreciative nod and blows a kiss at them, before stepping into the ring and making her way over towards the opposite turnbuckle. She quickly hops up and holds her arms out, drawing a reaction from that side of the crowd as well. She unzips her hoodie and tosses it away before hopping down and making her way over to her corner as the music dies down.

Kris Cruise: Two weeks ago, we saw Cordy come up short in her bid to become the FGA World Champion in what some are calling a match of the year contender.

Stephy Auger: Now she’s set to face Johnny Karma to qualify for the Frontier Lions Cup.

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 strolls out into the arena wearing his trademark track jacket along with a not-so-trademark kilt as Cherry Baum walks beside him and applauds, before Karma comes to a stop at the top of the ramp and taps his heart a couple of times before blowing a kiss to the heavens above.

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 to reveal a Hot Rod! t-shirt underneath, and he looks to lead the crowd in a round of applause.

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 Baum: Introducing first, weighing in at a hot to trot, join the dots 233lbs, he hails from Queens NYC...he is here to chew bubblegum and kick ass - and he's all out of bubblegum - he is JOHNNY KARMA!

Karma takes a couple of steps towards the centre of the ring and takes the mic from Cherry

Johnny Karma: Ladies and...

Karma looks at his shirt for a brief second

Johnny Karma: ...legends.

Karma removes his ring jacket, so he's wearing just the shirt and kilt

Johnny Karma: Stop me if this sounds familiar: somebody assumes they've got me figured out and looks past me, but I'm the guy standing victorious at the end of it. Ring any bells? If not, I could give you a couple of names off the top of my head, and Cordy knows one of them real well.

Karma gives Cordy a blatant "If you know what I mean..." look

Johnny Karma: In other words, there's a whole lot of assuming going on here in FWA, but I think we all know what they say about people who assume things. So with that in mind, if Cordy is assuming that a Gold Rush Rumble win means she's going to win the Frontier Lion's Cup, as her opponent in the qualifying round I have one thing to say to her:
YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!

Karma looks to Cordy and shakes his head, mouthing "No you won't", before he removes the shirt and kilt and lays them in the centre of the ring, before he strolls back to his corner

Kris Cruise: What’ll it be, Stephy: will Johnny Karma become the only person to qualify for three Frontier Lions Cups, or will Cordy get the chance to become a two-time winner?

Stephy Auger: Right now, I could not pick. Both of these competitors are fired up for this one, I can’t pick a winner.

The bell sounds to start the match as Cordy paces in a semi circle while her opponent tests the ropes. The crowd here in Chicago firmly behind Cordy, which she acknowledges with a wave before her attention returns to the task at hand. Both competitors circle the ring before coming together, locking up with a collar and elbow tie up. Karma gains the initial advantage, applying a side headlock. Cordy tries to break free from it, but J-K wrenches it tight each time she tries to escape. After the third attempt, Cordy moves back against the ropes, getting some momentum behind her so she’s able to push Karma away and across the ring. The Karmic One hits the ropes and comes back with hard shoulderblock, knocking his opponent down. Karma immediately sets off against the perpendicular ropes as Cordy rolls over onto her front – which only serves to allow Karma to drop an elbow across the small of her back.

Kris Cruise: Never one to follow convention.

Karma gloats to his fans as Cordy picks herself up, holding the bottom of her back as she shakes her head in disappointment. Again, both competitors lock up collar and elbow as Cordy goes behind with a hammerlock submission. She wrenches the arm once before Karma manages to reverse the hold, applying a hammerlock of his own. Looking for a way out, Cordy lowers herself to the mat so that’s she able to roll through her opponent’s legs, popping up behind him with a dropkick to the back! The impact knocks Karma forward and out through the middle rope as the crowd cheer.

On the outside, Cherry rushes over to help The Karmic One get back to his feet as she dusts him off. He looks up at Cordy and shakes his head in disappointment before rolling back into the ring. Once again, both competitors circle the ring before the come together – this time, however, Karma cuts his opponent off with a boot to the gut. Some hard rights have Cordy staggered until she’s backed up against the ropes, whereupon Karma unleashes some knife edge chops to the chest. An Irish whip follows as Cordy is sent running against the ropes, rebounding into a high back body drop!

Kris Cruise: Cordy nearly hit the rafters there!

She lands with a thud, but Karma doesn’t allow his opponent any time to recover. He’s on the case, stomping to try and keep Cordy Stevenson grounded. Karma drives a couple of elbows down across her sternum before going for the cover, a forearm across the face for good measure.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Cordy kicks out.

Stephy Auger: You have to do more than that to put Cordy Stevenson away.

Karma lifts his opponent to a seated position and applies a surfboard submission hold. The crowd booing as he presses the knee against the back of his opponent. A small “lets go Cordy” chant starts up and quickly grows in volume as Stevenson fights through the pain, back to a kneeling position before getting to her feet. But Karma still has hold of her wrists. Cordy rotates, going under the arms of her opponent until she’s able to counter with a boot to the gut. A cheer goes up from the crowd as she lands a forearm shot to the face, then another, and a third that has Karma reeling. She goes back against the ropes for some momentum, coming back with a clothesline that Karma ducks. Cordy hits the ropes again, but Karma catches her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! And the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!

But Cordy kicks out again. Undeterred, Karma gets right back to his feet as he begins his Karmic Stomp, working over each of his opponent’s limbs before rubbing the sole of his boot into Cordy’s face. The crowd boo again as Karma taunts them, before he goes against the ropes, coming back with a jumping kneedrop – NO! Cordy rolls out the way as Karma misses the kneedrop. Both competitors scramble back to their feet, but Cordy strikes first with a basement dropkick to the knee. Karma falls ass over teakettle, but scrambles back to his feet once more, wandering straight into a drop toe hold.

Kris Cruise: She’s going for that knee.

Stephy Auger: It does take away a good portion of his arsenal, and may allow for a submission too.

Cordy keeps hold of the leg, driving the knee down into the mat from a height not once, but twice before letting go. Karma rolls out under the bottom rope, hobbling towards the guard rail as Cordy waits in the ring. A cheer goes up from the crowd in anticipation as Cordy sets off against the far ropes, but she feints a dive as Karma dives out of the way on the outside. Again, the two competitors lock eyes; Karma taps the side of his head as he climbs up the ring steps to re-enter the ring. He’s favoring that knee somewhat, but shakes it off as he approaches his opponent. Cordy evades the grapple, going behind her opponent as she takes Karma down with a belly to back suplex. She makes her way down to the legs once more, flipping Johnny K over before applying a spinning toe hold. Karma tries to kick her away, and on the third kick he succeeds.

Karma stands up once again, only to be met by a toe kick to the midsection. Cordy takes a run up before hitting the spinning neckbreaker, quickly popping back to her feet before performing a moonsault kneedrop, landing across her opponent’s sternum as she makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Karma kicks out. Cordy gets right back up, dragging Karma along for the ride as she sends him towards the corner. A running dropkick connects, causing Karma to stagger out of the corner. Cordy grabs him from behind, setting Karma up for the Russian legsweep, his head bouncing off the middle turnbuckle before Cordy makes another pin attempt.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Kris Cruise: Great resilience here from Johnny Karma.

A glimmer of frustration shining through the cracks of Cordy Stevenson as she once again brings Karma back to a vertical base. She shoves him back into the corner before sending him from pillar to post with an Irish whip, following him in with a handspring back elbow! She’s on a roll now; the adrenaline is surging through the veins as Cordy executes a snapmare takedown before flipping over with a neckbreaker. No pin attempt yet, however, as Cordy stands over her opponent; the fans are chanting her name as she drags Karma back to his feet and positions him for the neckbreaker, grinding sensually away…

Kris Cruise: I love it when she does Deadly Seduction, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: I can’t imagine why…

No! Karma breaks free and soon manages to contort Cordy into the World’s Greatest Abdominal Stretch, buying himself a brief reprieve. Within ten seconds, Cordy reaches the rope as the referee calls for the break.

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR…

Karma releases the abdominal stretch, but follows it up with a hard right hand to the face. Cordy fires one right back. Karma lands a forearm shot. Cordy chops his chest. Karma swings again, but this time it’s ducked and Cordy sets off against the ropes. She throws a lariat, but Karma ducks underneath it this time, and he goes against the ropes himself before both competitors collide in the center of the ring with a double clothesline!

Stephy Auger: What impact there!

Kris Cruise: And they’re down. They better not get counted out, we can’t be having a draw in the main event.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

The referee begins the count out as neither Cordy nor Karma are stirring.

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

Cordy shows signs of life. Karma picks himself up to all fours, crawling towards the ropes as Cordy does the same on the opposite side of the ring.

Stephy Auger: And the match continues.

Cordy is on her feet first as she runs at her opponent – NO! Karma catches her in the center of the ring, a sleeper hold locked in tight! The crowd fall silent as Karma wrenches the hold tight; Cordy’s arms are flailing from side to side as the hold begins to wear her down further. The referee is on hand to check for a submission, but Stevenson insists she won’t submit.

She tries to fight her way out, but her light is fading fast. Karma brings her down to one knee as the eyes start to close. The referee raises the arm once, and it falls. He raises it a second time, and it falls again.

Kris Cruise: Is this it?

The crowd are deathly silent as the referee raises the arm a third time, and – it stays up! The clenched fist shaking in the air as Cordy pushes herself back to her feet. Firing off an elbow to the gut. Then another. A third one forces Karma to break the sleeper hold as Cordy sets off against the ropes – Check Your Chicklets! Out of nowhere, Karma levels Cordy with his super kick as both competitors fall to the mat once more. J-K drapes an arm across the chest.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOOO!

Kris Cruise: How did she kick out of that?!

A collective sigh is breathed by the crowd as Karma looks up at the referee in despair, running his hands through his hair as the official assure him it was only a two count.

Stephy Auger: Karma can’t believe it, these fans can’t believe it. And I certainly can’t believe it!

With the frustration growing, Karma lifts his opponent back to her feet again and he hurls Cordy towards the corner. She hits the turnbuckle with a thud as Karma follows her in with a running clothesline. The impact is enough to cause Cordy to slump to a seated position in the corner as Johnny Karma steps out onto the apron. He slingshots in over the top rope and delivers a dropkick to the face of Cordy Stevenson, before dragging her towards the center of the ring. He sets Cordy in position with a standing headscissors and every fan knows what’s coming next…

Kris Cruise: Is Cordy about to become Dazed and Confused and All Messed Up?

…NO! Cordy sweeps the legs out of desperation, sending J-K crashing to the mat. She grabs at the sore leg, but Karma kicks her away with his free leg. Cordy staggers away as Karma gets back to his feet, just in time to see Cordy springboard off the middle rope with The Beautiful Nightmare out of nowhere! Karma goes down in slow motion as Cordy begins to crawl over.

Stephy Auger: This could be it!

She’s about to make the cover when, suddenly, Cherry Baum jumps up onto the apron. The referee’s attention is drawn to Cherry, demanding she get down from off the apron as Cordy is trying to make the cover on Johnny Karma. The crowd are urging the referee to turn around, and he eventually listens to them. He drops down to make the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NOOOO!

Karma gets the shoulder up at the last possible second, and Cordy can’t believe it. She crawls towards the ropes, glaring out at Cherry on the outside who backs away. Karma manages to push himself back to a vertical base in the center of the ring. Cordy lunges towards him with a lariat, but Karma ducks, grabbing hold of Cordy’s wrist. He applies a wrist lock, bringing her in for Hard Times, but Cordy counters with a toe kick before performing The Allure! Karma’s head bounces off the mat as Cordy 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, CORDY STEVENSON!

Cherry Baum looks distraught on the outside, but the fans are cheering like crazy as the referee helps Cordy get back to her feet, raising her arm in victory.

Kris Cruise: She did it, Cordy Stevenson has qualified for a chance to become a two-time Frontier Lions Cup winner.

Stephy Auger: Credit to Johnny Karma, he pushed her to her limit, but Cordy pulled off the win at the last second there. She’ll join Kurosawa Chavez, Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine, Noelle Smith, Fujiko Mine, Izzy Anders and either Sean Sands or Luke Jackson in the tournament to be held next month at Above & Beyond IV!

Kris Cruise: Absolutely, but before we finish, Stephy, what did you make about that Chris Q sighting?

Stephy Auger: That certainly seems interesting, but that’s all we have time for tonight, good night!

[Fade out.]

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Saturday, September 19

Matthews Arena

Boston, MA
LIVE on PAY-PER-VIEW