PRIDE S04E01

[FGA Office]

S04E01
12.02.15

Ziggy's

Winston-Salem, NC

A blaring horn pierces through the arena signifying the start of “Forever” by Drake as well as the arrival of Triple T. He steps out onto the state with a serious look on his face, trying to hold his head high. The T-Unit begins to chant “TRIPLE T, TRIPLE T” which causes him to smile a bit as he makes his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and once inside the ring asks for a mic. Soon the music dies down but the fans still continue to chant. The applauds and chants finally become too much for Tillman who begins to wave off the fans trying to get them to stop. Eventually they do and T lifts the mic to his mouth.

TRIPLE T: As much as I appreciate the love guys. I planned on coming here tonight with about 10 extra pounds of hardware over my shoulder but such is not the case. And for that T-Unit…I’m sorry.

T lowers the mic and shakes his head when suddenly the fans start to chant “Don’t be sorry” followed by a series of claps. T chuckles and begins to speak again.

TRIPLE T: Ok, ok settle down. I wanted to come out here tonight and tell you guys that I appreciate the emails, the tweets, all of it. You remind me that I’m down but not out. And that…

Suddenly Cherry Waves hits and out from the back comes the APEX Champion Nest. Nest comes out to a mixed reaction of cheers and boos from the loyal T-Unit. The Apex Champion doesn't look to the crowd, instead stands on top of the stage, glaring down at Triple T.

NEST: Terrence...Triple T my main man.

Nest smiles as he adjusts the title over his shoulders.

NEST: You have nothing. I truly mean nothing to be ashamed of. At 3rd Strike you may not have won the title, but we did what we promised all of these fans we would. For one, we stole the goddamn show. I'll tell you that. Not only that, but we kept the PRIDE of the Lion's Den away from Hana Song.

The crowd starts to boo at the mention of Song as Nest briefly looks out to the people before turning his attention back to the ring.

NEST: There's absolutely no need for you to be out here, trying to justify anything to these people. I mean no disrespect by that, of course. You no longer have anything to prove to anyone, including me. Week after week, whether your hand is raised or it isn't, you come in with a smile and leave with one. Dude you bust your ass around here, and everyone knows that. Let's not forget the fact that you kicked off FGA's Four Year Anniversary Show Skyfalling the daylights out of Johnny Shift. No it wasn't on the network but the internet was buzzing and that seems to be one of the only things that matters...so there you have it.

Nest strokes his beard.

NEST: Point is, I'm going to fulfill the promise I made to you because I'm a man of my word. You deserve a chance to hold this Apex Championship without the interruptions of any snakes, princesses, butchers or even germans. I'm giving you one last chance to face me because there's no other viable contenders with the heart and drive that you have.

The crowd erupts in cheers. Triple T nods with a smile on his face.

TRIPLE T: Nest...I appreciate it man. And I appreciate the opportunity. And congratulations on the win. You my friend are a true champion and a true warrior. But the fact remains if I'm going to say that I want to be the best then I have to beat the best...and right now...that my man is you. So you and me one on one the way it was suppose to be...the way it should be...the way it has to be. The two biggest names in the company tearing the house down yet again. Holla at ya boy!

With that the two men shake hands in the center of the ring to the roar of the fans in attendance. They soon turn to the crowd hyping them up before leaving the ring together.

((FADE OUT))

[FGA Office]

Butcher started the match aggressively; after a collar and elbow tie-up, he backed his opponent into the corner with a series of forearm shots to the face. Bukowski tried to cover up, but spent the best part of two minutes getting peppered with various strikes, ranging from thrusting shoulders to knee lifts to the midsection, along with some Irish whips to send him from one corner to the other.

Butcher tried to finish the match early on, hitting his Sleight of Hand in the third minute, but Bukowski kicked out at two.

The fans seemed to be getting behind Butcher as he paced around the ring; his frustration after the recent Old North Battle Royal shining through as he unleashed his anger on the unwitting Bukowski. The former bare knuckle boxer turned suplex machine as he tossed his opponent around with snap suplexes, double wrist clutch suplexes, and finally a brainbuster. He almost went for a pin, but Butcher decided it wasn’t enough.

Bukowski staggered back to his feet and immediately got caught by a discus Northern Lariat. Butcher covered for the three count in the seventh minute.

Winner: Butcher

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where The Crimson Baroness is stood in front of a Lions Den logo; she’s ready dressed in her ring attire ahead of her match later tonight, and is spinning her cane around in one hand before slamming it down against the palm of her left hand.

The Crimson Baroness: What a difference a day makes…

She sings the line, before looking up towards the camera with a smirk on her face.

The Crimson Baroness: It’s always sad to see people leave the Lions Den; for whatever reason, if they can’t cut it with the rest of us, if they change their mind about following in the footsteps of those who have blazed the trail for us. Or if they need a bit of time away to get their head on straight after some…unfortunate luck.

The Baroness pauses, shaking her head from side to side.

The Crimson Baroness: But the truly unfortunate are those who are left behind. In this case, that’s you, Brat. Two weeks ago at 3rd Strike you managed to pull off the upset – you lucked out when Donnie managed to get the pin for your team. But we sorted that, my boys and I, when we left the three of you battered and beaten in the ring.

The Crimson Baroness: And now…now you don’t have the skirts to hide behind. Your friends, your allies, your back-up; they’ve deserted you, left you to fend for yourself. But you’re a popular girl, you can find some new friends to fight this battle for you, right? Someone to help you vanquish the wicked witch…

She pauses again.

The Crimson Baroness: Until then you’re on your own, Brat. And I’m not finished with you yet. Not by a long, long way. I’ve proved that I can physically dominate you, and while that was fun, I’m going to switch my approach. Steel yourself, Brat, because in two weeks time, the fun begins…

The Baroness cackles in delight as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

The match started with a collar and elbow tie up, and Keegan immediately overpowered his opponent. He pushed Keaton back against the ropes as the referee called for a break. As Hightower stepped back, he just came right back with some stiff chops to the chest. An Irish whips ensued as Hightower lowered his head for a back body drop. It was easily scouted, however, and Keaton got in some early offense with a boot to the face.

As the match entered the third minute, Keaton was still in control. He tried to slow the match down, using rest holds to keep Keegan grounded. But Hightower fought back and countered a side headlock with an atomic drop. He then leveled Aric Keaton with a superman punch, which earned him a two count.

From there Keaton never really got back into it. Hightower channelled his anger after his recent disappointment from 3rd Strike; the veteran used his technical proficiency to keep the upper hand, using a combination of backbreakers, kneebreakers, and a reverse suplex to wear Keaton down. The crowd rallied around Keaton, trying to urge him to carry on, but Hightower took his opponent to the top rope for The Makeover in the eighth minute. A hook of the leg got him a three count.

Winner: Keegan Hightower

[FGA Office]

Tony Allen: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome your first ever LDFC Old North Champion ... Skylar Cloud!!!

"Titanium" begins to play, signaling Skylar's arrival, and the crowd at Ziggy's immediately lets their displeasure be known.

Geoff Penzer: Here comes the woman many feel stole the battle royal to become the inaugural Old North Champion. She ... what is she wearing?

(His question is prompted as she emerges, beaming ear to ear, whilst clad in a full blown rastafarian getup. A few seconds later, a pair of Ziggy's staffers follow behind her, carrying what appears to be some kind of covered up dais. She makes her way down to the ring, forcing fans to slap her hands. After she walks up the ring steps onto the apron, she waits for the workers to follow suit. A few seconds pass before she clears her throat, and raps her foot against the apron. With a sigh, one of the employees lets go of the dais with one hand so he can hold the ring ropes open. She steps in between, into the ring, before smiling once more and mouthing "bless your heart". Skylar takes the center of the ring, soaking in the reaction while letting her help struggle to safely maneuver their cargo over the ropes. They set it down as she reaches for a microphone, then shoos them away, before reconsidering and telling them to stay in case she receives any rude interruptions. Her music fades out, and she exclaims.)

Skylar Cloud: Hey everyone! It's sure been, um, a show so far tonight. Now who's ready to Reach for the Skylar!

She's greeted with a chorus of boos, with the only cheers coming from a small section of planted small time actors she hired from the local community players.

Skylar Cloud: Super! You'll have to excuse the get up by the way, but the show is at Ziggy's after all! So I figured who better to pay tribute to this venue's long history of supporting Reggae than the most inspirational, shimmering beacon of light on the roster! I ...

She stops in mid thought as the boos intensify, and forces a smile as she tries to mask her displeasure.

Skylar Cloud: Guys, guys, please! Jamaican me crazy!

That awful pun only makes the jeers continue, so she simply decides to start speaking louder.

Skylar Cloud: AS I WAS SAYING!!! I did something two weeks ago that showed just what you can accomplish when you Reach for the Skylar! Not only did I keep my word, and become the first ever Old North Champion? I had to dig in deep, and overcome incredible adversity that would have made a lesser competitor, nay a lesser human being, crumble! There's been a false narrative put out there by a vocal uninformed minority that I somehow let somebody else do all the work for me. But let me help you understand the reality of the situation. Was I out of the picture for a while? Absolutely, but why was that?

The Old North Champion pauses for dramatic effect, cocking her head slightly.

Skylar Cloud: It was because literally every other competitor in the match ganged up on me at the beginning! They took the wrestler that they all recognized was the biggest threat, whether they wanted to admit it or not, and tried to take me out of the equation! It was the equivalent of a fighter coming off the canvas to score a knock out when they're behind on the scorecards! I showed amazing heart, amazing resiliency, while they sealed their own fate through their choices. When I offered them the chance to Reach for the Skylar, like I've done so many other times, they rejected it. They decided to gang up on what they didn't understand like an angry mob, and all made the mistake of thinking they could just discard me like garbage, as if I would just go away.

She shakes her head.

Skylar Cloud: Maybe if they had bought into The Skylar Systemic, they would be Champion now! But no, they showed their mental shortcoming, I showed the spirit of a mighty lion, and it became perfectly clear why I was the only piece of Championship material in that ring! And guess what? I'm the Champion now, you all have no choice but to listen to me, because I represent the entire Northern Hemisphere, and anything that contains the words "Old" or "North!" That's right, and like the true leader I am, I'm going to live up to my pre-match words! I said whoever won this needed to mold the title in their image, so I've done just that! While the belt they made for me was nice and all, I used some of my hard earned money from inspiring the masses to make a few slight improvements. Ladies and gentleman, the new and improved Old North Championship!

The cloth covering the dais is whisked away, revealing that the Championship belt now has a spinner plate with an image of Skylar's beaming face- the words #Reach4TheSkylar airbrushed on- attached to it, as well as miniplates reading #PMS and #TSS. She proudly holds the belt aloft, as people unleash their vitriol at what they see as a mockery of the title.

Skylar Cloud: Look at it! It's beautiful, and it's going to be all mine for as long as I want it! This is the face of the new generation, this is the face of all you should aspire to be! And I won't stop until I've beaten the positivity into every single last one of you! This all could have gone so much smoother, but now you're all going to have to learn the hard way ...

Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and exhales.

Skylar Cloud: .. to Reach for the Skylar!!!

("Titanium" plays once more, as she proudly displays the title to everyone in attendance before making her leave, badly singing along to her music. After she's exited the ring, the Ziggy's employees clear out the props she's left behind.)

Geoff Penzer: I think everyone knew Skylar Cloud would be obnoxious if she somehow walked out as Champion, but that was another level. There's got to be a locker room full of wrestlers who can't wait to get their hands on her.

[FGA Office]

Tony Allen: Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia! Weighing in at 121 pounds … BECKY!

The lights turn pink as Taylor Swift's "Bad Blood" plays over the sound system, and after a few seconds Becky steps out through the curtain giddy and smiling. She holds up a fist in the air, before moving quickly to the fans and slapping a few hands. But then as if she realized something, she refocuses and charges up the ring steps. After ducking into the ring, she hits the opposite side of ropes and bounces back before moving to the corner, stretching out against the turnbuckle.

Tony Allen: And her opponent, from Sydney, Australia! Weighing in at 137 pounds … MERCY WILLIAMS!

The energetic dance beats of Emergency (Lexxmatiq Remix) plays over the speakers. Mercy Williams appears at the stage when the extended "oooooh" and the vocals kicks in of the song. Mercy walks down the ramp syncing her movements to the beat of her entrance theme with a smile brightening up her face. Mercy climbs up to the apron and spins around on her right knee down and her left leg bent and and gets her feet pointing her right arm up to the fans. Mercy ducks under the top rope to climb into the ring and points towards the fans once again.

Geoff Penzer: Two weeks ago Mercy Williams had an impressive performance in the Old North Battle Royal, but ultimately came up short. Her opponent Becky was the first one eliminated in that match – some might say this may determine a future contender for Skylar Cloud and that Old North Championship. All I know for sure is we’re sure to witness a competitive match tonight.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring. Dual chants for both Becky and Mercy sounds out from small sections of the crowd as the two of them lock up collar and elbow. Mercy uses her size advantage to grab Becky in a headlock. The youngster struggles to escape as Mercy wrenches the hold in tighter, but with a bounce against the ropes, Becky is able to push Williams away. Mercy hits the far ropes and comes back with a shoulderblock, knocking Becky down.

Geoff Penzer: Mercy Williams has the size and strength advantage, that’s for sure. But don’t count Becky out too easily.

Mercy runs against the perpendicular ropes as Becky flips onto her front. A quick hop over and Mercy hits the ropes again, this time ducking under a leap frogging Becky. Williams hits the ropes again, walking right into a hip toss! Williams hits the mat and pops up to her feet, clutching at her lower back as Becky leaps up for the dropkick!

This time Mercy is sent rolling towards the ropes. She uses them to get back to her feet as Becky charges in, only to get caught with a back body drop. She manages to hold onto the top rope, using it to land on the apron. But Mercy notices this and spins around, throwing a forearm shot to the face. Becky keeps hold of the top rope. Mercy Williams reaches over and grabs her opponent with a suplex, bringing Becky in the hard way before she floats over for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Becky kicks out.

Mercy sits her opponent up and applies a rear chinlock. The referee checks for a submission, but Becky won’t quit that easily. She manages to fight back, working her way up to her knees. The chinlock transitions into a side headlock as Becky fires off some elbows to the gut. The hold breaks and Becky runs against the ropes, only to get caught by a knee lift to the midsection. She falls ass over teakettle, landing back first on the mat before Mercy drags her back to her feet. An Irish whip sends Becky to the corner as Mercy follows her in with a running clothesline.

Geoff Penzer: Mercy heading to the middle rope here.

Indeed she is. Williams climbs up and begins the ten punch combo; the crowd count along with each punch. Mercy climbs down after the ninth punch and goes for another Irish whip. Becky is sent from pillar to post and, again, Mercy charges in after her – straight into a boot to the face! Williams staggers back a few steps as Becky runs at her, leaping up with a headscissors takedown! The crowd pop as both competitors slowly get back to their feet. Mercy goes on the offensive, lunging forward with a clothesline – NO! Becky ducks underneath the arm and counters with a Pele kick! Mercy is out on her feet as she’s rolled up with a schoolboy!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Mercy kicks out!

Becky gets back to her feet first; she paces around the ring trying to rally the crowd as Mercy slowly gets back up in the center of the squared circle. A cheer goes up as Becky hits a couple of European uppercuts, forcing Mercy back against the ropes. An Irish whip attempt sends the Australian running across the ring, coming back into the waiting arms of Becky and a poorly executed overhead belly-to-belly!

Geoff Penzer: Becky sending her opponent overhead with a belly to belly suplex! What can she do from here?

Fortunately Mercy landed on her back, but Becky doesn’t look all that pleased with herself. She shakes it off and lifts her opponent back to her feet once again. Becky grabs her opponent in a three quarter facelock and poses for the crowd, drawing a small cheer as she leaps up with a standing shiranui! She hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Becky looks shocked, but the referee assures her it was just a two count. Undeterred, the youngster drags Mercy back to her feet once more. An Irish whip sends the Australian running towards the corner; she hits the turnbuckle hard as Becky remains on the far side of the ring. After a moment Becky charges in, nailing Williams with a Yakuza kick!

Geoff Penzer: The Fight Song by Becky! This one could be over right here.

Mercy Williams staggers out of the corner; she’s dazed and confused, and Becky is waiting for her. The youngster sneaks behind her opponent, and lifts Mercy up for the blue thunder bomb – NO! She drops Mercy early, not getting the full rotation on the move; the fans don’t notice all that much, but Becky looks visibly flustered as she looks to the corner. She steps out onto the apron and scales the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope, whereupon she steadies herself. Becky leaps off with a double foot stomp – NO!

Geoff Penzer: The Basket Toss misses!

Mercy rolls out of the way as Becky hits nothing but canvas. She rolls through, though, getting back to her feet before Williams does. Becky runs at her opponent with a clothesline, but Mercy ducks underneath, grabbing the arm as she brings Becky in close for the double knee armbreaker!

Williams is beginning to get her second wind as she forces herself back to a vertical base. Becky is holding her shoulder as she stands up with her back to her opponent, allowing Mercy the chance to hit a bulldog! She rolls Becky over.

ONE!
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THR-NOO!

Mercy can’t quite believe it, but she gets back to her feet regardless. The fans are on the edge of their seat as they watch Williams lift Becky back to her feet again. A quick toe kick doubles Becky over as Williams grabs her around the midsection, lifting the youngster up for a gutwrench powerbomb! And the cover!

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TWO!
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THREE!!!

Tony Allen: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, MERCY WILLIAMS!

The bell sounds as Mercy gets back to her feet so the referee can raise her arm in triumph. The Australian looks delighted with the victory as the crowd cheer her on.

Geoff Penzer: A big win for Mercy Williams tonight, and coupled with her performance in the Old North battle royal at the Supercard, her star appears to be on the rise here in LDFC.

[FGA Office]

We cut to somewhere behind the curtain where Kellen Klein, Heather, and his re-placement Heather that isn't named Heather, Abby, watch the ending of the previous match on a small monitor. Abby, with blood shot eyes, sighs at this, catching Kellen's attention.

Abby: I cannot believe you are going to put up with that.

Kellen looks closer at the television, trying to figure out what in the world she is talking about.

Kellen Klein: Put up with what? That was a good match.

Abby: Yes, but that Mercy Williams girl is being super disrespectful to you.

Again, Klein tries to take a closer look at the monitor to figure out what in the hell his re-placement Heather is even talking about.

Kellen Klein: Dude, I so beat her and then eliminated her. I have proven that she is lacking as a performer time and again. I have moved on and honestly, she has been improving.

Abby: I cannot believe you are not seeing what in a slap in a face her even competing is to you. Did or did you not explain to her why she did not belong in this profession?

Kellen Klein: Yes, but I think maybe she misunderstood …

Abby: And as you said, you have proven her wrong every step of the way, right?

Kellen Klein: Yes...

Abby: Then who does she think she is marching her ass out there, continuing to do something she is bad at?

He shrugs at this, maybe not understanding the point she is trying to make.

Kellen Klein: The girl is a fighter, you have to …

Abby: No, no you don't, dude. What is even worse is that she is continuing with her “I am who I am, who are you to judge me” bullshit ...villainizing you in the process. Mercy is trying to victimize herself merely because you were the only one who was willing to be honest to her. What she should be doing is quitting or taking your advice. Anything else is her shitting on you. Are you going to put up with that?

Klein was silent for a moment. He looked at Mercy Williams on the monitor and then at Abby. He considered what she was saying and a smug look appeared on his face.

Kellen Klein: I don't know, but, damn, that is incredibly rude. Let me worry about the Old North title right now, but I will get back to her.

Klein walked off with both Heather and the pot smoking pot stirring, Abby, in tow.

[FGA Office]

We transition to another part of the backstage area, where Jensen Banks and Emily Carter are seen talking to one another. The audio picks them up in mid conversation Even though Emily’s arm is out of the sling, she’s still heavily favoring it..

Emily Carter: … yeah, I think I overexerted myself during rehab. I probably shouldn’t have been pushing myself so hard, especially after everything that happened at the end of 3rd Strike. But I miss being in the ring, you know? I just want to be back out there.

Jensen nods.

Jensen Banks: Yeah, I understand. You got a passion for wrestling and you wanted to get back to it. No one could blame you for that. You think you'll be good to go soon though?

Emily nods

Emily Carter: Yeah, I think I should be ready to go in a few more days. I hate being on the sidelines like this. From the first day I was invited into Lion’s Den, I never missed a week’s training until now. Once this arm is finally healed, I’m going to try and kill it in training.

Banks chuckles before pointing to her injured arm

Jensen Banks: Careful though. Last thing anyone needs, especially you, is to come back too early. Might wanna avoid clotheslines with that arm for the time being.

The Brooklyn native smiles as he then leans up against the wall, letting out a low whistle.

Jensen Banks: I will say this. I do not envy the person who has the task of facing you when you come back. You're gonna give em hell and then some.

Emily smirks as she nods enthusiastically

Emily Carter: Speaking of giving people hell, are you ready for “The Black Adder” tonight? I hear she’s got quite the bite.

Jensen Banks: Nah, not worried at all. If this was like some kind of thing about intellect I would be, but when it comes down to it, she's eating a Bank Shot tonight. She can act like tonight’s gonna be light work, but that attitude cost her the Apex strap too.

Emily Carter: Just make sure you avoid her mist. I wouldn’t want to see her spitting her venom in that pretty face of yours.

Banks raises an eyebrow as he hears his friend call him “pretty” before he shakes his head and rubs his chin.

Jensen Banks: I think I’ll be alright, to be quite honest. Unless she tries to bore me to sleep and then pins me, I think she’s going to be walking out tonight with another loss. Here’s hoping she throws a fit so I can post that shit on Instagram.

LDFC Interviewer Jessie Pederson appears in the frame with Emily and Jensen

Jessie Pederson: Emily! Emily! I’m glad I was able to find you.

Emily Carter: What’s up, Jessie?

Jessie Pederson: I wanted to give you the good news.

Emily gives her an inquisitive look.

Emily Carter:Good news? Um… okay.

Jessie Pederson: On the next Pride show, there’s going to be a Carolina Cup Match! And guess what? The person that’s representing LDFC… is you!

Emily’s eyes widen with disbelief.

Emily Carter: Me?! Really?! What about Terrence Tillman or even Nest? I… I don’t know what to say? I guess I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. But… wow, just wow.

Banks grins and looks over at Emily, giving her a quick one arm hug before turning his attention back to Jessie.

Jensen Banks: That’s awesome news, Jessie. So, who’s the unlucky one that has to go up against her on the next Pride? I bet they are not happy about having to fight you, Em.

Jessie Pederson: Yeah… about that…

Emily Carter: What’s wrong, Jessie?

Jessie Pederson: The person that’s facing Emily is someone that you know. In fact, Jensen, it’s someone that you know very well. In two weeks, the person that’s challenging Emily for the Carolina Cup… is Kenna Kingsley.

Emily brings her hands to her mouth as she can’t believe what she’s just heard. Jensen clenches his jaw, realizing that one of his friends would be fighting his tag team partner/”girlfriend”. Banks goes back to leaning up against the wall before he musters up a smirk as he looks at Carter.

Jensen Banks: Well, it won’t be a complete ass whooping but I know that it’s going to be a hell of a fight between you two. You both are gonna do extremely well. I just know it.

Jessie then clears her throat, getting a sigh out of Jensen.

Jensen Banks: There’s one other thing, isn’t there?

The LDFC interviewer and social media ambassador reluctantly nods her head before she points at Banks.

Jessie Pederson: Yeah. You’re gonna be on commentary for that match next Pride.

Banks lets out another sigh before Jessie walks off, mouthing the word “sorry” before she exited the shot, leaving Jensen and Emily alone again.

Jensen Banks: Well...shit. I guess next Pride should be pretty interesting.

Emily Carter: … yeah.

Emily lets out a defeated sigh. She then walks away, clearly dejected from the double whammy she just received from Jessie. Jensen attempts to go after her, but stops himself, knowing he can’t really say anything to her to make her feel better at this time. Sighing once again, Jensen heads in the opposite direction as we cut elsewhere.

[FGA Office]

The match starts with the two men shaking hands, followed by a series of lock ups with neither man being able to gain the advantage over the other. The two then go for one more lock up. This time, Bronco gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Tillman shoves Bronco off of him and into the ropes. When Bronco returns, Tillman knocks him down with a dropsault for two.

Tillman brings Bronco down with a side headlock takeover. After shifting around on the canvas, Bronco reverses into a leg scissors headlock. But Tillman’s able to escape via kip up. Once Bronco gets back to his feet, he brings Tillman down with a side headlock takeover. After shifting around on the canvas, Tillman’s able to reverse into a leg scissors headlock. But Bronco escape’s via kip. He then takes off into the ropes as Tillman returns to his feet. When Bronco comes back, he knocks down Tillman with a running shoulderblock. He then turns away from Tillman and goes for a standing moonsault. Tillman rolls out of the way. But Bronco lands on his feet and is able to catch Tillman with a standing SSP for two.

At the five minute mark, Bronco goes for a vertical suplex. But Tillman slips down from behind. He then delivers a German Suplex. But Bronco flips over him, lands on his feet, then turns and heads off into the ropes. When Bronco returns, Tillman knocks him down with a spinning heel kick for two. A vertical suplex gets two. Tillman then tries for a brainbuster, but Bronco slips down from behind and shoves Tillman into the ropes. When Tillman goes comes, Bronco goes for a fireman’s carry lift into an Ace Cutter. But after repeated elbows to the head, Tillman slips down from behind, grabs Bronco and delivers a Tiger Suplex for two.

Tillman takes Bronco and goes for an irish whip. But Bronco reverses and sends Tillman into the corner. Bronco rushes into the corner, but Tillman catches him with an elbow. He then follows up with a Tornado DDT for two.

At the ten minute mark, Tillman sets up Bronco for a German Suplex. But Bronco frees himself with two elbows to the face and follows up with a Pele Kick. As Tillman tries to get up off the canvas, Bronco hits him with a Shining Wizard for two. A spinning heel kick gets two. A hurricanrana gets two. And after Tillman fights him off, Bronco counters a discus elbow smash with a backdrop driver for two.

Bronco goes for an irish whip. But Tillman reverses, sending Bronco into the corner. Tillman goes for a Corner Splash. Bronco’s able to move out of the way. But instead of crashing into the corner, Tillman lands safely on the ropes. When Bronco turns around, Tillman backflips off the ropes and takes Bronco down with the DDTripleT for two. Tillman goes for an irish whip, but Bronco counters with a lariat. He then goes to lift up Tillman for a brainbuster. But Tillman knees him in the head on the way up and quickly follows up with Pride Before The Fall. After dragging Bronco into position, Tillman scales the turnbuckles, flips off from the top and crashes down on top of Bronco with the Skyfall for the one, two, three.

Winner: Terrence Tillman

[FGA Office]

The camera turns on in the back as a disheartened Becky sits on a stool with a towel over her head. She sighs, reaching down to begin unlacing her boots as the light tapping of knuckles accompanies a voice from the doorway.

Voice: That looks suspiciously like something that is certainly not a smile!

She looks up, and for a short moment a smile does cross her expression but it quickly fades. The voice belongs to Mason Mannion, her fellow trainee at Rex Evan’s Brute Camp.

Becky: Not much to smile about after that. I’m glad you came though!

Mason sighs, walking into the room with a broad smile and arms expectantly extended.

Mason Manion: I’m glad I did too, because I can totally tell you where everything went to hell out there! I mean, everything is so crisp, you just need to take a second and try to take your head out of your… perfectly shaped a--

Rex Evans: Alright, that’s enough.

Becky’s eyes light up, but again it disappears quickly as she pushes herself to her feet. Rex Evans walks into the room past Mason, patting her on the shoulder.

Rex Evans: You looked good out there, kid. It’s just… Experience. Everything else will come with time, experience is what you need, and that’s what you’re getting.

He turns slightly, casting a glance at Mason.

Rex Evans: Think maybe it’s time you get some too.

Becky smirks, sitting back down to finish unlacing her boots as she stares up at Mason.

Becky: Yeah, I don’t know what you’re waiting for. I didn’t even know what wrestling was six months ago and I’m out here. Haven’t you been right next to the business like your whole liiiife?

Her eyes slant a little bit as she teases him, but his cheeks grow red. He casts a gaze downward for a moment and shrugs… though, almost forcefully, the boastful, confident smile returns to his face.

Mason Mannion: If Becky can do it without breaking her neck-- or someone’s neck-- then it can’t be too much of a struggle to get back in there, right? I mean, I’ve wrestled a couple matches before… I got this. Got this.

Rex hides a bit of a smile, hitting Mason on the back of his shoulder a little harder than he probably needed to.

Rex Evans: That’s the spirit. I’ll go talk to Bond about getting you a similar training deal. Wheels up in two hours, I’ll meet you guys at the jet.

He points at Becky as he backs out of the room, giving her a nod with a specific look on his face. She nods back with a soft smile, but looks at the ground in defeat again, before looking back up at Mason.

Becky: Do you really mean it? Are you going to come wrestle here?

Mason turns back to look at her after Rex disappears, giving her a nod.

Mason Mannion: Heh. Where do I sign, right?

[FGA Office]

This episode of LDFC Pride cuts backstage where the recently rejuvenated Prince MacRear is seen dressed in a thick mink coat, pants that had zebra print designs on them, and Uggz for men on his feet. In his hand was a mirror that he holds up to his face to stare at his reflection.

Prince MacRear: Hm…

He continues to check himself out, then licks the tip of his index and pinky finger before he slides them across his eyebrows.

Prince MacRear: Mirror mirror in my hand… who’s prettier than any member of a boy band?!

Chuckling to himself, he mouths ‘muah’ as he continues to stare at his reflection.

Prince MacRear: You’re so gosh darn adorable, Prince! It’s no wonder so many people are jealous of you! I’d be jealous of you too!

He laughs as he sets the mirror down on the equipment crate next to him.

Prince MacRear: BUT LUCKILY FOR ME I AM ME AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE… ME!

He pulls his hater blockers - also known as sunglasses - down to his nose and begins strutting down the hallway as if it were a catwalk.

Prince MacRear: UGH! WHY AM I EVEN HERE?! I’M NOT BOOKED FOR THIS SHOW, AND MOTHER NEEDS ME BACK AT THE SALON!

A chuckle is heard from outside of the shot. MacRear stops in his tracks before he looks over to the person that was heard chuckling. Prince MacRear then rolls his eyes as Jensen Banks steps into the shot, dressed in his ring gear as his match is up soon.

Jensen Banks: I’m sure your mother can handle the salon for a day while you are backstage here acting like you’re in Zoolander 2.

MacRear pulls his sunglasses off and stares Jensen dead in his eyes with a scowl on his face.

Prince MacRear: What did you say?! ZOOLANDER?! Ew…

The Sultan of Selfies hangs his sunglasses on his t-shirt and starts cackling for no real reason.

Prince MacRear: What are you doing here, NASTY?! And WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?! DID I SAY YOU CAN SPEAK TO THE FUTURE TWO TIME APEX CHAMPION, HMMMM?

He shakes his head from side to side.

Prince MacRear: No, I don’t think I did! Did I say you were ALLOWED TO BRING YOUR DISGUSTING GERMS IN MY PRESENCE?! Hmmmmm…

Another shake of the head from Prince MacRear.

Prince MacRear: I don’t think I did! So why don’t you run along with your Lance Bass haircut, go find that stupid bimbo Emily Carter, and go get married since it’s so obvi you two have a thing for one another.

MacRear chuckles.

Prince MacRear: She is out of the hospital, right? I don’t know if she’s wrestling tonight because I DIDN’T CARE TO LOOK AT THE CARD ONCE I HEARD THE SULTAN HAD A NIGHT OFF!

Jensen raises his hands up after MacRear flips out on him.

Jensen Banks: Whoa there. I think you need to pop a xanie.

#PaullyVoice

Jensen Banks: But I'm glad you brought up my good friend Emily. You might remember that two weeks ago, you and your pals attacked her and my other two friends, Donnie and Bree. And one thing I don't like is when morons like you attack my friends. So, I'm going to let you in on my plan for the next few weeks. For the next few weeks, every single one of you involved in attacking my pals are gonna be taking a trip to Bank Shot City.

Banks then yanks the mirror out of MacRear’s hands and stares at his reflection with a smile. He then looks back at MacRear.

Jensen Banks: One by one, you're all gonna eat a Bank Shot. In two weeks, it's gonna be The Crimson Baroness. Two weeks after that, it's gonna be Brody Watts, who is your savior or lover or whatever. And then, the last of that series of Bank Shots is gonna be saved for you, MacRear. And trust me when I tell you that it's gonna have all the power behind it. Might knock a tooth out. So, I hope you enjoy those good looks, because I'm gonna fuck you up soon enough.

Jensen then hands back the mirror with a smile on his face.

Jensen Banks: See you around.

Banks winks before he walks off, leaving MacRear behind. MacRear makes a ‘pft’ noise as he watches Jensen walk away. He slowly turns his head to look at the mirror in his hand, and immediately drops it, scrunching his face as he holds his hand up to his face.

Prince MacRear: EWWWWW! OH MY GOD I TOUCHED THE MIRROR AFTER HE PUT HIS GERMS ON IT!

Now frantic, MacRear flails his arms around and starts pitching a fit, acting if he had just stepped in a giant pile of cow dung.

Prince MacRear: SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! I NEED HAND SANITIZER A S A P! THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL EMERGENCY!!!!

MacRear runs down the hallway, looking for hand sanitizer as LDFC cuts to another part of the arena.

[FGA Office]

The match begins with the two brawlers trading rights and lefts. The crowd goes wild for the ongoing slugfest. The cheers then get louder as Kellen gets the upperhand. He begins firing off a flurry of right hands that drive Brody back closer and closer to the ropes. But just then, Brody blocks and socks Brody with a right of his own. As the tide shifts, the cheers turn to boos as Brody begins to unload on Kellen. But Kellen is able to duck a haymaker, lift Brody off the canvas with a double leg pick up and send him back first into the corner. Kellen begins to deliver a series of shoulder thrusts. But Brody is able to counter one of the shoulder thrusts with a knee to the chin. After switching positions with Kellen, The Mid-American Nightmare sends him slumping down in the corner with a series of clubbing forearms to the head. Brody then follows that up with a choke using his foot. The ref gives him until five to break the hold. The hold is then broken up just a hair before the count of five.

As Brody steps back, Heather can be seen fanning Kellen. As Kellen pulls himself back up in the corner, Brody rushes over and squashes him with a body avalanche. Brody steps back, charges into the corner and delivers another body avalanche. Brody steps back once more, charges into the corner and delivers a third body avalanche. After collapsing out of the corner, Kellen clutches his ribs until Brody kicks him over onto his back for a two count.

A few minutes later, Brody sends Kellen into the ropes. Kellen ducks a clothesline and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, Brody knocks him down with a violent cross body attack for two. Brody then lifts him up, only to throw him down with a gourdbuster for two. Brody then scoops an unsuspecting Kellen up, looking to end this right away with the Death Valley Bomb. But a series of rapid elbows to the head allow Kellen to slip down from behind. He then hits two Rolling German Suplexes. Kellen goes for a third, but Brody counters with an elbow to the face. While Kellen appears rocked, Brody takes off into the ropes. When he returns, Kellen throws him down with a belly to belly suplex for two.

Kellen takes Brody and whips him hard into the corner. As Brody stagers out, Kellen lifts him up and throws him down with a spinebuster for two. He then sets up Brody for a powerbomb. But Brody counters with a back body drop. Brody then picks up Kellen and sets him up for a powerbomb of his own. But Kellen counters with an Alabama Slam for two.

As Kellen slowly pulls Brody up from off the mat, Brody catches him with a throat thrust uppercut. After a headbutt rocks Kellen, Brody grabs Kellen by the wrist, brings him away from the ropes and goes for a short-arm lariat. But Kellen ducks, hooks Brody’s arms from behind and delivers a dragon suplex for two.

Kellen takes Brody and whips him into the ropes. When Brody returns, Kellen sets up for a back body drop. But Brody kicks him square in the face. Brody then turns and runs back into the ropes. When Brody returns, Kellen nails him with a stiff forearm that staggers him. Kellen then turns and runs into the ropes. When Kellen returns, Brody nails him with an elbow strike that dazes him. Brody then turns and runs into the ropes. When Brody returns, Kellen lunges forward, delivering a spear. As Brody tries to get off the canvas, Kellen knocks him back down with an axe kick to the head. After picking up Brody and placing him in a front facelock, Kellen points to the crowd as they yell out 'DARSH! DARSH DARSH! DARSH!' with him in anticipation. Kellen the kicks out his legs, spiking Brody heard-first onto the canvas with This Move Is Dedicated To Stan Darsh for the one, two, three.

Winner: Kellen Klein

[FGA Office]

We switch to the back, where the camera is rushing through the backstage arena, barreling past various personnel. Various clanging, thuds and groans can be heard faintly in the background. As the camera continues to approach, these sounds get louder and louder. The camera then stops when it rounds the corner and comes upon Jack Bukowski, who lays motionless on the floor. Standing in the vicinity are none other than “The Black Adder” Hana Song and “The Strong Style Savior” Shintaro Majima. With Bukowski laid out on the floor, Majima stands over him while Hana, having watched the attack unfold before her, motions for the camera to come closer.

Hana Song: This could’ve been avoided and I do hope that that small bit of information is enough to bring you comfort, Bukowski. You have the misfortune of simply being at the wrong place and the right time. But this isn’t about you, Bukowski, you’re nothing but a catalyst, the spark that ignites the fuse. This...this is about...righting the wrongs.

Hana pauses to let her words sink in and to revel in the admonishing the crowd is happy to give her.

Hana Song: This could’ve been avoided and it would have been had I...had we not both been deprived our true victory. Stolen, our victories, by the unworthy. I know they’re watching this and they should both know...that blood will be on their hands for this. What they’ve done is angered two people that they shouldn’t have. These...call them attacks if you’re so narrow-minded...these will not stop. No. Not until we’re recognized as we should be. Consider this your one and only warning, members of the Lion’s Den. Do what’s right, or turn your head and deny the truth. Either way we get satisfaction.

Hana glances over to look at Majima, nodding in approval to his actions.

Shintaro Majima: Kellen Klein, you stole the right to call myself the first Old North Champion. Not only did you steal this from me, you threw it away and now that privilege belongs to Skylar Cloud. I intended to bring honour to the title, a legacy, and now it is nothing but a meaningless trinket that belongs to a shallow excuse for a human being, all because of your foolishness. The two of you have made grave errors with your actions - and it would be wise for both of you to not feel comfortable, as you shall both discover the consequences of your actions far sooner than you would dare consider.

Hana offers a curled smile in the corner of her lips, Majima’s words and sentiments echoing her own thoughts on the matter. She keeps her eyes on Jack Bukowski as she starts to leave the area the message - and subsequent warning - having been delivered adequately.

((FADE OUT))

[FGA Office]

The horns marking the start of 'Wiping All Out' sound out like the trumpets of reveille would. The lyrics announce the arrival of the Black Adder herself. "I'm not a princess. Not a cutie girlfriend, oh no, don't you know?" Hana stands in front of the black curtain, her head tilted to the right and her arms crossed. She stares down towards the ring, smirking, and drags her tongue left to right across her lips before setting off.

Tony Allen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 127 pounds! She is “The Black Adder,” HANA SONG!

As she walks to the ring, she bobs her head in rhythm to the beat of the song. Outside the ring she slides into it under the bottom rope and the head bob transitions into a quick horizontal body wiggle akin to a snake slithering about. Hana stands and bobs her head until her music stops, at which point she merely waits.

Geoff Penzer: Moments ago, we saw the result of Hana Song and Shintaro Majima’s attack on one Jack Bukowski. These two feel that they’ve been robbed and until the perceived wrongs have been made right, these attacks will continue. It’s bad enough that we have the likes of Prince MacRear, The Crimson Baroness and Brody Watts ganging up on their fellow aspiring wrestlers. Now we’ve got the likes of The Black Adder and The Strong Style Savior exerting their will on this roster. Is anyone going to be able to stop this pairing?

Once the beat of “The Outside” by Red kicks in, the curtains are pulled open and Jensen Banks steps out, nodding his head, wearing his black hoodie over his head. As he bobs his head to his music, Jensen slowly makes his way down to the ring, even mouthing the words to his theme.

Tony Allen: And her opponent, now residing out of Gibsonville, North Carolina! Weighing in at 211 pounds … JENSEN BANKS!

He slaps hands with some of the fans before reaching ringside, where he slowly removes his hood from over his head and unzips his hoodie. Jensen tosses his hoodie to the side and quickly slides into the ring before going over to the nearest corner and climbing to the middle turnbuckle. Flashing a small grin, Jensen points to himself before dropping down and leaning in his designate corner, waiting for the match to start.

Geoff Penzer: We heard Jensen Banks speak out against the recent actions of Prince MacRear and company earlier tonight. You’ve got to commend the young man for standing up for his fallen friends. But does he really want to go up against the likes of MacRear and his associates? We’ve seen what they’ve done. We know what they’re capable of. Even in defeat, they’re able to walk out of the venue while their competition has to get helped out. I know Banks is fearless. But MacRear is far more dangerous than he looks. Donovan Cross and Bree Nelson unfortunately know that all too well.

The match starts off with Banks and Song locking up. Banks quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. Song tries to shove Banks off of her. But Banks keeps the hold on tight. After trying to maneuver out of the hold, Song moves Banks back, only to try and shove her off of him. But again, Banks keeps the hold on tight. After a series of shots to the body, Song slips out and reverses into a hammerlock from behind. But Banks leans forward and reverses into a hammerlock of his own. After fighting through the pain, Song reaches back with her free arm and elbows Banks in the face, breaking the hold. She then takes off into the ropes. When she comes back, Banks throws her down with a hip toss. Song returns to her feet, but Banks returns her to the canvas with an arm drag. Song gets back up, but Banks takes her back down with another arm drag and transitions into an armbar.

The ref asks Song if she wants to give up. But Song refuses, wagging her finger at him. After battling her way back up to her feet, Banks delivers an arm wrench. After fighting through the pain, Song rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. After fighting through the pain, Banks rolls forward, turns over, flips over with a headstand and counters with an wrench wrench of his on. Song then reaches over and quickly thumbs Banks in the eye, resulting in boos from the crowd. She then takes Banks, marches into the corner and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Banks around, Song delivers four shoot kicks to the chest, following by a jumping sole kick to the face. She then takes Banks and whips him into the opposite corner. Song the runs across the ring. But Banks ducks and dumps her over the top rope…

… but Song lands on her feet on the apron. When Banks turns around, Song goes for a punch. But Banks blocks and counters with a punch of his own. After a shoulder thrust through the ropes doubles Song over, Banks plants her on the apron with a slingshot DDT to cheers from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Song just got driven hard face-first onto the apron, which is the hardest part of the ring. This one may be over already as Song looks to be just about out of it.

Banks picks up Song and rolls her back into the ring. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

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Song gets her foot on the bottom rope.

As Banks picks up Song, Shintaro Majima can be seen making his way through the curtain to boos from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Now wait a minute. What is Shintaro Majima doing out here? We just saw him and Song not too long ago standing over a beaten Jack Bukowski. Don’t tell me they’ve got something up for sleeve for Jensen Banks.

Banks takes Song and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Banks knocks her down with a jumping calf kick. He motions to make the cover, but he quickly stops once he spots Majima.

Geoff Penzer: And now Banks has finally spotted Majima. Majima’s gazing right back at him. This is what they want. They want Banks to take his eye off of Song. But if there’s one thing you should never turn your attention away from, it’s a snake. Banks better shift his attention back to Song...

Banks gets up and immediately walks over towards the ropes. But Majima puts his hands up, indicating that he wants no trouble.

Geoff Penzer: Who is he fooling?

As Banks steps back and then turns around, he gets caught with a spinning heel kick from Song. The crowd boos as she makes the over.

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Banks kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: It’s a two count for Song. But The Black Adder got what she wanted there and that was to shift the momentum of this match into her favor. With The Strong Style savior now at ringside, the momentum might stay in her favor, too.

Song picks up Banks and whips him into the ropes. When Banks comes back, Song sets up for a back body drop. Banks counters with a sunset flip. But Song rolls through it and follows up with a front dropkick to the face. The crowd boos as she makes the cover.

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Banks gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Good counter there by Song. Both Song and Majima are both good athletes with all the upside in the world. They don’t need to resort to attacking people backstage. But from their point of view, these attacks are necessary.

Song picks up Banks, wrenches his arm and follows up with a hook kick, sending Banks back into the ropes. From there, Song goes over and delivers alternating forearm strikes to the face, followed by a knee to the midsection that doubles him over. Song then brings Banks away from the ropes before delivering an elbow smash to the back of the head. The elbow shot sends Banks stumbling towards the center of the ring. Song then comes up from behind,t urns Banks around and lunges forward, connecting with an elbow strike that sends Banks stumbling back into the ropes. Song then goes over, brings Banks away from the ropes and delivers a russian leg sweep. She rolls over and makes the cover.

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Banks gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Song’s starting to feel more and more confident as she’s connecting with those shots. Song’s one of the best strikers here in LDFC. If Banks wants to win this match, he needs to start covering up and countering those blows.

Song picks up Banks and goes for an irish whip. But Banks reverses, sending Song into the ropes. When Song comes back, she slides through his legs. When Banks turns around, Song goes for another jumping sole kick. But Banks swats her foot down. He then grabs her from behind, setting up for a Blue Thunder Bomb. But Song counters with three elbows to the face, breaking the hold. She then takes off into the ropes. When Song returns, Banks knocks her down with a high knee. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Song gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Banks stops Song’s momentum with that high knee strike. It only gets two. But now, he’s back in the driver’s seat.

Banks picks up Song and moves her into the corner. From there, Banks delivers a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body. He then takes Song and whips her into the opposite corner. Banks charges across the ring and goes for a clothesline. But Song nails him with an elbow to the face. As Banks stumbles back, Song comes from out of the corner, grabs him by the wrist and knocks him down with a short-arm elbow smash. She makes the cover.

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Banks gets his shoulder up.

Song picks up Banks and goes for an irish whip. But Banks reverses, sending Song into the ropes. When Song comes back, Banks sets up for a back body drop. But Song counters with a facebreaker knee smash. While Banks is dazed, Song knocks him down with the Rattler’s Bite. She makes the cover.

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Banks gets his shoulder up.

Song picks up Banks and goes for another short-arm elbow smash. But Banks ducks, grabs her from behind and counters with the Blue Thunder Bomb to a roar of cheers.

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The crowd sighs, then boos as Song gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Close call there for Song after an excellent counter by Banks.

Banks takes Song and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, Banks throws her down with a back body drop. Song gets back to her feet, but Banks knocks her back down with a clothesline. Song returns to her feet, but Banks returns her to the canvas with another clothesline. After Song gets back to her feet, Banks grabs her by the wrist and whips her into the corner. Banks then charges into the corner and connects with yet another clothesline. After Song is turned upside down and placed in the Tree of Woe, Banks steps back towards the opposite corner. The crowd looks on in anticipation of what’s to come. He sizes up Song before running back across the ring, leaping into the air and delivering a corner hesitation dropkick to cheers from the crowd. Banks turns over and makes the cover.

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The crowd boos as Song reaches over and grabs the bottom rope.

Geoff Penzer: How much closer of a call can you get than that?

Banks picks up Song and whips her into the ropes. When Song returns, Banks goes for a back body drop. Song slips down from behind, but Banks elbows her in the face before delivering a standing shiranui. The crowd cheers as he makes the cover.

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Song gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: I thought he had her there!

Banks picks up Song and goes for a vertical suplex. But Song knees him in the head on the way up, forcing him to drop her. After a roundhouse kick knocking Banks down to one knee, Song turns and takes off into the ropes. When she returns, Banks gets to his feet and knocks her down with a rolling kesagiri chop. While Song is sprawled on the mat, Banks calls for the Bank Shot.

Geoff Penzer: Uh oh! Looks like The Black Adder is about to be given a one way ticket to Bank Shot City!

Banks crouches down as he waits for Song to return to her feet. As Song stirs and begins to get off the canvas, Banks can be seen waving his arm up and down. The crowd, knowing full well what’s coming next, starts up a “BANK SHOT CITY *CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*” chant. After Song finally returns to her feet and turns around, Banks goes for the Bank Shot. But Majima trips him up from behind, resulting in a roar of boos from the crowd.

Geoff Penzer: Throw him out of this match, referee! He has no business being down at ringside, anyway!

Banks quickly turns around and kicks at Majima. But Majima quickly steps away, avoiding the blow. When Banks turns around, Song spits purple mist in face, temporarily blinding him.

Geoff Penzer: The Venom! She just spat that Venom right into Jensen’s eyes!

Song doubles Banks over with a kick to the gut and follows up with the Adder’s Kiss, knocking him down to a sea of boos. The crowd continues to boo as she turns him over and makes the cover.

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“Wiping All Out” blasts throughout the venue as as jeers and boos can be heard from the crowd.

Tony Allen: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match, HANA SONG!

The ref raises Song’s arm. But he doesn’t look the least bit happy about it. He then turns to Majima as the Strong Style Savior steps into the ring. The ref goes over to Majima and gives him a talking to about tripping up Banks. Majima feigns an apology and motions towards Song… only to turn the referee inside out with a burning lariat. The crowd roars with boos as Majima and Song look down at him. They then look back up at each other with satisfied smirks.

Geoff Penzer: Shintaro Majima just laid out the referee with the Kurimuzon Kai! Not even LDFC referees are immune from Song and Majima! The ref’s laid out. Banks is still favoring his eyes now that he’s coming to. Poor Jack Bukowski, who knows how hurt he is. These two are walking up the ramp now. They’re so proud of themselves. They’re so proud of what they accomplished out here tonight. The nerve of them! Unbelievable…

[FGA Office]