Gold Rush Rumble (4.16.16)

[FGA Office]

In 1849, California Gold Rush era....

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

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

TONIGHT! In Hershey, Pennsylvania. 28 FGA grapplers will meet up in the ring for one night only. 

It's a shot at glory. 

It's a shot at gold. 

There can only be one.

TONIGHT!!!!!

Who will be the last grappler standing?

[FGA Office]

The feed opens up to a wide shot of the Giant Center. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd while we transition to the ringside area, where Kris Cruise and Stephy Auger are standing by...

Kris Cruise: Welcome to the Giant Center! Welcome to Hershey, Pennsylvania! Welcome… to the GOLD RUSH RUMBLE! I’m Kris Cruise, alongside Stephy Auger! We are here LIVE tonight in Hershey, PA to kick off FGA’s second pay per view of the year. Stephy, nearly every championship is on the line tonight!

Stephy Auger: Yes there are. You have the record breaker and history maker, Izzy Anders, looking to break even more records tonight as she defends her championship against both Savannah Taylor and Annie Zellor in a Triple Threat No Disqualification Match for her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! But knowing Izzy like I know her, she doesn’t just want to break records tonight. She wants to break the arms of both Zellor and Taylor tonight. Especially Zellor. That nosey you-know-what should’ve just left well enough alone. She should’ve just let Izzy Anders do the world a favor and put Dom Harter out of his misery. But that little Dudley Do-Right has poked, prodded and drawn the ire our own Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. Tonight, she pays and oh will she pay dearly!

Kris Cruise: What about Savannah Taylor?

Stephy Auger: What about her? It’s no secret that she used a very similar regional-based championship to kick off her historic run over in ExPro. She has the tools to get the job done to win the Mid-Atlantic, or any other championship here. But she’s going to have to wait her turn because tonight, Izzy’s looking to maim everything in her path to retain her coveted championship. Tread lightly.

Kris Cruise: Also here tonight, the FGA World Championship is going to be on the line as Cyncity defends against the former champion, Zero McHannon!

Stephy Auger: You know, Kris, Cyncity has no one to blame but herself. Zero was just trying to be a caring friend. He wanted Cyncity to have a taste of the success that she was wasn’t good enough to obtain on her own. What happened? She crumbled under the pressure. She let some harsh words get her down. Look at her, Kris. Does Cyncity look like a World Champion? Does she carry herself like a World Champion? Absolutely not. She acts like a spoiled brat who’s been told “no!” for the first time in their life. Zero tried to do the right thing and instead, that ungrateful Cyncity has done nothing but get an attitude. Well you know what? Tonight, Zero is going to take back what is rightfully his and send her to the back of the line where she belongs.

Kris Cruise: That’s a nice story. It’s something that I’m sure you’ve been fed straight from McHannon. But the fact of the matter is this. Whether McHannon wants to admit it or not, Cyncity beat him. She beat him for the championship, clean as day, in the center of that ring. Ever since that day, McHannon has done nothing but try to take that accomplishment away from Cyncity. But she’s not going to stand for it anymore. Tonight, Cyncity beats him in the middle of that ring… again!

Of course, we also can't forget about about the main event. 30 grapplers will be trying to become the next #1 contender for the FGA World Championship. Of course, they’ll have to go through the Gold Rush Rumble to get their shot. It’s going to be Friend vs. Friend. Foe vs. Foe. It’s every grappler for themselves, Stephy. There can only be one winner. Who do you got?

Stephy Auger: Well, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say Savannah Taylor. I’ve seen her name mentioned here and there as a threat. But I get the impression that some people are overlooking her in favor of the bigger threats in the field. In a match like thing, being overlooked and underrated is a Godsend. If she plays her cards right- and being a Vegas native, I’m sure she does - I can see her going all the way. What about you?

Kris Cruise: Well I’d have to go with Fujiko Mine. She’s got the stamina. She’s got the agility. She’s savvy in the ring. She has been as hot as anyone these last few months. No one moves in that ring quite like her. Tonight, we could see Lady Luck herself strike gold.

Stephy Auger: Fujiko Mine? Boy, that’s a wasted pick. Though you did say that there would be 30 people in this Rumble. Last I checked, both Noelle Smith and Evangelista are out of the Rumble due to injuries. Do you know something that I don’t?

Kris Cruise: I do know that two grapplers have taken their spots.

Stephy Auger: Oh really???

Kris Cruise: Yes really.

Stephy Auger: … and they are?

Kris Cruise: Your guess is as good as mine. We’ll find out tonight who these two mystery participants are. We’ve also got a Fatal 4-Way tonight! We’ve also got tag team action! But right now, let’s send it down to the ring for our opening contest…

[FGA Office]

#RubyWay vs. Yun Goeun and Camellia D. Magna

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is a tag team match and I scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 267 pounds … YUN GOEUN & CAMELLIA D. MAGNA!

"They say, I have no answers...
They see me as a problem child.
I'm just young and free. (Ay Ay)
They say, I don't listen.
I should say the same thing.
What chu know 'bout me? (Huh?)

They say that I'm crazy.
Its okay, everybody is crazy.
Why not me? (Ay Ay)
They say, that I'll never make it.
But all I want to be is my self."

"FxxK Wit Us" by Lee Hi plays over the PA system as Yun and Cami come out from the back to a chorus of boos. They both smirk and ignore the boos as they walks down to the ring. As Yun hits the ramp, her new bodyguard Yoshihiro Gotoh steps out from the back and just stands there, keeping his eyes on the fans around her as Yun continues to make her way to the ring, not once even so much as looking to the fans. As Cami reaches the ring she slides in and quickly walks to her corner and climbs to the middle rope to pose for the fans. As Yun gets in the ring, her bodyguard walks down to the ring and takes his position in her corner.

Kris Cruise: For weeks now these two have been thick as thieves, trying their best to get under the skins of RubyWay. Whether it’s in after match attacks or just on the microphone, they’ve been antagonizing Ruby and Hardway for weeks.

Stephy Auger: Kevin Hardaway has been lucky Ruby’s been there to pull his ass from the fire a couple of times too, Kris. But when she needed him after Yun interfered in her match against Annie Zellor, where was he?

Kris Cruise: Don’t start that, Stephy. He would have helped her if he could, but Yun was in and out before anyone knew what was happening that night. But tonight they finally settle this in the tag team debut of RubyWay, and these Hershey fans can’t wait!

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents…

The lights immediately go out in the arena and the roar of the crowd can be heard.

Suddenly, a haunting yet melodic synthesizer riff plays among the PA system as the crowd can be heard clapping their hands to the beat of the song. Obviously they are aware of the song being played for the entrance. “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey. Yet, when the smooth vocal harmonies of Steve Perry start singing out, the crowd is still clapping and as the first verse plays, a spotlight comes on near the entrance as Kevin Hardaway is standing there at the ramp, lip-syncing the verse as he’s the one singing it, pantomiming to the crowd

Here we stand
Worlds apart
Hearts broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Losing ground
I'm reaching for you, you, you

As the second verse starts playing though, another spotlight appears on the entrance ramp as Ruby Tyler is standing there. She...is not singing. Actually, she’s absolutely baffled and annoyed by what in the hell is going on. She looks at Kevin and starts arguing with him but as the pre-chorus starts playing, the lights come back on and the both of them walk towards the ring. Kevin walking with a bit more bit in his step, Ruby behind him just casually walking to the ring, obviously wondering where she went wrong in this situation.

J.A. Aldridge: At a combined weight of 363 pounds, The team of KEVIN HARDAWAY, RUBY TYLER … RUBYWAY!

As the chorus hits, Kevin stands on top of the turnbuckle and Ruby just casually enters the ring. She’s ready for the match, sure...she’s just not ready to deal with Kevin in the same corner right now. Kevin hops off the turnbuckle and slaps Ruby’s shoulder, running around in circles around her. If there ever was a definition of these two in a nutshell, this is indeed it. The song ends and Kevin stands next to Ruby, ready to actually talk strategy oddly enough.

Stephy Auger: You were right, Kris. These fans seem to be behind RubyWay for whatever reason; these two are only a winning combination on the fan fiction forums, and they’ll learn that the hard way now against Yun & Cami.

Kris Cruise: Hardaway has a bone to pick with Yun after she used those brass knucks to pick up a win recently, but Cami is still stinging after her defeat against Ruby Tyler. But RubyWay notoriously don’t get on well together, how will they cope against the more experienced team of Yun & Cami? We’ll find out…

The bell sounds to start the match as Hardaway and Cami are set to start things off for their teams. They circle the ring for a few moments before locking up collar and elbow. Hardaway manages to overpower his opponent, pushing Cami back against the ropes as the referee calls for a break. Hardaway steps away cautiously, but quickly dives to the side to avoid the double leg takedown attempt by Magna. She gets back to her feet and grins at her opponent as they circle the ring once more. Another collar and elbow tie-up, and Cami drops down to catch K-Hard with a fireman’s carry takedown before she locks in an armbar.

Hardaway lifts his legs, applying a headscissors to Magna, forcing her to break the hold. But Cami wriggles around on the mat, so she’s at her opponent’s legs; the headscissors breaks as both competitors scramble to their feet. Cami grabs her opponent with a rear waistlock, but Hardaway catches her with a rear elbow. He runs against the ropes, coming back with a shoulder block to knock Cami down. She gets right back up, stumbling backwards to a neutral corner as Hardaway stays on her; he fires off several chops to the chest, each one drawing a “whoo” from the crowd, before going for an Irish whip. Cami hits the far corner hard before her opponents comes barrelling across the ring – NO!

Kris Cruise: Nobody home, and Cami just dodged a bullet there.

Hardaway slams chest first into the turnbuckle, staggering backwards as he turns around to be greeted by Cami Magna and her shoot kicks to the chest. After the fourth one, and with her opponent sufficiently subdued, Cami runs against the ropes before coming back with a spinning heel kick. Both competitors scramble back to their feet as Cami connects with a dropkick. A Hardaway gets back up, Cami grabs him in a front facelock and moves towards the corner to tag in Yun.

The Korean enters the ring and delivers a stiff kick to the exposed midsection of K-Hard. The referee ushers Cami out of the ring as Yun delivers a stiff knee to the midsection. An Irish whip sends him towards to neutral corner before Yun follows him, connecting with a knee to the face. She then drags her opponent out of the corner, spins him around and hits a Russian leg sweep before going for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Hardaway kicks out.

Stephy Auger: The team of Yun & Cami have kept control so far, Kris.

Kris Cruise: And now Yun is in the ring, wearing Hardaway down with those hard strikes. He’s going to need to find a way to take charge here.

Yun sits her opponent up and connects with a couple of soccer kicks to the spine before taking a moment to taunt the crowd, shouting out “Aja! Aja!”; they boo her accordingly as Yun lifts Hardaway back to a vertical base and moves towards her corner. Yun makes the tag out to Cami as they perform a double suplex on K-Hard. Yun delivers a couple of stomps before the referee gets her out of the corner, but he’s drawn back to the action as Cami hits the standing moonsault for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Ruby makes the save!

The referee orders Ruby to leave the ring as Cami gets back up, smirking at the Huntress as she drops a knee across Hardaway’s forehead. Magna takes to taunting Tyler, trying to get her into the ring again, but The Huntress remains in the corner. So Cami lifts Hardaway back to his feet, only to get caught by a shot to the midsection. And another. But Cami cuts him off with a rake to the eyes. The fans boo as Hardaway paces in a circle, coming back into a spinning high kick. He gets lifted back up and sent to the corner with an Irish whip as Cami charges in after him with the running splash! Another Irish whip sends him from pillar to post – NO!

Hardaway reverse the Irish whip, and it’s Cami who’s sent across the ring! She hits the turnbuckle back first and staggers out towards the center of the ring, where she gets turned inside out by the decapitation lariat!

Kris Cruise: Kevin Hardaway with the lariat, and he nearly took Cami out of her boots there! And just listen to these fans.

Stephy Auger: But he needs to make that tag now, Kris.

Indeed he does, and that’s just what Hardaway is trying to do now. He’s crawling towards the corner as Cami is starting to stir. She’s just up to her knees though as the crowd pop, and in comes Tyler! The Huntress hits the ring. Magna stands up in time to get caught by a slingblade, driving her back down into the mat. Yun moves from the corner, but she gets cut off by a clothesline, knocking her off the apron. Magna gets back up, but Ruby is waiting for her. Several forearm strikes to the face force Cami back against the ropes. Ruby makes the tag out to Hardaway before whipping Cami against the ropes. She comes back and gets caught by the double team flapjack! Cami hits the mat and pops up to her knees, clutching her chest in pain as RubyWay unleash dual kicks to the chest. Ruby leaves the ring, but gets tagged right back in as Hardaway takes the chance to rest up.

Tyler grabs her opponent up and slams Cami head first into the top turnbuckle. Magna falls back into the corner as Ruby chops her chest, then punches her with a right hook. The combination continues until the referee intervenes. So Ruby changes her offense to a rolling snapmare out of the corner before she pops up with a dropkick to the face. And the cover by Ruby!

ONE!
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TWO!
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Yun makes the save.

Kris Cruise: Yun breaking up the cover, and what’s she doing now?

Goeun drives the elbow down across the back of the head of Ruby Tyler, but she stays on her, hammering away with more punches before the referee pulls her off. He forces Yun to get back to her corner as Ruby pulls herself back to her feet; she glares over at Yun as the Korean wrestler climbs back out onto the apron.

Tyler turns her attention back to Cami, but the Southern belle rakes The Huntress across the eyes. Cami gets back to her feet and goes for an Irish whip, sending Ruby against the ropes. She goes for a hip toss, but Ruby blocks it. A shot to the stomach doubles over Tyler as Cami places a leg across the back of the neck. Ruby tries to toss her off, but Cami catches her with a hurricanrana in mid air! Ruby is sent sprawling across the ring and Cami heads towards the corner, slowly making her way over to tag in Yun Goeun!

Stephy Auger: The tag out, and in comes Yun Goeun!

Kris Cruise: But Ruby’s made the tag as well!

Both fresh competitors hit the ring as Hardaway goes for the lariat, but Yun ducks under and counters with an overflow arm drag. Hardaway gets right back up and knocks Yun down with a clothesline. She gets back up, only to get caught by another clothesline. As Goeun gets up this time, K-Hard goes for the body slam, only to see Yun drop down the back and counter with a double knee backbreaker!

Yun gets back up and charges at Ruby, knocking her off the apron before she turns back to Hardaway. The fans continue booing as Yun climbs out onto the apron herself. K-Hard is just getting back to his feet as Yun springboards in with a stiff clothesline. And the pin attempt.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Hardaway gets the shoulder up in time, but Yun looks disappointed at the referee. Undeterred, she raises her opponent back to his feet and places him in a front facelock. She runs up the turnbuckle for the shiranui – NO! Hardaway counters with a spin out side slam! The crowd pop as Hardaway rolls towards the center of the ring, whereupon he picks himself up. Yun uses the ropes to do so moments later. She charges at K-Hard, but he catches her with an STO! Cami enters the ring and runs at him, but Hardaway ducks under the clothesline, and counters with a back suplex. Magna rolls out of the ring as Yun gets up to her knees. Hardaway stomps at the back of her head before following up with a spinning buzzsaw kick!

Kris Cruise: KTFO connects! This could be it, Stephy!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: Yun gets the shoulder up in time!

Hardaway can’t believe it, but he makes the tag out to Ruby Tyler. She immediately climbs to the top rope, waiting for Yun to regain her vertical base. The Korean stumbles around the ring momentarily, before turning her attention to Ruby, who flies through the air with a forearm smash! And a hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cami makes the save!

Magna drags Ruby back to her feet and plants her with a DDT before Hardaway can hit the ring, catching Cami with a double leg takedown. The two of them roll around the mat trading blows as they jockey for position; meanwhile Ruby and Yun are just beginning to stir. Ruby throws out a roundhouse kick, but Yun ducks and counters with a side kick. She goes for a spinning neckbreaker, but Ruby rolls through and goes for a clothesline. Yun avoids it, however, but catches the arm as she brings Ruby back in close for the Billboard Bust!

Stephy Auger: Ruby Tyler just got driven face first into the mat, Kris, and that has to be enough! These fans know it, RubyWay aren’t getting their dream FGA debut tonight.

Yun rolls her opponent over and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE-NOO!

Kris Cruise: Last second save by Kevin Hardaway! And he just kept his team in this one!

The referee tries to restore order, forcing Cami and Hardaway back to their corners. But Yun makes the tag out, bringing Cami right back in as Ruby is down on the mat still. The redhead stomps at her prone opponent. She drags Ruby back to her feet and sends her towards the corner, before following Ruby in with a high knee strike. Tyler staggers out of the corner and into a fisherman suplex, with the pin.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Ruby kicks out in time, and Cami looks disappointed. She slaps the mat in anger, but gets back to her feet with Ruby in tow. Another Irish whip to the far corner and again Cami follows her opponent in, catching Ruby with another high knee strike. She hooks Tyler in place for the suplex again, but Ruby drops down the back with a neckbreaker counter!

Both competitors are down for a few moments as Ruby then begins to stir. She moves towards the ropes, using them to get back to her feet as Cami pushes herself up to a kneeling position, just in time to get caught by a hurricanrana driver! And the cover!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: Kick out by Cami Magna!

Yun was half way in to make the save, though, before she got cut off by a charging Kevin Hardaway! The Korean getting sent flying off the apron; the two legal competitors are getting back to their feet, though, as Ruby calls over to her partner, trying to get his attention. Cami is staggering as Hardaway finally hears what Ruby was saying. Tyler sends Magna against the ropes, moving out of the way for K-Hard to perform the flapjack – NO! Cami counters in mid air with a dropkick, sending Hardaway sprawling back across the ring! But her joy is short lived as Ruby catches her as she gets back to her feet, dropping Cami with the Crimson Kiss! And a hook of the leg by Ruby!

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, #RUBYWAY!

Kris Cruise: There we have it, folks! RubyWay victorious in their FGA debut, but not without a hard fought match.

Stephy Auger: Yun & Cami gave it all they had, and even when Cami Magna looked to have saved herself at the end, The Huntress was there ready to drop her with that Crimson Kiss.

Kris Cruise: Now these four have plenty of time to rest up before the Rumble, and hopefully RubyWay has some time to work on their communication before their next tag team match. There were some moments there, especially at the end, where they just appeared to be on different wavelengths.

Stephy Auger: They’ve spent the better part of a year trying to kill each other, Kris, team work will come in time. But they’ve got their first win here in FGA, and they gained a measure of revenge against Cami and Yun.

The team of RubyWay get their arms raised by the referee as Yun and Cami head backstage with Gotoh in tow. Their head hung low, in disappointment as Ruby and Kevin take the moment to soak in the cheers from this Hershey crowd.

[FGA Office]

As the live feed heads backstage we’re greeted by laughter and harmless banter, before we come across the sight of one Quinn Goodrich, seated with his right leg folded over the left. Sitting across from him is none other than Johnny Cannon. The British Mamba sports a Black and Gold Chain trim blazer by Balmain, crafted and tailored to fit his physique perfectly - and though he wears it without a shirt, the jacket is complimented by an all black ensemble of slacks and shoes.

Quinn Goodrich: Did you hear what he said? He said he put FGA on the map! I swear I laughed so hard I almost coughed up my lung.

Quinn leans forward, chuckling, though his laugh mirrors more of a bellow, whilst he swipes away fake tears from his eyes.

Johnny Cannon: Kids say the darnedest things, Quinn.

Just then, the two Brits are spontaneously interrupted by an equally charismatic figure. Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine walks up to the men, trying to figure out what the joke was. In one of his signature hot pink Mink coats draped over his ring attire, Tony struts just pass the two gentlemen before admiring himself in a nearby mirror.

Sunshine Tony: Let me guess, Zero McHannon?

Cannon and Quinn both nod as they continue laughing. Tony chuckles right along.

Sunshine Tony: You don’t have to say anything else about it. I’m just amazed that he’s able to say the shit he does with a straight face. I just want to rape him with a Gillette razor and maybe some of my talent will rub off on him. He’s going to need at least a little bit of it if he wants to start talking all kinds of crazy.

Tony puckers up and blows himself a kiss in the mirror before smiling.

Sunshine Tony: Tonight’s the night baby. The night we get a chance to just kick the shit out of virtually everyone here all at once. I like to think of it as like one of my meal shakes. Quick, easy and efficient.

Quinn and Cannon look at each other, shrugging and nodding their heads.

Johnny Cannon: My shakes usually have a mixture of brown liquor and hard vodka, but we’ll save that for later, when the occasion calls for it. Besides, I’ve already got a little bit of a buzz going.

Goodrich rolls his eyes, as Cannon closes his, taking a long, loud sniff - the kind you take on a Saturday morning, when you're awakened by the aroma of your mother's famous pancakes and eggs.

Johnny Cannon: Can you smell it, Tony?

Carmine furrows his brow, wondering where his counterpart is heading with this particular train of thought. With his usual cocksure grin plastered on his mug the Brit climbs out his seat, walking toward his ally.

Johnny Cannon: If you focus your senses, and block out the stench of this putrid city, full of people who haven't washed in weeks, you can smell the beautiful aroma of a New Kings victory in the air. It's strong. And it's because there's not a damn person in this match that can stop history from being made. We’re the threats. We’re the top guns. We’re the shining stars in a group full of average Joe’s.

Tony smiles.

Sunshine Tony: I’m so used to the smell of victory that unless you point it out to me, I wouldn’t notice. I can’t really trust my nose too much these days anyways. Buuut I can see the tension around here and I look forward to hearing everyone else’s tears splash all over the floor when we’re done tonight. The sniffles, the cries from the fans. It’s lovely.

For a second Tony’s face frowns up.

Sunshine Tony: I just don’t know where Danny’s head is right now, but it doesn’t matter. He’s got other business to handle, in fact a lot of our opponents do. Which makes it even funnier how they think they can put on a top performance in their matches before the Rumble AND go on to win the Rumble. Half of the field is going to be broken and beaten already. This couldn’t be easier, sweetie! We might as well just prepare for each other…

The former two time Pride Champion lets out a loose chuckle.

Sunshine Tony: No matter which one of us wins, it’ll only be because it was well deserved. Facts only.

Tony winks before patting Johnny on the shoulder.

Johnny Cannon: Well deserved, and never in doubt. We’re the favorites by a mile. I don't want to be so immodest as to guarantee a victory, but then again who am I kidding. I looked at the names in this thing, and I couldn't find anyone who wasn’t a balloon knot. A match full of pretenders and names I’ve never heard of. I mean, if not us who else is going to win this? Annie Zellor?

There’s cheers in the background as the fans clamor for one of their favorites. Goodrich scoffs at the notion as Cannon squeezes Carmine's shoulder.

Johnny Cannon: I heard her birthday was yesterday. I remember when I turned eighteen too. All that meant was that I could die for my country. She isn't even old enough to drink. 

Goodrich holds out a finger, interrupting his client.

Quinn Goodrich: Actually I think she turned twenty-one, Johnny. That's kind of a big deal.

Cannon flags Quinn off, shrugging his shoulders as if to say ‘who cares’.

Johnny Cannon: Same thing. She’s just another one of these internet darlings that lacks maturity, and common sense. Out making terrible music, and throwing ragers when she should be trying to improve her ring skills. And she wonders why she always has to prove herself. And it's not like these children know how to party anyway. They just stand around videotaping everything instead of living their lives. She'll probably be so hungover she’ll eliminate herself.

Cannon says with the utmost conviction and harshness, as Carmine laughs lightly.

Johnny Cannon: Then there’s that obvious carpet muncher, Fujiko Mine. I mean, who does she think she’s fooling? Haha.

Some more noise now, as another FGA stalwart is mentioned. The Brit simply rolls his eyes.

Johnny Cannon: Are we supposed to be concerned with a woman who posts more thirst traps then she wins matches? Give me a break. She’s nothing but a pretty face and a nice pair of knockers. A really nice pair, but they're probably just as counterfeit as her personality is. I mean if she had anything more than hot air in that head of hers she would've asked Dr. Miami for some talent. But then again, you can't buy talent. You either got it or you don’t. Plastic surgery can only make you look good, it can't make you a great wrestler. All that money spent on nose jobs, and butt shots, and she still can't sell a ticket to save her bloody life. Pfft.  

The Briton extends two fingers - two for the names he’s already run down, before a third follows.

Johnny Cannon: Then there's that wanker Johnny Karma.

A huge pop for the Pride Champion now, the mere mention of his name causing Carmine’s skin to boil, and Cannon’s face to wrinkle.

Sunshine Tony: UGH! He should be dead by now. I’m so fucking over this Johnny Karma thing. It’s literally like watching the family dog slug around the house, looking at you miserably until you just decide to put him down. Karma’s miserably walking around here just waiting for someone to put him to sleep for good. Well you know what, every dog has its day and your day came when you stole the Pride title from me. Now your days are over and if you think you’re going to ruin my night tonight, I will guarantee it to be your last.

Tony looks over to Cannon.

Sunshine Tony: Any last words for the hound, mate?

Cannon pretends to think for a second, looking up at the ceiling and what not.

Johnny Cannon: Nothing much, chap. Simply wondering what Old Yeller prefers, you know, whether he’d like for us to bury him in the backyard, or toss his ashes in the ocean. Better yet, we’ll just feed his rotten corpse to his old ball and chain. I’m sure it's not the first load she’s ever swallowed. She looks like she’ll be doing Adult Films in a few years anyway.

Tony gives his comrade a smug look.

Sunshine Tony: ...and if she still needs to satisfy her hunger after that. The New Kings have Snicker bars full of nuts for her to feast on. Then when we’re done with you, you can fall in line just like the rest of my bitches, and be at daddy’s beck and call. That goes for any of you out there who think you’re going go out there tonight and play hero. An attempted coup that will leave you all in a puddle of your own blood and disappointment. I’ll add a nice blob of my sparkling, glittery spit to top it off.

The Brit shakes his head, just laughing, before he adjusts his stylish blazer, and with it comes a change in demeanor. There’s a stern look on his face now as he turns from Carmine and looks into the camera.

Johnny Cannon: And if that’s not enough for you whippersnappers, I’ve got enough Roundhouses to go around tonight. In fact, we here at Team Cannon are liquidating the bloody joint. Everything must go! So I’ll be doing my best Oprah impersonation. They’ll be ass kickings for YOU, and YOU, and anyone else who thinks they're going to throw a wrench in our operation. Tonight, we’re cooking with gas. We didn't come here dressed with nowhere to go either. LOOK! AT! US!

The Brit points points at Carmine now, who stands tall in his strapping glory, modeling his wardrobe.

Johnny Cannon: He’s dressed for thrills and I’m dressed to kill. We’re dressed to the nines, and according to my Rolex, it's about that time - it's time for you peasants and plebeians to make way for royalty. Tonight you either bow down or lay down! The choice is yours.

Sunshine Tony: Actually it isn’t. You all had your chance to get on board before it was too late. We warned you ugly bastards ahead of time that shit was about to change. But youuuuu all didn’t listen. Youuuu all want to pretend like we’re not everything we say we are and more, well tonight we stop telling and start showing. Toodaloos!

Tony blows a kiss into the camera before turning back around to his mirror. Its at that point, Quinn Goodrich stands up, clapping as he walks toward the duo. Standing in front of both men now, QG turns to the camera.

Quinn Goodrich: Ladies and gentleman, my name is Quinn Goodrich, and what my client and the former two time Pride Champion just elucidated, well I’m going to say it to you in a language that you high school dropouts can easily understand so that the message is not misconstrued.

Cannon slowly places on his Ray Ban wayfarers, as Carmine finishes up in the mirror.

Quinn Goodrich: The climate change these two men intended to create when they aligned forces with one another will be recognized here tonight in Hershey, Pennsylvania! The FGA that you know and love dies, and it will be resurrected in their image. The image of the Scandalous One.

Carmine blows a kiss into the camera as Goodrich motions at him with his right hand.

Quinn Goodrich: And the image of The British Mamba.

And then at Cannon with his left, as the Brit tosses up the ‘V’ on cue.

Quinn Goodrich: Tonight, FGA belongs to the KINGS!

[FGA Office]

Spencer Burke: Hello, FGA audience, Spencer Burke here. With me, I have the current Mid-Atlantic Champion. She’s one of the few individuals here tonight with the misfortune of having to compete in two matches. Not only does she have the Gold Rush Rumble to worry about, she has to defend her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship against Annie Zellor and Savannah Taylor in a no-disqualification match.

Izzy sauntered into camera’s view, looking somewhat refreshed.

Izzy Anders: Good evening, Spencer.

Spencer Burke: Hello. We have to know, what is your mind like tonight? You were frustrated over giving these two this match and have been on mute as of late. What seems to be the issue? Have you been getting into the zone for this tenacious match up?

The champion ticked at the mention of “tenacious”.

Izzy Anders: One may believe that the odds are against me, Spencer. Let me allow you to know one thing. If I lose tonight, I’ll take my championship back when I evoke my rematch clause. This match is meant for me to inflict pain and anguish upon two women who have been holding me back. But that’s just me humoring you, Spencer. I’ve been in the zone since I’ve won this championship. Ask the five people who have come to take this belt to me if I was in the zone when I fought them.

Spencer arched an eyebrow.

Spencer Burke: Well, how do you feel about having to not only defend your championship but then compete in the Gold Rush Rumble right after?

Izzy snickered, looking away from Spencer to some nonexistent thing.

Izzy Anders: There’s a lot to be done tonight, Burke. I have to break my own record. I have to break another man’s record. Then I have to get ready to plan for the World Championship match that I have.

Spencer Burke: Don’t you have to win the Gold Rush Rumble first?

Izzy Anders: For those who don’t know anything about psychology, pushing yourself past your barrier is the first step to recovery. I’ve taken the same principle and applied it here. I’ll win the Gold Rush Rumble, regardless of what happens. I’ll beat Annie Zellor to a pulp and crush Savannah Taylor’s dreams of being the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion. The notion of allowing destiny to guide you around ultimately gets you down. It beats you without you knowing. Unfortunately for everyone else, I have truly turned my eyes away from destiny. I’m going on to do what I want, however I want, without the input from fate, God, or any other “being” that might exist. So get with the times, Spencer. Understand the true meanings of things and then come back to me, okay?

Izzy “fixed” Spencer’s tie for him, then condescendingly patted him on the head. She stepped away from Spencer, who then adjusted his tie back to its comfortable, original state.

[FGA Office]

Aries Reed vs. Nero

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Viewer Discretion is advised."

Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and all we hear is one voice.

As the sun falls, darkness shall come...

The opening rant Tech N9NE gives to begin "Blackened the Sun" by him begins, the crowd jeering as Aries Reed emerges from the entrance way! In a long black jacket and sunglasses, he smirks as he slowly takes the walk down the small ramp to glance over the crowd before chuckling.

J.A. Aldridge: And now coming to the ring...hailing from Atlanta, Georgia...he is the Silver Tongued Devil...ARIES REED!

Without hesitation, he makes his way to the ring, all before hopping onto the apron and wiping his boots off before stepping into the ring. He quickly reaches a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to get a reaction, only getting jeers before he hops down and sneers as he starts getting himself ready for the match mentally.

Silence and darkness. There is nothing. But soon, there is a single clap. A slow clap... that soon escalates into the beginning of Lady GaGa's "Applause". Red and white lights change rapidly, fluttering throughout the darkness. As soon as the chorus begins, the lights go pitch black. That is until the fast pace of the music picks back up and a single light shines from beneath the entrance area. A silhouette stands, motionless, one hand upon one hip, the other throw to the heavens. As the song returns to the chorus, the lights regain their rapid fluttering between red and white lights, and the face of the man known simply as Nero begins his strut to the ring. His face is cold and stoic, absorbing the malice from the audience. They hurl insults and boos at him, and he drinks it up.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Arkham, Massachusetts! He is “THE LEPER MESSIAH” NERO!

Once he reaches the ring the slides under and crawls to the center of the ring, remaining on his knees as the music continues and the lights continue to flutter around him. The boos and the jeers get louder and louder as he continues to stay there, on his knees, in the center of the ring, until the music stops. The lights go dark, save for a single spotlight lighting him from below and to the side, his shadow masking part of the audience. A microphone from above comes to rest just in front of his face as the Leper Messiah himself slowly begins his tirade against humanity.

Kris Cruise: This one has been brewing for months, Stephy. We thought these two were headed on a collision course at Canadian Stampede. But the mind games between these two have only continued since then.

Stephy Auger: This has been quite the twisted… love story? If you could even call it that. Since Nero first showed up here, things between these two have only gotten more and more bizarre. I… I don’t even know what to say when it comes to these two anymore. So let's just sit back and watch the carnage unfold...

Nero leans against the turnbuckles, a broad smile on his face as he stares at Aries pacing back and forth across the ring like a rabid animal waiting to attack. Once the bell rings, Aries shoots across the ring and throws a hard right hand, but Nero ducks underneath. Aries turns around and Nero fires off a rapid succession of boots to Aries midsection. He drives an elbow right between the shoulder blades of the Silver Tongued Devil and then rears back and delivers a stinging right hand that sends Aries staggering from the corner and holding his jaw. Nero fixes his eyes on Aries, and slowly saunters behind him, but once he reaches out and grabs hold of him, Aries shoots an elbow right back into his midsection stopping him in his tracks.

Aries backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Nero rebounds, Aries goes for a lariat, but Nero ducks underneath. He hits the ropes again and comes back, only for Reed to connect with a flying calf kick. Aries quickly springs to his feet, a smirk on his face as he walks towards Nero. The crowd boos as he roughly snatches Nero from the mat, screaming that he’s going to end him and all his damn games, but Nero quickly rakes him across the eyes causing Aries to relinquish his hold and stagger away clawing at his eyes.

The ref jumps in giving Nero a warning, but Nero seems to pay him no mind as he focuses in on Reed with a dastardly smirk. He grabs Reed by the head, walking him towards the corner and viciously slams it against the turnbuckle. He does it again, and again, displaying a bit of a mean streak before turning Aries around and snapmaring him down to the mat. He steps in front of him and delivers a snap sidekick right to his face, the impact drawing an ooh from the crowd. Aries slams back, holding his face as Nero drops down onto him to make the cover.

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Aries kicks out and attempts to roll away, but Nero snatches him back down to the mat, this time driving a forearm into Aries face.

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Aries forcefully kicks out yet again. Nero grabs him by the shoulder and attempts to force him down to the mat once again, but Aries shifts the momentum and delivers a hard right that sends him sprawling back instead. Aries quickly scrambles to his feet and rushes forward, catching Nero with a Front Dropkick and changing the tide of the match. He then goes for a pin.

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Nero kicks out at the count of two and attempts to get up, but Aries snatches him back down into another pin attempt, this time returning the favor and pressing his forearm against Nero’s cheek.

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No! Nero manages to kick out once more. Aries climbs to his feet and gets Nero back up to his before putting him back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for another pin.

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No! Nero gets a shoulder up. Aries gets to a vertical base and gets Nero back to one as well. He goes to whip him across the ring, but Nero reverses it, sending Aries hurtling towards the ropes instead. Nero goes for a lariat, but Aries ducks underneath and grabs Nero into a waistlock. He drives Nero forward towards the ropes, but Nero grabs on and bucks back, the momentum causing Aries to roll backwards onto the mat. Aries rolls to his feet, just as Nero steps forward and connects with a spinning roundhouse that staggers Reed and drops him to a knee. Reed tries to push back to a standing base, but Nero catches him with a spinning back kick and then grabs hold of him and drives him into the mat with a DDT. He hooks the leg for a pin.

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No! Aries gets a shoulder up. Nero rises to his feet as Aries rolls onto his stomach and slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes. Nero stomps him in the back and then sets him up, pulling him into a Mexican Surfboard. The referee drops down, asking The Silver Tongued Devil if he wants to quit, and Aries quickly yells no. Hearing the adamance in Aries’ refusal causes Nero to switch it up a bit as he lowers Aries and modifies the move into a dragon sleeper.

Aries claws wildly, trying to break free from the hold but Nero seems to have it locked in tight. Soon, Aries’ arms begin to flail less and it looks as if he’s fading away when suddenly he throws a clubbing blow upward that connects with the side of Nero’s head and causes him to wince in pain. Nero tries to shake it off and applies more pressure to the hold. Aries gathers his strength and throws another forceful haymaker that connects and causes Nero to lose relinquish the hold.

Aries rolls over onto all fours, clearly feeling the effects of the move as Nero rolls on the mat holding his face. Aries crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Nero slowly climbs to his feet as well, and rushes towards Aries, only to catch a forearm shot that spins him around. Aries quickly grabs hold of him and delivers The 3 Second Delay to boos from the crowd. He crawls over to Nero and nonchalantly drapes an arm over him.

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THRE-- NO!!!! Nero manages to get a shoulder up to boos from the crowd, and a few cheers from those that just don’t want to see The Silver Tongued Devil pick up the victory. Aries climbs to a vertical base and lifts Nero up right into The First Amendment! He then goes for the pin.

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Thre-- No!!! Nero kicks out once again. Aries shakes his head in disbelief, thinking that he’d had the match in the bag. He reaches down and pulls Nero to his feet, setting him up for a vertical suplex. He attempts the move but Nero blocks it, causing Aries to set him back down. He attempts the move again but Nero blocks it and delivers a gut shot and then a knee that keels him over. Nero takes off towards the ropes and bounces back but can’t halt his momentum up as Aries is already up and waiting for him. He hoists Nero up onto his shoulders before delivering a massive Death Valley Driver to a decent pop for the impact of the move amidst a chorus of boos from the crowd. Aries dives on top of Nero to go for the pin.

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THRE--- NOOOO! Somehow Nero manages to get his shoulder up yet again.

Aries just shakes his head and barks at the referee, accusing him of a slow count on that one. The ref holds up a two, but it’s clearly not enough to convince Aries who continues arguing. Finally he turns his attention back to Nero who has pulled himself up to a knee. He grabs hold of him but Nero falls back to the mat, using the momentum to catapult Aries face first into the turnbuckle.

Aries turns and slumps against it, momentarily stunned as he holds his head. Nero crawls to the opposite corner and slowly pulls himself to his feet. He glances across the ring and sees Aries still trying to recover so he storms across, looking to deliver Hail Caesar!

Aries gathers his wits just in time and moves out of the way just in the nick of time as Nero’s foot viciously slams into the middle turnbuckle. Nero quickly turns around and sees Aries storming towards him now. Reacting quickly, Nero sidesteps and causes Aries to slam into the turnbuckle. Aries staggers back right the Fall From Grace! Nero slithers over towards Aries and drapes an arm over him.

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Aries manages to kick out this time and it’s Nero left with the look of sheer disbelief. He slowly staggers to his feet and struggles to get Aries back to his. He backs Aries into the ropes and whips him across the ring and when he returns Nero looks to deliver a spinebuster, but Aries slips from his grasp and lands on his feet! Aries surges forward, looking to connect with a lariat, but Nero ducks underneath!

Aries stops in his tracks and turns around and Nero goes for a spinning roundhouse, but Aries blocks it, swatting Nero’s leg down and spinning him so that he’s positioned behind Nero and grabs him into a waistlock. He drives Nero forward into the corner turnbuckle and then rolls backward, looking to hit the Chaos Theory! But Nero manages to use the momentum in his favor, flipping free of Aries grasp and landing on his feet. Aries turns around with a surprised expression, only for Nero to step up and hit The Odyssey! He then rolls over onto Aries, draping a leg over him as well for the weird pin.

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“Applause” plays over the PA as the crowd boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, NERO!

Kris Cruise: Nero pulls off the shocking upset, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: He definitely does. I thought Aries was going to steamroll right over Nero. But unfortunately for Aries, Nero picked up the win. Of course, there’s always the chance that these two could meet up in the Rumble. So Aries could get his revenge later on tonight.

[FGA Office]

We cut a long way away from the Giant Center arena, to the locker rooms backstage, and inside that locker room we see Johnny Karma is watching and rewatching the beatdown he took from The New Kings at the end of the most recent episode of Vertigo, and he’s clearly been watching it for some time as Cherry Baum looks on with a concerned look on her face

Cherry Baum: J-K, don’t you think you’ve been watching that enough?

Rather than answer right away, Karma taps his index finger against his phone’s screen to pause the video before he places the phone on the bench next to him. With that done, Karma wipes a hand over his mouth before he looks up towards Cherry to answer

Johnny Karma: Probably, but there’s a good reason for me watching the same thing over and over again.

At first Cherry is expecting some quip about the Call of Duty series, or even the Marvel Spammymatic Universe, before she realises that Karma has said all he needs to say and is leaving it at that. Getting a little bit more concerned, Cherry sits on the bench next to Karma and slide towards him, placing a reassuring hand on his arm

Cherry Baum: You really shouldn’t be watching that, you’ve already spent the last couple of weeks having what happened go over in your mind again and again, so there’s no need to watch something where you know what happened, because you were there.

At first Karma looks like he’s going to brush off Cherry’s words, and he moves to pull his arm away – but then he relents, and looks Cherry in the eye

Johnny Karma: It’s okay, Miss Baum, I’m not watching this because I think I should punish myself, or because I’m fixating on what happened. What I’m actually doing is watching for this…

Karma picks up his phone and taps the screen once again, and we can hear the audio as Karma and Cherry watch what is unfolding – and what we hear more than anything else is the audio turning from jeers to cheers, and it’s at this point where Karma taps the screen once more

Johnny Karma: What interests me isn’t watching the three of them beat the kuzi out of me once again, because if I wanted to punish myself by watching something painful I’d binge-watch The Mindy Project – what I do find interesting is just how long it took for the cavalry to show up. I mean, think about it, if you’re hanging around backstage at the end of the night, you’d think that a couple of guys rushing past you and making a beeline for the ringside area would catch your attention – but instead it takes a while before Fuji, Valero, Reid, Darling and Storm get their act together and hit the ring to even things up, and that’s what’s got me curious.

Cherry slides in a little closer

Cherry Baum: Curious how?

Johnny Karma: Well first of all, while you can say there was plenty of reason for Nero, Darling and Reid to want to get their hands on The Three Evyens given what happened on the previous show, and you can say Storm had his reasons given Diamond walked out on him and left him to take on a couple of opponents on his own, but Fuji? Now that’s interesting.

Karma places the phone back on the bench beside him

Johnny Karma: More than anything else, though, this video is the perfect preparation for the GRR because it reminds me of one thing: while it’s possible that somebody might do you a solid and help you when somebody is trying to take you out, the fact remains that somebody was trying to take you out in the first place so you better have an eye and an ear - and in the case of Jimmy Page a nose – because it doesn’t matter if they’re a King or a street-sweeper, somebody’s always looking to get one step closer to victory by making sure both your feet hit the floor.

At this point Karma raises an eyebrow, almost as if he’s thought of something

Johnny Karma: …and that’s how I’ve been going about this all wrong. I shouldn’t have been worried about The Three Douches looking to divide and conquer their way to victory, I should’ve been thinking about everyone else who has a reason to make sure that’s not what happens. I’ve been thinking about people getting distracted due to the baggage they might be carrying into the match, but there’s four people and me whose baggage looks an awful lot like Carmine, Cannon and Diamond – and that has me more curious than anything else, because while the luck of the draw could have the three of them buzzed into the match one after the other, it’s just as likely that there could be one of them facing two or three or four people who have more bones than the American Museum of Natural History to pick with them.

At this point, Karma suddenly gets up from the bench, invigorated by the sudden revelation, and once he stands he looks at himself in the mirror

Johnny Karma: I shouldn’t be thinking of the possibility of being on the end of yet another three-on-one beating, I should be going into the match with no fear because it’s just as likely that I’ll be walking into the ring at a time when one of those three is taking a three-on-one beating of their own and finding out how much it sucks to have three people jump them and put the boots to them just because they can. And by going into the match with no fear, I shouldn’t be focusing on the bad things that can happen, I should be focusing on just how vindicating it will be to throw that last opponent over the top rope to the floor and win this thing, because I’ve shown Carmine twice that I can beat him at his own game – and now it’s time to go for the hat trick.

Fired up and ready, Karma marches out of the locker room door and into the hallway, and Cherry quickly gets up and follows him

Cherry Baum: Wait, J-K, where are you going?

Karma pauses, and looks back over his shoulder

Johnny Karma: Just making sure I have a backup plan…

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

FATAL 4-WAY
Mark Storm vs. Molly Reid vs. Danny Diamond vs. Nero Darling

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a fatal fourway match. Introducing first, from Cheshire, England, weighing in 213 pounds … DANNY DIAMOND!

The HBO instrumental edit of 50 Cent's "Ready For War" hits, as gold fog covers the stage, with a silhouette seen in the middle of it. After the first few seconds, once the beat kicks in, Danny Diamond jogs out from in the midst of the fog, with a grin on his face and his hands held up; his fingers forming a diamond. He stops on the top of the entrance ramp, where he takes a moment to view his surroundings before making his way down to the ring. While walking there, he ignores the jeers coming from the fans as he maintains his signature arrogant smirk, eventually making it to the squared circle, which he slides in under the bottom rope. Upon entering, Danny walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the middle rope, repeating his diamond pose from the stage. He, afterwards, jumps back down to the canvas.

Stephy Auger: There he is, Kris. The mastermind who has tortured his three opponents for weeks.

Kris Cruise: Mastermind? He framed a mentally ill man, preying on Mark Storm’s weaknesses to turn Molly and Nero against him!

Stephy Auger: And he did it so well too. But two weeks ago, Danny Diamond revealed it was him who stole their clothes before letting Mark Storm take the fall in the tag team match. And that night he challenged all three of them to this match, just for the extra challenge.

The lights in the arena begin to dim and the FGA audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Storm is Coming" by Junkie XL begins to play through the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the stage and the audience begin to applaud, as emerging from the clouded mist is the self proclaimed spokesman of a generation - Mark Storm, who stands tall at the top of the entrance ramp. A smile is plastered on his face as he marvels at the scenery, embracing all the cheers as he close his eyes and widens his arms before coming down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 225 pounds.. He is the spokesman of a generation.. ladies and gentlemen give it up for, MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM!

Standing by the edge of the ring, he lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him as he jumps onto the apron before he slingshots his way over the top rope. Dressed in his usual wrestling attire; consisting on black boots, with black knee pads, wrestling trunks with his name written on them and with stars coming down both sides, tape wrapped around his elbows, and mixed martial arts styled gloves. He falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at the heavens as his theme music slowly begins to fade out.

Kris Cruise: That is not the expression of a happy man, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Mark wasn’t happy about being framed, nor about the tag team match. Tonight is his chance for some vindication, revenge for what Danny Diamond put him through.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Los Angeles, California … MOLLY REID!

The lights in the arena dim as Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, bouncing around with a happy grin on her face, singing along to the song. She walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd, reaching out and high fiving some of them. She slides into the ring and jumps up, holding her arms in the air as the crowd cheers loudly. Molly runs to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner.

Stephy Auger: And this woman; Molly wants revenge for having her clothes stolen, and for being made to look a fool by Danny Diamond. Although she doesn’t really need his help for that.

Kris Cruise: Uncalled for. Two weeks ago Molly and Nero teamed together to face their opponents; tonight it’s everybody for themselves. Do you think they’re ready for a match such as this, and how badly do they want this when they’ve got the Gold Rush Rumble later tonight?

Stephy Auger: No doubt they’ll give this everything they have, Kris. They’ll have to if they want that revenge against Danny Diamond. But with the Rumble match looming over their heads, they’ll need to find that reserve tank quickly.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Louisville, in the Kentuckies... YOUR GLORIOUS LEADER... NERO DARLING!!!

The lights dim down before the opening strains of "Hate Me Now" by Nas sweep through the arena and the Nerolings begin screaming in anticipation. Teal blue lights sweep through the crowd and over the ring until they center on Nero Darling. She steps out onto the stage, her face and signature blue hair hidden under the hood of a black sweatshirt. Her head bowed so that her face is in the shadows of the hoodie as she pauses at the top of the ramp. As the beat picks up intensity, Nero stretches her arms out and walks slowly towards the ring. The lights pick up the words on the back of her hoodie, cursive and embossed in gold, "Ms. 502". She basks in the screams and cheers of the audience and hides a bright grin in the shadows of her hoodie.

She finally breaks into a run, sliding into the ring on her stomach and popping up to her feet as she throws the hoodie off and runs to the ring ropes, hopping up on the middle rope with her arms outstretched. She holds the pose as the beat picks up around her and she blows kisses to her fans, many of whom are holding up signs emblazoned with her name and hearts. Nero drops down to the canvas and bounces in place with a bright smile on her face as she waits for the match to begin.

Stephy Auger: Here we go!

The bell sounds to start the match as all four competitors remain in their respective corners. The crowd are torn between the three that Diamond all played like fiddles over recent weeks, while jeering the member of the New Kings. As Diamond strides out of his corner, the three of them surround him.

Kris Cruise: Looks like Danny Diamond wasn’t happy with just figuratively walking into the lions den, but now he wants to literally do it as well.

Stephy Auger: He’s one of the best in FGA, Kris. He needs three opponents just to get some competition around here.

Storm moves forward first, catching Diamond with a hard right hand. But Danny fires one right back before catching Storm with a knee lift to the midsection to double him over. Molly and Nero move in, but Diamond launches himself forward with a double clothesline. They get back up as Danny remains on the offensive, catching Molly with a forearm shot to the face before doing the same to Nero. But as he hasn’t accounted for Mark Storm being up again. The Spokesman for a Generation nails Danny with some hard forearm shots before runs in with a shotgun dropkick! That sends Diamond rolling away, but he picks himself up in time to catch a Molly roundhouse kick to the side of the head. As he hits the mat, all three of his opponents stomp away at the former Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion until he rolls out of the ring.

Kris Cruise: The numbers game just too much for him there, but now what’s going to happen here?

Storm finds himself in the middle of the two women; he looks to his left and sees Molly standing there, then to his right where Nero Darling is looking back at him.

Stephy Auger: Now the pawn needs to defend himself…

Storm fires off a back elbow to Molly, sending her reeling back a step before he drives a knee up into the midsection of Nero. He sends her head first into the top turnbuckle before she falls back into the corner, allowing Storm the opportunity to stomp a mudhole in the midsection of Nero Darling! The fan’s boos turn to cheers, however, as Molly grabs Storm from behind, spins him around, and fires off some forearm shots to the face.

He finds himself backed against the ropes before Molly goes for the Irish whip. Storm hits the far ropes and rebounds, coming back with a flying clothesline! Both of them get back up, and Storm promptly body slams Molly down to the mat. A few stomps are all that he can get in before Nero catches him from behind with a missile dropkick, having leapt off the middle rope! Storm is sent across the ring as Nero pops back up to her feet, and comes to face to face with Molly Reid.

Kris Cruise: There’s no friends in a match like this, no matter what you might think.

Indeed. Nero runs at her opponent, ducking under Molly’s clothesline attempt as she hits the ropes. Darling rebounds, coming back with a headscissors takedown! Molly lands on her back but quickly scrambles to her feet as Nero meets her with a dropkick. Again, Molly gets up, and again Nero hits her with a dropkick that this time knocks her through the ropes, all the way to the outside. The crowd are cheering Nero Darling on as she poses for them in the center of the ring, getting ready to fly. But as she sets off against the ropes for momentum, Storm catches her with a spinebuster. And she gets rolled up into a pin.

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Storm gets back to his feet with Nero in tow, as he whips her towards the corner. He follows her in with a back elbow, crushing the petite Darling against the turnbuckle, before delivering a CCS enziguiri. Nero slumps to a seated position in the corner as Storm delivers a couple of stomps, before he sets off against the far ropes for momentum. But he’s caught; a recovered Danny Diamond grabs Mark Storm by the ankles, tripping him up and dragging him out under the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: You have to have eyes in the back of your head in matches like this, Kris. And Danny Diamond, having recovered from that attack in the beginning, just caught Storm by surprise.

Kris Cruise: And now this match is spilling to the outside.

Diamond catches Storm with a hard right, rocking him where he stands. But Mark fires one right back. The two of them continue trading blows in the entrance to the aisleway as Molly rolls back into the ring. She runs against the far ropes, coming back with a suicide dive through the ropes, taking out both Diamond and Storm to rapturous applause!

All three of them are down on the outside as Nero begins to stir from her position down in a corner. She sees her opponents beginning to stir outside the ring, so she heads towards them. Nero climbs up the turnbuckle as the three of them on the outside start to regain their vertical bases. And just in time as Nero moonsaults off the top rope, all the way to the outside!

Kris Cruise: Holy…Nero Darling going high risk to take out her opponents there.

Stephy Auger: She’s a daredevil, Kris. And speaking this week she seems to have found the passion that’s been lacking since she arrived here in FGA.

Kris Cruise: If this is her with her flame reignited, then I’m excited for the future, Stephy.

Nero gets back to her feet first, grabbing up Danny Diamond and rolling him back into the ring. She follows him in and makes the cover.

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Molly breaks up the pin!

Reid reaching in to pull Nero off, before rolling in. Nero gets to her feet first, meeting Molly with some chops to the chest. Nero goes for the Irish whip, sending Molly against the ropes. But she lowers her head too early, and Reid is able to counter with a spinning neckbreaker. But Molly doesn’t waste any time; she grabs Nero up in a rear waist lock and hoists her up to her feet before taking her over with a bridging German suplex.

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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: Mark Storm in the nick of time!

A driving elbow across the torso of Molly Reid is enough to break up the cover. Nero rolls towards the edge of the ring as Storm picks Molly up and sends her running towards the corner with an Irish whip. He follows her in with a running splash! Reid staggers out of the corner, but Mark is already on the move, springboarding off the middle rope with a sweet Superman punch!

Kris Cruise: The Punch of Life connects! This could be over right here!

Molly falls to the mat as Storm drop down on top of her.

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THR-NOO!

Danny Diamond breaks up the cover this time, stomping at the back of Mark Storm’s head. He drags Storm back to his feet and connects with a European uppercut. And another. These are enough to send Mark stumbling towards the corner, as Diamond connects with a jumping splash. An Irish whip sends Storm from pillar to post, and Diamond comes charging across the ring after him with a running jumping double knee strike – NO!

Storm moves out of the way, and Diamond hits the turnbuckle with both knees. A roundhouse kick connects, sending Danny slumping back against the turnbuckle as this crowd begins to cheer for Mark Storm again – they know he was framed and did no wrong in the lead up to this match! With their cheers ringing in his ears, Storm lays into Danny with some forearm shots before lifting him up to a seated position on the top rope. Mark climbs up after him, hooking him by the waist band as he attempts the superplex…

Stephy Auger: Danny Diamond fighting with everything he has right now.

Kris Cruise: Those right hands finding their mark, though. He might just escape this situation unscathed.

Another shot to the midsection weakens Storm’s grip further, but still he desperately keeps hold of Danny’s waist band. But Mark doesn’t see the other two sneaking up on him; Molly and Nero have recovered and reach up with one arm each, hooking Storm between the legs. With their collective might, they manage to lift him off the middle rope with a powerbomb, bringing Diamond with him with the avalanche superplex!

Kris Cruise: Did you see the ring shake there?!

Diamond is half way across the ring, laid out after that one as Storm is squirming in the center of the ring. Molly drops to make the cover on Storm.

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Nero makes the save.

Nero drags Molly back to her feet and goes for a toe kick, but Reid catches her boot, countering with a dragon screw leg whip. Molly pushes herself back to a vertical base, waiting for a moment for Nero to do the same as she runs against the ropes for momentum – NO! Storm is back on his feet as he snatches Molly up in a fireman’s carry, dropping her with Dystopia! And a hook of the leg!

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Nero makes the save! She drags Storm back to his feet and peppers him with forearm shots before going for an Irish whip towards the corner. But he reverses, sending Darling hurtling towards the corner. He follows her in with a high knee strike. Nero gets rocked, and Storm hoists her up across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry – NO!

Kris Cruise: Danny Diamond out of nowhere!

A Sudden Death Superkick to the throat takes Storm down, causing him to drop Nero. But Diamond doesn’t go for the cover, instead turning his attention to Nero. He drags her up to her feet and goes for a powerbomb, but Nero counters with a hurricanrana! Danny is sent sprawling forward, landing throat first across the middle rope as Nero scrambles back to her feet.

Stephy Auger: What does she have in mind here?

Nero hits the far ropes for momentum, coming back with a tiger feint kick through the ropes, catching Danny square in the face! He falls to the mat, and Nero steadies herself on the outside, before leaping in with a springboard 450 splash! And the cover!

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THR-NOO!

Diamond kicks out at the last second, and Nero can’t quite believe it. She sits up in shock, looking to the referee who assures her it was a two count. After a moment of contemplation and rest, Nero picks herself up and rolls Diamond over onto his front. She stands by his feet, positioning herself for the Muta lock!

Kris Cruise: Nero Darling looking for the submission hold here.

Stephy Auger: Can she get it locked in though?

Darling reaches up, trying to grab Danny around the head. But she’s too short. She’s still got the legs hooked though in a modified Indian deathlock as Molly Reid crawls over, applying a crossface submission hold to Danny Diamond. The pair of them each with a submission hold applied as Danny Diamond has little choice but to tap out in the center of the ring…

Kris Cruise: What just happened?

Stephy Auger: Danny Diamond tapping out, but to which move?

Nero and Molly both get to their feet to celebrate, but stop as they see one each other doing the same thing.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that since Danny Diamond submitted to both holds, your winners this evening, MOLLY REID AND NERO DARLING!

The referee raises the arms of both ladies as the crowd continue cheering them on.

Kris Cruise: They beat Danny Diamond, tonight. His evil games backfired, and tonight he’s been made to pay for what he put these three through over the recent weeks.

Stephy Auger: And of course, all of these four will be in action later on in the Gold Rush Rumble. But there’ll be no room for two winners. Only one.

[FGA Office]

As the show fades backstage, we join Ricky Valero and Luke Jackson already in mid-conversation. Things are clearly tense between the FGA World Tag Team Champions as both prep for the Gold Rush Rumble later tonight.

Ricky Valero: So I know you have a lot of super important things going on, but are you going to be able to remain focused on this match tonight?

He flashes a smug grin as Luke stares back at him with daggers in his eyes.

Luke Jackson: I am focused. I always am. It sounds to me like you’re the one with the problem tonight.

Ricky Valero: Look, man, I’m just saying, I know your head’s been elsewhere for the last couple of weeks. But it’s Rumble time and we both have a huge opportunity tonight. I’d hate for either of us to waste it by not being 100% focused on making that dream a reality. We have to have each other’s backs, play the numbers game and give ourselves the best odds to have one of us leave Hershey as the number one contender for the FGA World Championship.

Luke Jackson: I hear you saying that man, but I know you’re really only concerned with yourself and how things fair for you. Can I even trust you?

Ricky snickers.

Ricky Valero: I’m not going to stand here and try to deny I want to win tonight. I’m going in there and giving it 100%. My concern is whether or not you are too, Luke. I’ve said it a million times and I’ll say it again...we both came here with a goal in mind and that was to be the best. Tonight, only one of us can win, but I’d like to make sure that one of us DOES win. This right here...this issue we’re having isn’t helping matters. We’re a team, Luke, and we need to go in there with that mentality. Sure, our paths are going to cross, but I’d like it to be when we’re the last two standing in the ring tonight.

He extends his hand toward Luke.

Ricky Valero: I’ve made some mistakes recently, and I’ll own up to that. I should’ve had your back at Vertigo. I should’ve been a better partner this entire time. But we’re here now, tag team champs and with a great chance to climb another rung up the ladder. We have to stay on the same page. We have to remain cohesive and keep utilizing this partnership to catapult us to where we want to be, Luke, and that means working through these problems and knocking our foes on their asses. We have to be on top of our game.

Luke stares at Ricky’s hand for a few moments, but finally obliges and meets him halfway with a handshake.

Luke Jackson: I’m good if you’re good, Ricky. Just make sure you have my back tonight, okay?

Ricky Valero: You know you can trust me, Luke. I owe you one. Now come on...we’ve got ourselves a title shot to win.

Ricky pats Luke on the back and they start to head off screen. The scene fades.

[FGA Office]

As the cameras switch backstage, Spencer Burke is seen wandering along a corridor, seemingly searching for potential interviewees. Continuing along the corridor, Spencer stops in his tracks when he spots a face he recognizes, but one that he is surprised to see.

Spencer Burke: Natalie?

The view from the camera widens to show a former member of the FGA roster: Natalie McKinley.

Natalie McKinley: Hi, Spencer.

Spencer Burke: What are you doing here?

Natalie tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before responding to the question.

Natalie McKinley: Well, last night, like a lot of the men and women in action here tonight, I was at Annie Zellor's birthday party. And after enjoying myself at Annie's party, I chose to then make the journey to Hershey as well, so that I too could be here for tonight's show.

Spencer Burke: Are you going to be a surprise entrant in the Gold Rush Rumble?

Natalie laughs off the question.

Natalie McKinley: Not this year, Spencer. And anyway, if I was going to be in the match, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you about it in advance, now would it?

Spencer Burke: No, I guess not.

Natalie grins.

Natalie McKinley: I'm simply here to enjoy an evening of top class wrestling - there's nothing more to it than that. It's the first time I've attended an FGA show since I was released from my contract, at the end of January last year.

Spencer Burke: Well, you definitely picked a great show to attend.

Natalie nods her head in agreement.

Natalie McKinley: I'm glad to be here. I may only have been part of the roster for around three months, but I still keep a keen eye on the goings-on in FGA.

Spencer Burke: Will we ever see you compete in an FGA ring again?

Natalie shrugs her shoulders.

Natalie McKinley: Who knows? Never say never.

She then winks at Spencer.

Natalie McKinley: Now, Spencer, if you'll please excuse me, I want to try to find Annie, to wish her good luck for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship match.

The cameras then cut away.

[FGA Office]

NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH
for the MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Izzy Anders vs. Annie Zellor vs. Savannah Taylor

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a no disqualification triple threat match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy title match. Introducing first, the challenger, from Staten Island, New York … 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.

Kris Cruise: Now it’s time for what is definitely one of the most anticipated matches on the card, Stephy. The triple threat match to determine the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion.

Stephy Auger: Absolutely. And Izzy Anders has become the most dominant champion in FGA history since winning that title belt nearly ten months ago, Kris. Defeating the likes of Cami Magna, Fujiko Mine, Dom Harter, and Salem Cartier to get to this stage.

Kris Cruise: But she’s run afoul of these two, and seemed to have got in the middle of their rivalry. Annie Zellor, the long time fan favorite here in FGA set to compete for her first singles title match. And with them is this woman…

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, the challenger, from Las Vegas, Nevada … SAVANNAH TAYLOR!

The fans in the arena begin to calm down when the lights suddenly fade to black. The noise of the crowd is replaced by a loud whistle emanating from the sound system. The whistle repeats, only this time it is accompanied by a few riffs from a synthesizer. As the synth pulses on for a few seconds, red strobe lights around the entrance begin to pulse in perfect synch with the music. The heavy guitar and drum tandem that follows truly signals the beginning of “Engel” by Rammstein. The black of the arena has been replaced by a vivid crimson as the song plays on. The fans immediately leap to their feet and show their displeasure at the arrival of the one and only Savannah Taylor. The blonde steps out onto the stage for a few seconds and glances to either side of her before walking purposefully down the aisle, an air of arrogance displayed in her gait. She climbs the steps and stands on the apron, scanning the crowd before shaking her head at the fans. Stepping into the ring, she stands in the center and raises her hands above her head, seeming to soak in the boos. She then rests her back against the turnbuckle and waits for the lights to return to normal and the music to fade out.

Kris Cruise: Savannah Taylor came so close to becoming the new Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion a few weeks ago, if not for Annie Zellor causing the referee to reverse his decision.

Stephy Auger: Because it’s not the right thing to do? That goodie-goodie just wanted to stir the pot and stick it to Savannah because she couldn’t hack what happened at Canadian Stampede.

Kris Cruise: When, of course, Savannah cheated to defeat Annie. But now they’re set to face off again tonight, stepping into this triple threat match with someone who some fans are naming the most dangerous woman in FGA history.

Stephy Auger: I’d be hard pressed to name anyone more dangerous and prolific than Izzy Anders, Kris. She’s defeated so many big names since coming here last year, and let’s not forget what she did to Triple Crown winner, Dom Harter, last year at Final Frontier.

Kris Cruise: Who can forget that?

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, hailing from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, she is the reigning and defending Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion … IZZY ANDERS!

“Key Entity Extraction V: Sentry the Defiants” by Coheed and Cambria opening guitar settles the crowd. They know who is coming, but remain unsure if they should cheer or boo. When the lyrics begin to come in, Izzy Anders makes her way from the back. She stands on the stage, looking out at the audience. She bathes in the rapid cascades of red, yellow, and orange. She looks up for a moment, devoid of any of the gleeful energy she once had. She shakes her head and lets out a war cry. She then takes down the walkway, taking somewhat heavy steps at a quickened pace.

Once she reaches the edge of the ring, she leaps onto the apron. There, she spins around the ropes, turning her back to them and hooking her arms around them. She lets out an excited yell, before flipping backward into the ring. She looks around the whole arena, not pandering nor alienating them. It’s sure that Izzy is only focused on the match at hand, not on anything else. She looks around the ring, showing her untrusting nature, but finally comforts herself. As she concludes her search, she crouches down to the mat, and begins to crack joints. She only waits for the bell to ring.

Stephy Auger: All three of them are in the ring, and the bell sounds to start this one off. The other question, Kris, is how much are these three willing to give, knowing there’s still the Gold Rush Rumble later tonight?

Kris Cruise: They’ll all give one hundred and ten percent, Stephy. Any less just isn’t enough. But they’ll be at a distinct disadvantage since there’s only one more match between this and the rumble, and that’s the World championship match between Cyncity and Zero McHannon. But before then, lets get this match underway.

The referee raises the belt above his head, showing it off to the fans and wrestlers alike; the trio in the ring all look up at it so they know just what they’re competing for, as they remain in their corners for a moment. As they begin to circle the ring, Annie finds herself the target of both opponents as Izzy and Savannah turn their attention towards the former tag champ. Savannah steps forward, but catches a forearm shot to the face for her trouble. Izzy moves in, but Annie drills her with a forearm shot to the face.

The pair of them stumble towards the center of the ring as Annie runs at them, only to get caught by a double back elbow smash! Down goes Zellor, but Savannah drags her to her feet and chops the chest. Annie staggers, turning around to be met by a palm strike from Izzy Anders. That turns Zellor back to Savannah, who’s hit the ropes for a Yakuza kick!

Kris Cruise: Annie Zellor finding herself the target here in the early goings, but wait. What’s this?

Annie rolls away, leaving Savannah and Izzy in the center of the ring as they turn to look at one another. Taylor lunges forward with a clothesline, but Izzy ducks under the arm and counters with a forearm smash to the face. And a European uppercut to follow, backing Savannah against the ropes. An Irish whip sends Savannah against the ropes, but she comes flying back with a Lou Thesz press! The crowd almost cheer as she rains down blows across Izzy’s face; the champion covering up to block most of the shots, but still Savannah keeps throwing them.

Finally, Taylor gets back to her feet as she stomps away at the prone body of Izzy Anders. She drags the champion back to her feet, but again Anders fights back. She rakes the eyes of Taylor, causing her to stumble back a step before Izzy drives her back into the corner with a shoulder thrust. The champion drives the shoulder up into the midsection repeatedly, forcing the air out of Savannah’s lung, before she sends the challenger from pillar to post with an Irish whip. Savannah hits the turnbuckle hard, and Izzy charges in after her with a running European uppercut! She heads back across the ring and comes in again, with another uppercut, before going to the well one more time – but Izzy stops. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Annie getting up on the outside, and Izzy changes direction. She throws herself forward with a baseball slide, but Annie dodges the attack.

Stephy Auger: Izzy just got caught there, and this match looks to have already spilled to the outside.

Kris Cruise: What can Annie do from here?

He says as Zellor grabs the legs of the champion, dragging her from the ring with a thud. Annie turns slightly so her back is facing the ring post, and she proceeds to slingshot Izzy Anders face first into the cold steel! The crowd cheer as Izzy slumps to the floor, and Annie takes to stomping at the prone body of the champion.

Zellor picks the champion up and throws her back first into the steel guard rail, whereupon she fires off some shoot kicks to the chest. Izzy is left open, her arms spread to support herself as Annie keeps kicking. The crowd cheering her on all the while, even as she climbs back up on the ring apron. Annie turns to face the crowd, preparing herself to jump, when Savannah catches her from behind. A dropkick to the back sends Zellor flying off the apron; she lands on the guard rail after Izzy dives out of the way!

Kris Cruise: Oh, that had to hurt!

Annie falls off the guard rail, landing in the crowd as Savannah slides out of the ring. She grabs Izzy up by the hair and slams her face first against the apron before rolling her back into the ring. She follows her in and makes the cover.

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Izzy kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Izzy and Annie have taken the brunt of the impact thus far, but this match is a long way from over just yet.

Stephy Auger: Both challengers recognize the threat that Izzy poses; they know she’s the most dominant champion for a reason, and they need to neutralize her.

Savannah kneels there for a second as the referee shows her two fingers. Regardless, Savannah rolls out of the ring and lifts up the apron. In an instant, she has a steel chair in hand, which she slides into the ring before rolling in after it. As Taylor grabs the chair up off the mat and raises it above her head, however, Izzy catches her with a shot to the midsection. And another. Anders gets back to her feet and catches Savannah with a toe kick to the midsection, causing the challenger to drop the chair, before Savannah gets DDT’ed onto it! Izzy rolls her over and hooks the leg.

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Annie makes the save!

Zellor dropping an elbow across the back of the champion to break the cover, before she drags Izzy back to her feet. An Irish whip sends Izzy towards the corner as Annie follows her in, running right into the big boot. Izzy throws her opponent back into the corner and fires off some machine gun punches. They’re wearing Annie down, forcing her to a seated position as Izzy places her boot across the throat, choking out Zellor. The referee is helpless to intervene since it’s no disqualification, but Anders relent before her opponent turns blue. Annie is gasping for air, but there’s no relenting as Izzy changes her attack to stomps instead.

With both of her opponents down, Izzy stands tall in the center of the ring; the crowd here in Hershey boo her heavily, even as she climbs out of the ring to look under the apron. Savannah is beginning to stir, but Izzy has time to search before finally pulling out a table.

Stephy Auger: We just keep everything under that ring, don’t we?

Kris Cruise: Izzy Anders looking to take advantage of the no disqualification rule; she said she wanted to hurt her opponents, and that’s definitely one way to go about it.

Izzy places that table against the guard rail before going under the ring again; she pulls out another chair and a steel trash can, both of which she throws into the ring, before turning back to the table. But she’s taken too long; Savannah has rolled out of the ring and is moving around it to sneak up on Izzy. A clubbing blow to the back catches the champion by surprise, sending Izzy stumbling forward. She turns around in time to see the knee lift to the midsection coming, but can’t do anything to avoid it, before getting hot shotted across the guard rail.

Annie rolls out of the ring to join them, spinning Savannah around as Annie throws a right hook. But it’s blocked! Savannah fires off a right hand of her own, and another that sends Annie staggering backwards. But Zellor turns on a dime and lunges forward with a clothesline – NO! Savannah ducks underneath, and Annie slams into the champion! Down goes Izzy, and Taylor grabs Annie from behind with a back suplex. Annie rolls through and lands on her feet, though. A taka geri high kick from Annie is ducked, and Savannah counters with a spinning back fist!

Kris Cruise: The Desert Rose connects!

It drops Annie to one knee, as Savannah takes a run up for the shining wizard! And she hooks a leg.

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Annie kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Savannah has to be frustrated that wasn’t more than a two count, Kris. She caught that back fist flush, but somehow Annie Zellor finds a way to kick out.

The frustration evident on her face as Savannah rolls Annie back into the ring before climbing in after her. She grabs up one of the chairs and wedges it in the corner, between the top and middle turnbuckle. But by the time she’s turned back to Annie, Izzy has slid back into the ring as she cracks Savannah across the back with the other chair! Taylor howls in pain as she bends forward, leaving herself open to another chair shot!

Kris Cruise: Vicious chair shot by Izzy Anders!

Izzy throws the chair down and instead opts for the Irish whip, sending Savannah towards the corner. She runs in after her, but Savannah gets the boot up! Izzy runs into it face first, staggering away as Annie grabs her up in a three quarter facelock, running up Savannah’s body in the corner before taking Izzy down with a shiranui! The crowd pops as Annie scrambles back to her feet, rushing to the corner where she catches Savannah with a discus clothesline, before delivering a bulldog out of the corner!

Kris Cruise: I Gots Skiillz! And just listen to these fans.

Zellor pops back up to her feet as she grabs the trash can, positioning it in the center of the ring as she grabs Izzy up off the mat. Annie doubles her opponent over with a knee to the midsection and hooks her in position for the suplex. But Izzy blocks it, wrapping her foot around Annie’s. Zellor tries again, but this time Izzy fires off some punches to the side, forcing Annie to weaken her grip. Izzy is able to reverse the advantage, placing Annie in a standing headscissors as she wraps her arms around the midsection ready to lift her – NO! Savannah slams a chair across Izzy’s back, before Annie delivers a back body drop, sending the Legacy champion back first across the trash can!

Stephy Auger: Annie Zellor with a lucky escape there, as Izzy lands on the trash can!

Izzy rolls away in pain, making her way towards the edge of the ring, leaving Annie and Savannah to duke it out. Taylor swings the chair, but Annie ducks and runs against the ropes, springboarding off them with a roundhouse kick! It sends the chair crashing into Savannah’s face, and Annie goes for the cover.

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Savannah kicks out!

Kris Cruise: So close for Annie Zellor, but Savannah survives the chair shot to the face.

Stephy Auger: All three of these women will dig deep to survive this one, Kris. There’s too much at stake to stop now.

Annie sits up, looking around the arena as she tries to catch her breath. After a moment, she gets back to her feet and lifts Savannah up with her. An Irish whip sends Savannah into the corner where the chair is wedged as Annie runs in after her, delivering a monkey flip! Taylor flies across the ring, landing back first with a thud as Annie lifts herself up to the middle rope. She waits patiently for a few seconds as Savannah picks herself up. Groggy and dazed, she slowly gets back to her feet as Annie leaps off the middle rope with a knee strike to the face! And the cover.

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THR-NO!

Savannah gets the shoulder up again. The referee assures Annie it was only a two count, but she’s not arguing. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she sees Izzy beginning to stir on the outside. Having recovered from being put through the trash can, the champion is getting to her feet as Zellor makes her way towards the ropes. With a slingshot crossbody, Annie flies over the top rope to take out the champion! The crowd cheer again, and even louder as Annie points towards the table.

Kris Cruise: Annie looking to use the table here. What does she have in mind?

The table is set up on the outside, even after Annie fumbles with the legs. She grabs Izzy by the head and slams her face first across the wooden surface, before finally rolling Izzy on top of it. Annie climbs up onto the ring apron, taking a run up as she leaps off with an elbow drop!

Stephy Auger: Nobody home!

Izzy rolls out of the way as Annie slams into the table! It doesn’t budge either, leaving Zellor holding her ribs in agony. But the champion doesn’t have any sympathy; she’s on her feet, stomping away at the ribcage of Annie Zellor before dragging her up to her feet. With a driving shoulder, Annie is sent back first into the apron and again the youngster cries out in pain. A couple of European uppercuts land, and Izzy lifts Annie into a seated position on the apron. She climbs up herself before lifting Annie to her feet. A clubbing blow to the back leaves Zellor indisposed as Izzy grabs her in a rear waistlock. She goes to lift, but Annie clings to the top rope to fight her off. Izzy tries again, but Annie still has hold of the rope – until Savannah comes barrelling across the ring with a spear!

Both Izzy and Annie are knocked off the apron, and sent crashing through the table as if breaks in half this time! The pair of them are laid out at ringside as a weary Savannah rolls out of the ring to fetch Izzy Anders. The pair of them enter the ring under the bottom rope as Savannah makes the cover.

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THR-NOO!

Kris Cruise: Izzy kicks out after being put through that table. What resilience from the champion here.

Undeterred, Savannah lifts the champion back to her feet. The broken trash can gets kicked out of the way by the referee as Savannah fetches the second chair, placing it on the mat in front of her. A knee lift to the midsection has Izzy doubled over as Savannah moves in, hooking her in position for the front Russian legsweep.

Stephy Auger: She’s looking for Blonde Ambition here…

NO! Izzy fires off a back elbow, catching Savannah flush against the jaw. And another. An arm wrench by the Legacy champion gets her way out before she drives a knee up into the midsection of Savannah Taylor, and she plants the champion face first into the chair with Spin The Black Circle!

Kris Cruise: The double arm DDT onto the chair, but does Izzy Anders have enough energy left to make the cover?!

Stephy Auger: If she can just drape an arm across the chest she’ll have this one won, Kris. Another title defense for Izzy Anders in the bag.

But the champion is down as well; Izzy and Savannah are down in the ring, Annie still down in the table wreckage on the outside. The fans here are on tenterhooks to see who’ll get up first as Izzy begins to stir. Not quite sitting up, but moving slowly over towards Savannah as the exhausted champion expends potentially the rest of her energy to drape an arm across the chest.

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THREE!

Kris Cruise: NO!

Annie Zellor drags Izzy off at the last possible second. Reaching in under the bottom rope, Annie grabs hold of the ankle to save the match. But the champion doesn’t take too kindly; she uses her free foot to kick Annie in the face, sending the challenge back against the guard rail. Unrelenting, Izzy turns her attention back to Savannah, sitting Taylor up in the center of the ring. Izzy even places the chair down in front of her before pointing out to a member of the audience.

Stephy Auger: A Gift For You!

Izzy runs in with the penalty kick, driving the chair back into Savannah’s face! She slumps back down to the mat as the blood begins to trickle from a wound on her forehead. And Anders cackles in delight at the sight of the blood. With one foot across the chest, Izzy makes the cover.

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Annie makes the save!

Kris Cruise: Where did she come from?

The springboard missile dropkick to the back breaks up the cover, and sends Izzy sprawling forward so she lands throat first across the middle rope – and the crowd know what’s coming next! Savannah rolls towards the edge of the ring as Annie picks herself up and sees how Izzy landed, so she runs back against the ropes for momentum, coming back with a Rough ‘n’ Tumble! It connects, and Izzy falls back into the ring as Annie, feeling her second wind, points towards the corner. Slowly but surely, Annie climbs up to the middle rope first, before finally reaching the top rope. The crowd are on their feet as Annie steadies herself. She yells out “Dragon Elbow!”…

Stephy Auger: Oh my God!

Before Savannah pushes her off the turnbuckle! Annie flies from off the top, crashing hard onto the floor as the fans in the Giant Center fall silent. Savannah looks on from her position on the apron, a smirk forming through the exhaustion as she sees a motionless Annie Zellor. Taylor drops down from off the apron and reaches under the ring. In an instant she finds what she was after, pulling out a long, thin bag. She climbs back into the ring with the bag, opening it up to reveal a baseball bat.

Stephy Auger: It’s about to be Pee-Pee Pants City reeeeeal soon!

The crowd boo as Savannah raises the bat up high to show it off. Izzy is beginning to stir as Savannah grips the bat with both hands, waiting for Anders to get to her feet. The bat slams into her gut, doubling the champion over before Savannah lifts her up to drive the butt of the bat into Izzy’s forehead. The champion goes down as the wound appears between the eyes. Savannah drops the bat to make the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NOOO!

The crowd gasp in shock as Izzy throws the shoulder up! But Savannah pushes it down and covers again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-NOOOO!

The referee assures her it was only a two count, but still Savannah looks pissed off. She runs her hands through her hair as she kneels over the champion for a few moments. The exhaustion is written on all their faces now; Savannah and Izzy wearing the crimson masks as Annie is beginning to stir, but can’t move after her crushing fall. But in the ring, Savannah lifts Izzy back to her feet once more, before firing off a forearm shot to the face. And to her surprise, Izzy fires one right back. Savannah goes again, and again Izzy returns fire. The pair of them standing toe to toe, trading shots until Izzy goes South with a knee lift to the gut. She staggers back a step as Savannah stands back up from her bent over position, and Izzy launches into Dirty Dancin’. The kicks to the sides finding their mark until Savannah catches one, only to get tagged by an enziguri!

Savannah slumps to the mat, but Izzy can’t make the cover. She falls back against the ropes, trying to catch her breath … before she rolls out of the ring.

Kris Cruise: We’re back, and what is Izzy Anders doing here?

Stephy Auger: She sees Annie down on the outside, and I think she wants to hurt her even more, Kris.

Sure enough, Anders grabs up the motionless Annie Zellor and drags her towards the ring, rolling her in under the bottom rope. She follows Annie in and grabs the former tag champion with a butterfly hold, hoisting her up to her feet. With a quick reminder that this is “his move”, Izzy plants her with Spin The Black Circle! Rolling Annie onto her back, Izzy makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THRE-NOOO!

Kris Cruise: A timely save by Savannah Taylor! And she might have just stopped Izzy from retaining there.

Stephy Auger: There’s no might have about it, Kris! Izzy had this one won just then.

Izzy and Savannah battle to make it back to their feet first; slowly but surely they reach their vertical bases as Izzy fires off a hard right. But Savannah catches her arm, driving a knee up into the midsection before placing a leg across the back of the neck – SIREN’S SONG CONNECTS!

Kris Cruise: We could have a new champion here!

Savannah rolls over and hooks a leg.

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TWO!
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THREE-NOO!

Stephy Auger: Damn you, Annie Zellor!

Kris Cruise: Somehow, Annie with enough energy to make the save!

And Savannah is not happy about that! She drags Annie back to her feet and sends her towards the corner with an Irish whip. Zellor slams back first into the chair wedged between the pads, and Savannah comes charging in – NO! Annie dives out the way, and Savannah slams head and shoulder first into the chair. She staggers back as Annie rolls her up with a schoolboy!

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THRE-NOO!

Savannah kicks out! Annie crawls towards the ropes, using them to somehow pick herself back to her feet as Savannah staggers back to her feet. Taylor gathers her senses and runs in, but Annie lowballs her, sending Savannah over the top rope all the way to the outside. Zellor forces herself back up, but Izzy is back on her feet and she’s got a chair in hand. The crowd trying to warn Annie as she walks backwards, turning around as Izzy swings…

And misses! Annie ducks under the chair shot and leaps up with her Sparkle Princess Special…

… but Izzy swats her down with the chair. She then picks up Annie, hooks her arms and drives her down with Spin The Black Circle. The crowd roars with boos as Annie’s driven face-first into the canvas. After turning Annie over and stretching her arm out on the canvas, Izzy steps through the ropes and scales up to the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: She’s going to the top, Stephy! She isn’t content with just beating Annie. She wants to break that poor girl’s arm.

Once Izzy gets to the top, she motions for a double knee drop off the top to the arm. But from out of nowhere, Savannah hops up onto the apron and shoves Izzy off, sending her crashing down to the arena floor. The crowd cheers as Izzy lands with a hard thud.

Back in the ring, Savannah picks up the chair and raises it up before looking over at Annie.

Kris Cruise: That’s a woman with some evil intentions...

Once Annie struggles to her feet and turns around, Savannah violently swings at Annie. But Annie’s barely able to duck in the nick of time. When Savannah turns around, Annie delivers the Sparkle Princess Special, driving the chair into the face of Savannah Taylor! The crowd explode in cheers as Savannah drops to her knees, her eyes glazing over as Annie connects with another Sparkle Princess Special! Taylor goes down, and Annie drops down with the cover.

Kris Cruise: This could be it!

Stephy Auger: Look out for Izzy on the outside!

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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and NEW FGA MID-ATLANTIC CHAMPION … ANNIE ZELLOR!

Izzy is halfway in the ring, but is forced to watch on in shock as the referee calls for the bell. Laying there with her mouth agape, Izzy slides back out of the ring, looking up as the referee helps Annie back to her feet and hands her the belt.

Kris Cruise: She did it! Somehow, someway, Annie Zellor has become the new Mid-Atlantic champion.

Stephy Auger: Dethroning the most dominant champion in the process. I thought she was done for after that hard fall to the floor, but she picked herself up – like you said, somehow, someway – and picked up the win.

Kris Cruise: Izzy Anders on the outside not quite quick enough to break up the cover, and she has to feel hard done by. There were moments where it seemed like she had this won, if not for the third competitor breaking up the cover.

Stephy Auger: That goes for Savannah as well. But it’s Annie who walks away from tonight with her first single’s title here in FGA.

Kris Cruise: And it’s a moment she’s not likely to forget…

“Jager Yoga” is playing throughout the Giant Center as Annie hoists the belt up high into the air. She winces in pain, but smiles through the agony as she clutches the belt close to her chest. Savannah is already half way up the aisle as Annie drops to her knees, still clutching the belt tight.

But she doesn’t notice Izzy behind her. Izzy begins to tremble with anger upon the realization that everything she’s worked for over the past nine plus months is now gone

Kris Cruise: What the?

Is all that escape Kris’s lips before Izzy realizes what’s happening and drives a knee into the back of Annie’s head! The crowd erupt into boos as the former champion lays into Annie with stomps and knee drops, then punches as she mounts an assault. The referee tries to pry Izzy off, but she only relents when she goes to grab the chair.

Kris Cruise: Stop her! Somebody stop her!

Stephy Auger: Izzy not taking the loss lightly, and she’s going to make Annie pay for her win tonight.

The chair comes crashing down across the back of the new Legacy champion as Izzy raises it up high again. Another shot. The edge of the chair being slammed down across the ribs of Annie Zellor as she yells out in pain…

But the boos turn to cheers as Izzy raises the chair above her head once more – as it’s yanked out of her hand! Anders turns around and comes face to face with Dom Harter! She back pedals in shock, escaping the ring as he cocks the chair back ready to strike!

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter is here, and he just saved Annie Zellor!

Stephy Auger: Why did he do that? Izzy was finally giving her what she’s deserved for months, and Dom Harter has to come out here and ruin the moment!

Harter keeps the chair in hand as he glares down at Izzy; beneath the blood, she’s staring wide eyed in shock at the man she injured over four months ago. But she’s in no shape to fight him tonight. Izzy moves back up the aisle as the medics head towards the ring to tend on Annie Zellor. Harter remains there, as the crowd begin to cheer; whether it’s for him or for Annie remains to be seen.

Kris Cruise: A new Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, and the return of Dom Harter. What a night this has been so far, and we still have two matches left, Stephy.

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: The Dynamic Duos tag team Tournament will kick off in two weeks from tonight! Thus far, 8 teams have been named. To recap, they are:

1. Justice Riot (Wulf Erikssen & Jolyne Dysart)
2. MagiCastle (Ryan LeCavalier & Salem Cartier)
3. The Blood Brothers (GRENDEL & Aries Reed)
4. Status Quo (Cordelia Stevenson & Dan Herrera)
5. Le Pacte de Immortels (Lady Magdalena & Sophie El)
6. Silk & Cyanide (Erin Mariana & Sara Mason)
7. Project Continuum (Shouta Kurosawa & A-P)
8. The Good Guys (Rex Evans & Evan Envi)

This year's tournament will feature 12 teams, thus making this the largest field to date. The remaining teams are:

9) Yun Goeun and Yun Goeun
10) Nox Sports (Zorro del Castillo and Asa Constant)
11) #RubyWay (Ruby Tyler and Kevin Hardaway)

We are currently told that the last and final team do not want their names revealed at this time. However, this team will be revealed in two weeks on Vertigo!

[FGA Office]

FGA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Cyncity vs. Zero McHannon

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the FGA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

“Same Old War" by Our Last Night hits the speakers. It's slow to pick up, but when it does, it comes in blazing as the light surveys the arena, then stays focused on the top of the ramp with a bright white light. Zero McHannon walks through the curtain with a black zip up with the hood over his head. He turns his back to the audience, until the lyrics hit, then turn back around with his arms spread to the booing crowd.

“I've been fighting the same old war,
against a disease, without a cure!
Been holding on for so long! For so long!
For so long!"

Zero holds his arms out for a moment and raises his head to take in the atmosphere from the fans, then slowly starts to make his way down the ramp. He doesn’t let the fans reach over the barrier to touch him as he walks down to the ring. McHannon stops at the bottom of the ramp and bounces on the balls of his feet, looking from one side of the arena to the other, then sliding in through the bottom rope, and bouncing right up to his feet.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from now residing out of Long Island, New York! Weighing in at 215 pounds… ZEEEEEEEROOOOOOO MCHAAAAANNOOOOOONNNNNN!

“I've been wishing upon a star,
as my universe falls apart!
I feel so far from the sky,
as my dreams, are going by!
And they say, it's a battle that can't be won!

Should I run away,
and change my name?
Or should I stay and fight through the night?
And never close my eyes?
I'll never close my eyes!"

Zero McHannon climbs the nearest turnbuckle spread his arms and begins to yell towards the crowd as they do their best to boo over him. He freezes for a moment, taking in the hate from the crowd, then hops from the corner ropes, and tests the mat under his feet. He's talking to himself as he crosses the ring and stands up on the other turnbuckle, pointing to the crowd, and slapping himself in the chest.

"I've come too far, to go back now,
to turn into a face in the crowd!

Been on this road for so long,
For so long... For so long!"

Kris Cruise: We’ve heard the claims for weeks on end. About how he gave Cyncity the FGA World Championship. To think that there are some people out there that actually believe this.

Stephy Auger: Believe what. The truth? Are you going to tell me that Cyncity had it in her to win a World Championship on her own?

Kris Cruise: Of course she did. She went out there at Canadian Stampede and won the championship. Zero doesn’t need to make any excuses. Just admit that you lost to the better competitor and try again.

The beginning of "Dam Dadi Do" by Nightcore fills the arena speakers over. Playing over the song was a loud siren, the crowd in the arena on their feet letting their voices be heard. The lights in the arena dim down just enough for the spotlight in the arena to shine directly on center stage.

Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam
Dam dadi doo dam dam didoodi dam

When the beat kicks in heavily, Cyncity bursts out onto the ramp with her arms out to her side, pretending to be an airplane as she runs up and down the top of the ramp. When she's done messing around, she smiles and makes her way back to the top of the ramp. She stands at there for a moment, scans the crowd, and feeds from their energy before she makes her way down the ramp. She flaps her right arm up in the air and takes in the audience's cheers. She stops midway down the ramp and scans the crowd one more time, nodding her head and giving the audience a round of applause. She spins in a circle and does her trademark Sex Sells pose, her arms in the air, and bottom pushed out. Fans in attendance whistle in her direction as she breaks her pose and blows kisses to the audience.

J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 125 pounds! She is the reigning … defending … FGA World Champion. Ladies and gentlemen … CYYYYYNNNNNCIIIITYYYYYY!

She slaps the hands of a few lucky fans, and even gives a few of them hugs before she marches her way down the ramp and towards the ring. She finally pulls away from the fans then continues her quickened pace toward the ring. She slides into the ring and plays with the crowd some more, then gets herself loosened up for the upcoming match.

Kris Cruise: For weeks, McHannon’s tried to run down Cyncity. He’s tried to bring down her championship win and drag it through the mud. Tonight, he’s got the chance to win back “his” championship. But tonight, Cyncity also has the chance to shut him up for good!

Stephy Auger: You say all of that and yeah, it sounds good. But you can tell that it’s eating her up inside. You can tell that Cyncity thinks to herself, “what is Zero’s right. What if he did really let me win?” You know that thought has crossed her mind ever since she saw that video. She’s just bitter and sour because she knows that he’s right. Cyncity may be in possession of the championship. But Zero, as far as I’m concerned, is the rightful champion. If Cyncity wants to walk out of her with that title? Great. All she has to do is prove it to the fans, prove it to Zero and most importantly, prove it to herself.

The match starts with Zero running over and throwing out a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks. When Zero turns around, Cyncity nails him with a right hand. Zero comes back with a right hand of his own. Cyncity fires back with another punch of her own. But Zero answers back with another right hand. Two then then grab each other by the backs of their necks with their left hands while firing off a flurry of right hands.

Kris Cruise: Look at these two going at it, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: The biggest prize in FGA is on the line. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

The two former friends continue launching fists at each other until Zero doubles her over with a knee to the midsection. The crowd boos as a back elbow knocks Cyncity back into the corner. Zero then marches into the corner and proceeds to pummel Cyncity down with stomps to the chest. He then rakes his boot across her face before choking her with his foot. The ref gives him until the count of five to break it up.

REF: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Zero breaks the hold. He then reaches down, pulls Cyncity up by her hair and whips her into the opposite corner. Zero charges across the ring, but Cyncity catches him with a back elbow to the face. As Zero stumbles back, Cyncity turns and scales up the turnbuckles. But before she can get to the top and deliver the Emphatic Whispers, Zero runs over and connects with a dropkick to the back. The crowd boos as Cyncity tumbles over the top rope and falls hard to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity with a hard fall to the floor. I hope she didn’t hurt her leg or anything.

Stephy Auger: Could you imagine if she hurt her ankle on that fall? I hear ankle injuries are pretty common when it comes to Sex Sells.

Kris Cruise: Oh stop.

While Cyncity tries to pull herself up using the edge of the apron, Zero steps out onto the apron and delivers a hard stomp to her right hand, then her left. He then jumps off, knocking her down with a clubbing shot to the back.

Kris Cruise: You can see the viciousness coming out of Zero right now. If this were two months ago, he would’ve helped Cyncity back into the ring. Now he’s stomping on her hands just like he stomped all over their friendship.

Stephy Auger: The truth hurts, Kris. It’s not Zero’s fault that she can’t handle it.

Zero reaches down, pulls up Cyncity and then rams her back-first against the edge of the apron. He pulls her back, then rams her back-first against the edge of the apron again. The former champion lets out a blistering chop before taking Cyncity and throwing her back into the ring. Zero climbs back up onto the apron and steps back in through the ropes. As Cyncity gets up on all fours, Zero begins to nudge her in the head with his foot. The crowd boos the disrespect the champ is showing is his former friend. He then steps back and kicks Cyncity square in the ribs. Cyncity lets out a yelp as she drops face-first to the canvas. Cyncity gets back up on all fours. But Zero delivers another kick to the ribs. This time, Cyncity is knocked over onto her back. Zero then goes over and repeatedly stomps away on the ribs. He then reaches down, picks up Cyncity and scoops her up across his shoulders. He goes to attempt a fireman’s carry gutbuster. But on the way down, Cyncity transitions into an arm drag.

Kris Cruise: How about that maneuver?

Stephy Auger: What about it? It’s an arm drag. It’s nothing impressive. You know what IS impressive? Beating Zero McHannon, which is something that Cyncity’s yet to do… on her own.

Zero gets back to his feet, but Cyncity knocks him down with a dropkick. Zero gets back up, but Cyncity knocks him back down with another dropkick. After Zero gets up, Cyncity takes him and goes for an irish whip. But Zero reverses, sending Cyncity into the corner. Zero charges into the corner and goes for a shoulder thrust. But Cyncity hoists herself up and follows up with a sunset flip.

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Zero kicks out.

After both grapplers get up, Zero darts over for another shoulder thrust attempt. But Cyncity catches him with a knee lift, sending him stumbling back. She then turns, runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks him down with the Emphatic Whispers. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Zero kicks out.

Kris Cruise: One of these two will be defending their championship against the winner of the Gold Rush Rumble. But the Rumble winner is far from the minds of these two Their only focus right now is making it out of this match with the championship.

Cyncity picks up Zero, moves him into the ropes and unleashes a series of knife edge cops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Zero and goes for an irish whip. But Zero reverses, sending her into the far ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Zero throws out a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she brings Zero down with a headscissors takeover. But instead of letting go, she keeps her legs wrapped around Zero’s neck and performs push-ups as the crowd cheers.

Kris Cruise: You know that’s got to grind Zero’s gears.

Cyncity lets go. She then picks up Zero and socks him with a right hand, sending him stumbling back. After a kick to the midsection, Cyncity grabs Zero and goes for an irish whip. But Zero reverses, sending Cyncity into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, Zero hoists her in the air for a pop-up maneuver. But on the way down, Cyncity catches him with an dropkick to the chest. After Zero gets up, Cyncity runs over and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, which sends Zero through the ropes and onto the apron. As Zero pulls himself up using the ropes, Cyncity runs into the corner and connects with a springboard apron dropkick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Zero with the fall to the outside. She’s got him reeling, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Cool your jets. It means nothing.

While Zero stirs on the floor, Cyncity steps out onto the apron. Once Zero gets up, the crowd cheers as Cyncity knocks him back down with an Asai Moonsault.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity just flattened Zero with that moonsault to the floor. You can say that “it means nothing” all you want. But right now, Cyncity’s got all the momentum!

Cyncity picks up Zero and whips him hard into the steel steps. The steps go flying as Zero crashes into them.

Kris Cruise: Did you hear the thud as Zero collided with those steps!?

Cyncity goes over picks up Zero and slams him face-first onto the apron before pushing him back into the ring. While Zero lays on his back, Cyncity begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle.

Stephy Auger: What’s she going for her?

Kris Cruise: Cyncity may be looking to put this one away right. With all the momentum in her favor, I don’t blame her. This could be it right here...

Once she reaches the top, Zero quickly gets up, dives over and shoves Cyncity’s legs out from under her.

Stephy Auger: Looks like Cyncity was a step too slow, Kris.

While Cyncity’s crotched on the top turnbuckle, Zero begins to scale the ropes. Once he gets up on the top turnbuckle, Zero goes for a superplex. But Cyncity blocks it. So Zero tries to muscle her up for another superplex but again, Cyncity blocks it. Cyncity begins nailing Zero with shots to the ribs. Once the hold is broken, she then fires off a flurry of forearms to the face. The last of which knocks Zero off the ropes. The crowd cheers as he crashes back-first on the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Zero’s in a world of hurt on the mat. Cyncity’s perched up on the top. If she can get off the Standing Ovation and hit it, Cyncity will be walking out of here the same way she came in: as champion!

The crowd stands on their feet as Cyncity stands up on the top turnbuckle.

Stephy Auger: Come on, Zero...

Cyncity flips off, going for the Standing Ovation. But Zero rolls out of the way. After Cyncity lands on her feet, her momentum sends her rolling forward. Once Cyncity stands up and turns around, Zero turns her inside out with a discus clothesline. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Zero picks up Cyncity and nails her with a punch that knocks her back into the ropes. He then goes over, grabs Cyncity and whips her into the far ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she goes for a clothesline. But Zero ducks and counters with an arm trap reverse STO. He turns Cyncity over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Zero heads into the corner and slams Cyncity face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Cyncity around before whipping her into the opposite corner. Zero then runs across the ring and connects with a running European Uppercut. He then takes Cyncity and whips her back into the previous corner. He barrels across the ring and connects with another European Uppercut. He then takes Cyncity and whips her back into the previous corner. Zero sizes her up before running across the ring. The crowd really lets him have it as he’s soaking it all in. He then runs across the ring and into the corner. But Cyncity catches him with a back elbow to the face. She then drives him face-first into the turnbuckle with a snapmare driver. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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Zero gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Good ring awareness there by Zero.

Stephy Auger: It’s about time you said something positive about him!

Cyncity picks up Zero and fires off five forearm strikes to the face. After a boot to the midsection, Cyncity delivers a single knee facebreaker. While Zero’s dazed, Cyncity runs towards the ropes. She uses the momentum to go for a handspring back elbow. But Zero catches her in mid air and counters with a chickenwing gutbuster. The crowd boos as he turns her over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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T-NO!

Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Zero picks up Cyncity and whips her hard into the corner. After Cyncity crashes sternum-first into the corner, she stumbles back. Zero then grabs her from behind before taking her down with an inverted headlock backbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Zero picks up Cyncity and whips her into the ropes. When she comes back, he throws out another discus clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, Zero lifts her up, turns and throws her down with a spinebuster. He rolls across her and hooks the leg.

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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another near fall for the former champion.

Zero looks over at the ref and claps his hands three times.

Stephy Auger: He’s starting to get agitated and I can’t say I blame him. This ref is counting a little too slow for me.

Zero picks up Cyncity and delivers repeated knees to the midsection, doubling her over. He then grabs a hold of the former champion before hurling her across the ring with a pumphandle fallaway slam. While Cyncity is sprawled out across the mat, Zero looks walks to her and shake his head. He then looks out to the crowd and points down to her, as if to ask “is this your champion?”. The crowd boos as Zero repeatedly stomps away at Cyncity. He then reaches down and lifts Cyncity up across his shoulders for a fireman’s carry gutbuster. But Cyncity repeatedly elbows him in the face. After slipping down from behind, she connects with a superkick to the back of the head, knocking Zero through the ropes and onto the apron.

After shaking out the cobwebs, Zero slowly pulls him back up using the ropes. Once he’s back on his feet, Cyncity runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she leaps over the top rope, hops onto Zero’s shoulders and goes for a hurricanrana. But Zero counters as he jumps off the apron and throws her down hard with a sitout powerbomb. The crowd gasps as Cyncity lands hard on the floor.

Stephy Auger: Did you hear that thug, Kris? She’s out cold!

Zero gets up, stands over Cyncity and moves his hands back and forth around his waist.

Kris Cruise: Look at him taunting the crowd. Yeah, he’s real cool!

Zero reaches down, picks up Cyncity, lifts her up and then rams her back-first against the ring post. Zero steps back, runs forward and rams her right back into the ring post. He then throws her down with a shoulder-switch powerslam.

Stephy Auger: If she wasn’t done before, she is now!

Zero picks up Cyncity by the hair and flings her back into the ring. He then slides back in, drags her away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: What!?

Kris Cruise: It’s not over yet.

Stephy Auger: How was that not three!?!?

Zero presses her wrist back down as he makes another lateral press.

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Cyncity gets her other arm up.

Zero picks up Cyncity, grabs her and drops her with a hangman’s neckbreaker. While Cyncity’s down, Zero rolls to the outside, pushes J.A. Aldridge around of the way and picks up his steel chair.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on now!

Zero closes the chair and makes his way back towards the ring. But the ref slides to the outside and warns Zero not to use the chair. But Zero’s had enough of him. So he cups the ref by the neck and shoves him down to the floor. But when Zero turns back to the ring, Cyncity connects with a baseball slide, knocking the chair right into Zero’s face. The crowd cheers as Zero’s knocked down.

Kris Cruise: There you go!

Stephy Auger: Oh, I see. You boo for Zero as soon as he picks up a chair. But you cheer for Cyncity when she kicks a chair into a man’s face. I see how it is.

Cyncity goes to the outside, picks up Zero and grabs him by his beard. After yelling in his face, she runs and throws Zero against the guardrail. Zero’s back bounces off the guardrail and he crumbles to the floor. Cyncity goes over and lifts Zero up…. Only to grab him by the hair and throw him back into the guardrail with a mat slam. The back of Zero’s head smacks against the guardrail. Zero immediately covers up, But Cyncity feels no sympathy for him. So she begins stomping away at his head. Zero continues to try and cover up. So Cyncity mounts herself on top of him and hammers away with a flurry of right hands.

Kris Cruise: Look at her going to work on Zero. He deserves every second of this!

Cyncity switches from right hands to raining down forearm strikes to the face. She then alternates between forearms strikes and elbows to the top of the head. Cyncity grabs Zero by the hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head against the guardrail. While Zero is down, Cyncity marches over and grabs the black cable wire.

Kris Cruise: What’s she doing with that?

Stephy Auger: Don’t play dumb, Kris. You know exactly what she’s going to do with that.

While Zero tries to pull himself up using the edge of the guardrail, Cyncity comes from behind, wraps the cable wire around his neck and chokes him with it. The crowd cheers as Zero flails his arms around.

Stephy Auger: Look at her, Kris! She’s choking a helpless man! That’s your World Champion!?

Cyncity continues to choke Zero until he runs back, causing Cyncity’s spine to smack against the edge of the apron. While Cyncity arches her back against the side of the ring, Zero stumbles over towards the timekeeper’s table and gasps for air.

Kris Cruise: One of these two competitors is going to walk out of here tonight as the champion. But these two are looking worse for wear right now.

Once Cyncity recovers, she makes her way over to Zero, who is still leaning over the table. When she grabs Zero and turns him around, he blasts her in the face with the ring bell. Cyncity collapses to the floor as the crowd erupts with boos.

Kris Cruise: Zero just clobbered Cyncity with that ring bell!

Stephy Auger: Oh well, sucks for her.

Zero tosses the bell to the floor before picking up Cyncity. After rolling her back into the ring, he slides back in and makes the cover. But the ref is still down holding his wrist after taking a hard fall to the floor. So Zero rolls to the outside, yanks up the ref and rolls him back into the ring. After sliding back in, Zero makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Frustrated, Zero slaps the canvas three times.

Stephy Auger: Explain to me how that wasn’t three!?

Zero gets up, marches into the corner and begins to feverishly untie the rope from the top turnbuckle pad. Once it’s loose, Zero rips off the pad, exposing the steel turnbuckle underneath.

Kris Cruise: Now Zero’s ripping off the turnbuckle pads. We’re seeing just how desperate he is to regain the champion.

Stephy Auger: His championship.

Zero drops down to a knee and begins to untie the rope from the middle turnbuckle pad. Once it’s loose, he rips off that turnbuckle pad, too.

Zero marches over towards Cyncity and goes to pick her up. But she quickly rolls him up in a small package.

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TWO!
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Zero kicks out.

After both grapplers grab to get up, Zero throws out a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks under and counters with a floatover spinning neckbreaker.

While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count.

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TWO!







THREE!






FOUR!







FIVE!








SIX!

Both grapplers slowly get back to their feet. Zero runs over, jumps up and delivers a Codebreaker. The crowd boos as he makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Cyncity gets her shoulder up.

Zero picks up Cyncity and goes for an irish whip. But Cyncity reverses, sending Zero into the corner with the exposed turnbuckles.

Stephy Auger: Oh no!

Zero wails as his spine collides with the exposed steel. As Zero stumbles from out of the corner, Cyncity doubles him over with a spin kick to the gut. She then grabs a hold of Zero before delivering the Yoshi-Tee. The crowd cheers as she makes the cover.

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TWO!
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TH-NO!

The crowd sighs as Zero gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Close call there for the former champion.

Cyncity gets up and heads into the corner. After climbing up onto the middles ropes, she waves up Zero. Once Zero gets up and turns around, Cyncity plants him with a diving DDT. She makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Zero gets his shoulder up.

Cyncity picks a groggy Zero and kisses him on the cheek before running into the ropes. When she comes back, the crowd cheers as she turns Zero inside out with Beauty and the Knee. She makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

Zero gets his shoulder up.

Cyncity places her hands on her head in disbelief.

Kris Cruise: Zero just barely got his shoulder up!

Stephy Auger: But he got it up and that’s all that matters!

Cyncity picks up Zero and goes for an irish whip. But Zero reverses, sending Cyncity into the ropes. When she comes back, Zero throws out a discus clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and hops onto Zero’s shoulders from behind. But before she can flip back and hit the Cynderana, Zero shoves Cyncity off of his shoulders. After she lands in front of him, Zero lifts her up from behind and throws her down with Zero-Tolerance.

Stephy Auger: There it is! Zero Tolerance!

But Zero doesn’t have anything left to make the cover. While both grapplers are down, the ref starts his count.

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TE-

Both grapplers barely return to their feet in time.

Zero hits Cyncity with a punch to the face. Cyncity returns the favor with a punch of her own. Zero then connects with another punch. Cyncity answers back with a punch of her own.

Zero nails Cyncity with a punch to the face.

CROWD: NO!!!

Cyncity responds with a punch of her own.

CROWD YES!!!

Zero delivers another punch.

CROWD: NO!!!

Cyncity comes back with a punch of her own.

CROWD YES!!!

Zero goes to throw a punch, but Cyncity cuts him off with a punch of her own.

CROWD YES!!!

Cyncity nails Zero with another punch.

CROWD YES!!!

And another one.

CROWD YES!!!

Another one.

CROWD YES!!!

Another one.

CROWD YES!!!

Anoth-

Zero cuts her off with a hard European Uppercut.

CROWD: NO!!!

Zero kicks Cyncity and lifts her up for a fireman’s carry gutbuster. But Cyncity slips down, grabs him from behind and delivers the Glitter Driver. She makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

The crowd sighs, then boos as Zero gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: I don’t know how these two are still in this match after everything they’ve thrown at each other.

Stephy Auger: Neither do I.

Cyncity picks up Zero, doubles him over with a spin kick to the gut and then tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. After heading out to the floor, Cyncity grabs Zero, slams him face-first onto the announce table and then shoves him onto it.

Kris Cruise: What’s Cyncity going for here?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know.

While Zero’s laid out on the table, Cyncity goes over and kneels down next to the ring. She then lifts up the ring skirt and is looking for something. Once she finds it, she grabs a hold of it. The crowd explodes with cheers as Cyncity pulls out a ladder.

Kris Cruise: This isn’t looking good, Kris!

Cyncity gets up, stands up the ladder and opens it up. Once she’s got the ladder stable, she sees Zero sitting up on the table. But she quickly knocks him back down with a superkick right to the face.

Kris Cruise: McHannon just caught that superkick flush across the chin.

While Zero’s sprawled out on the table, Cyncity begins to scale the steps of the ladder.

Stephy Auger: She’s got to be about 15 feet in the air, Kris!

Kris Cruise: She doesn’t have to do this. But she wants to end this war with McHannon once and for all!

After Cyncity climbs up to the top of the ladder, she slowly raises her arms in the air. The crowd stands up as Cyncity leaps off the ladder. Cyncity goes for a diving splash...












Stephy Auger: Look out!













… but at the last second, Zero rolls off the table, causing Cyncity to crash through the table. The crowd gasps and then sits in stunned silence as Cyncity is motionless of the floor.

Kris Cruise: We need medical out here for Cyncity. She just dove off that ladder and came crashing down right through the table on top of all our monitors, lamps and various other equipment. She hasn’t moved a single muscle, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: …

Various shots are shown of the fans with their hands on their heads or their hands covering their mouths. The ref continues to check on Cyncity, but she doesn’t respond to him at all. So he throws up the infamous “X” sign, officially signalling for medical to come down from the back. Zero pushes himself up on all fours and sees his former friend unresponsive. A look of shock forms across his face.



















… followed by a smirk.

Kris Cruise: What the… what the hell does he have to smile about?

Zero gets to his feet. The ref gets up and tries to hold Zero back. But Zero nudges him out of the way. A wave of boos soon engulfs the arena as Zero picks up Cyncity and throws her back into the ring.

Kris Cruise: That’s supposed to be your friend, dammit!

Zero turns back to Cruise and shakes his head. He then rolls back in, drags Cyncity away from the ropes and makes the cover. But the ref won’t make the count. Zero then begins angrily slapping the canvas. Against his better judgement, the ref rolls back in and starts the count.

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Stephy Auger: THREE!

Kris Cruise: NO!

The crowd gasps, then explodes with cheers as Cyncity gets her shoulder up. Zero’s eyes widen with disbelief.

Kris Cruise: Cyncity’s still in this! She’s still in it!

Zero slowly looks down at Cyncity and begins to tremble with anger. He then yanks Cyncity up to her feet and whips her hard chest-first into the corner with the exposed turnbuckles. As Cyncity stumbles back, Zero hoists her up and throws her down with Zero Tolerance. The crowd boos as the ref makes the count.

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TWO!
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THREE!

“Same Old War” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts with boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and now the NEEEEEEEEWWWWW … FGA World Champion, ZEROOOOOOOO MCHAAAAAANNOOOONNNNNON!

As soon as the ref hands him the championship, Zero snatches the belt from his hands and thrusts it in the air to even more boos.

Kris Cruise: Yeah, you won the match. Good for you. What a man you are, Zero. Congratulations, “champ”. Unbelievable.

While Zero’s still celebrating, Cyncity can be seen slowly pushing herself up on all fours. The ref kneels down to check on her. But Zero goes over and uses his foot to nudge the ref out of the way. He then crouches down next to Cyncity and deliberately holds the title up next to her head. After pulling the title back, he smirks and tells Cyncity that “when you’re done, get the fuck out of my ring.”

Zero stands up, marches past Cyncity and exits the ring. After slipping the World Championship belt across his shoulder, Zero marches up the ramp with his fist in the air. The crowd continues to boo Zero mercilessly until he’s out of their sight.

Back in the ring, the music has died down, then cut off. Cyncity tries to get back to her feet, but she quickly drops down to her knee before crumbling to the canvas. After stirring on the canvas, she slowly sits up and is immense pain, both physically and emotionally. As Cyncity slowly returns to her feet, she’s met with a standing ovation from the crowd. Cyncity slowly looks around as she’s being showered with love and support from this capacity crowd. She’s met with dueling “CINDY PARKER!!!” / “CYN-CI-TY!!!” chants as she’s helped out of the ring. Cyncity gives a meek smile and a nod to the crowd as she continues to be helped to the back...

[FGA Office]

Ricky Valero: It’s the Gold Rush Rumble. 29 other participants all battling for a shot at the FGA World Championship. It’s a match where there are no friends, there are no partners, no...everyone is vying for the same opportunity and it’s possible you can see all kinds of associates, allies come to a head inside that ring. This is what it’s all about. This is where the entire landscape could change, because there are so many different variables which could impact the end result. But when my music hits and I enter that ring, there’s only one focus: win. I guarantee you everyone else is going into this match with the same goal, because THIS is why we compete. Not to be mediocre, but to be great. And in this industry, greatness is defined by the leather strap around your waist. For the weak, this is just another opportunity to fail. But for those who wish to be great and the makeup to be such, it takes everything you have and everything no one else is willing to do to walk out the winner. It’s game time…

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Troy Dawes: My Client, Zorro del Castillo, is too concerned with mentally preparing himself for the victory he is about to achieve at the Gold Rush Rumble to speak with any reporters at this time. He has asked me to speak on his behalf. Just as Zorro was made for fighting, the Gold Rush Rumble is a match that seems especially crafted for him. He is the most conditioned of all the fighters in the Rumble. He is more accomplished than all of the other fighters in the Rumble. When he wins this match and goes on to win the FGA World Championship at All-Star Showdown V, it will be cementation of what should be universal knowledge to the rest of the roster. A roster, where the overall sentiment is that this match will be their proving ground. Not my client. My client is already proven across the world. This match is simply another notch on the belt of dominance that he’s worn since he began fighting competitively.

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We see Johnny Karma, with Cherry Baum by his side and the Pride Championship belt slung over his shoulder, and he removes his dark glasses before he addresses the camera

Johnny Karma: As you can see...

Karma looks towards the belt on his shoulder

Johnny Karma: ...I have achieved a certain amount of success at the expense of one Tony Carmine, and he seems to be accepting this fact really badly. So badly, in fact, he's got a couple of bolvans drinking his Kool Aid to help him out. But here's an idea: while I may have proven I can be victorious and win one title, why not go one step further and prove I can win the Gold Rush Rumble? The odds might be against me, but you know what? I've been pretty good at overcoming those pesky things lately, so why not keep going?

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GRENDEL: You want to know what I have to say about the rumble? Evolve or die. It's that simple.