Five Year Anniversary Show (11/12/16)

[FGA Office]

Evan Envi vs. Chris Madison

“Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system to a deafening chorus of boos from the audience. As multicolored strobes flicker throughout the darkened arena, Evan Envi struts through the curtains toward the top of the ramp. He pauses, looking out among the audience before casually making his way toward the ring, seemingly ignorant to the boos and jeers raining down on him.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Ocean City, Maryland, weighing in at 204 pounds … ‘THE CHIEF’ EVAN ENVI!

Finally, as Envi leaps onto the apron, our lights return to normal. Envi climbs the turnbuckles from the apron, grinning out into the audience, raising the double “V” fingers into the air before finally stepping over the ropes and dropping into the ring, fingers still raised above his head as he marches throughout the squared circle.

Kris Cruise: We know that at Final Frontier, Evan Envi will challenge Molly Reid for the FGA Pride title. But tonight he has a whole other challenge on his hands.

Stephy Auger: He has a Pride title match to look forward to next month, Cruise, he has the anger from being left out of the Lethal Lottery tournament to fuel him. This may not be the same Evan Envi we’ve seen in recent weeks, he’ll be even better! And I’d hate to be in his opponent’s shoes right now.

The venue's lights cut out, causing the entire building to go dark. Static feedback screeches over the P.A. system, forcing the fans in the audience to cover their ears. The video screen near the entrance way lights up with a white snowy picture, barely illuminating the entrance ramp. A black handprint slowly fades into the picture with a red anarchy symbol carved into the palm of the handprint. The crowd jumps to their feet with a roaring standing ovation as the static feedback is replaced by the opening chorus to Bullet For My Valentine's single You Want a Battle? (Here's A War).

"We will not take this anymore
These words will never be ignored
You want a battle
HERE'S A WAR!!"

A sole spotlight focuses on the curtain for the entranceway as Chris Madison steps out. His head is tucked down and covered by a black towel, focusing on the ground beneath him. The crowd erupts in anticipation as Madison stands as still as a statue. He finally brings his fists up towards his face and punches himself on the jaw with both hands before ripping the towel from his head and spiking it down to the ground.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent. Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds and standing six feet tall, "Mayhem" CHRIS MMAADDIISSOONN!!!"

Madison charges to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before hoping up to his feet. He walks towards the nearest ropes corner and climbs up to the second rope, surveying the live crowd before holding his arms out horizontally.

Kris Cruise: Two weeks ago we saw Chris Madison’s fourteen months undefeated streak come to and end at the hands of Annie Zellor. How will that affect him tonight? Will he be more determined to start again, and see if he can make a streak even longer than before?

Stephy Auger: I don’t think that’s what’s on his mind, Cruise. He’s looking across the ring at the man who’s APW career he ended three years ago, and Chris Madison knows – HE KNOWS – that revenge is coming. And he’s dreading this match, no matter what he’s said, he’s dreading this one.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring; the fans chanting Chris Madison’s name as he moves around the ring, causing Evan to tell them to “shut up!”. That only causes the fans to boo him, but it does allow Madison the opportunity to catch Evan with a forearm smash. And another! The fans cheering with each shot as Madison backs his opponent into a corner. An Irish whip ensues as The Chief is sent from pillar to post, with Madison close behind as he connects with a running clothesline. A spinebuster out of the corner and Madison covers.

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Evan kicks out.

But Madison doesn’t let up; he brings Evan right back to his feet and backs him into the corner again with some knee strikes to the midsection. Some clubbing blows to the back follow, doubling The Chief over, before he’s finally taken down by a gutwrench suplex. And again, Madison is right on him. He sits Evan up and applies a rear chinlock. But The Chief isn’t trapped for long; he begins to fight his way out of the hold, working up to a kneeling position as he fires off some elbows to the midsection of Chris Madison.

Kris Cruise: Evan Envi has been on something of a roll lately, Stephy, culminating in picking up a victory over Pride Champion, Molly Reid.

Stephy Auger: She’s not my Pride Champion…

Kris Cruise: …ok. But tonight he’s got his hands full with an old rival. And what a match this promises to be.

Evan fires off more elbows, finally breaking the hold Chris has on him, before Madison drives a knee up into the midsection. He goes for an Irish whip, sending Evan against the ropes – but The Chief hangs on, and rolls out under the bottom rope.

The fans in attendance boo and jeer as Evan declares he just needs a quick breather. He knows Chris Madison isn’t in any mood to wait; Mayhem rolls out of the ring after him, making his way around the outside as Evan moves away and finally rolls back into the ring. Madison follows him in, only to get stomped on the back of the head several times. More boos as Evan drags Chris up by the hair, and throws him head first into the top turnbuckle. The referee even tries to admonish him for the hair pull, but The Chief is already chopping away at his opponent’s chest.

An Irish whip follows as Madison is sent from pillar to post, with Evan following him in with a high knee strike to the face. Madison falls back into the corner as Evan grabs him again, this time delivering some European uppercuts. He follows that up with a belly-to-belly suplex, and Evan scrambles on top for the lateral press.

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Madison kicks out.

Stephy Auger: Did that seem like a slow count to you, Cruise?

Kris Cruise: No, that was normal speed.

Envi looks to the referee, but the official assures him it was only a two count. Undeterred, he brings Madison back to his feet for a quick saito suplex. Madison hits the mat hard, holding the back of his head as Evan pops back to his feet; he’s quick to taunt the fans, telling them that Madison was never fit to lace his boots, before stomping at the head again.

Stephy Auger: Three years ago it was Chris Madison who cut Evan’s APW career short, and it looks like Evan may still resent that somewhat, Cruise.

Kris Cruise: That or he’s just being Evan Envi…

Evan brings his opponent back to his feet again, sending Chris against the ropes with an Irish whip before a flapjack sends Mayhem face first into the turnbuckle. He falls back into the corner, and Evan is quick to pounce, delivering a succession of chops and uppercuts to his defenseless opponent. Evan finally brings his opponent out of the corner with a running bulldog, before going for the cover.

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TWO!
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Madison kicks out.

This time Evan looks at the referee with more venom in his eyes, but he doesn’t argue. Instead he brings Madison to his feet and throws him out through the middle rope. The fans boo once again as Evan poses with his hands in the air, before he steps out onto the apron. Madison is still down on the outside as Evan takes a run up, performing a shooting star press off the apron – right into the raised knees of his opponent!

Kris Cruise: What a counter by Chris Madison! And he might’ve just found a way back into this match.

The fans cheer as Evan rolls away clutching his ribs in pain. Madison grabs onto the ring apron, using it to help himself back to a vertical base. He’s followed shortly thereafter by Evan Envi, but Madison is ready for him. Some clubbing blows to the back find their mark, before Chris throws his opponent shoulder first into the ring steps. Finally, Evan gets rolled back into the ring as Madison follows him in.

The Chief is holding his ribs in pain as he stands up, only to get caught by a toe kick to the gut. An Irish whip sends Evan towards the corner, which he hits chest first. He staggers backwards, right into the waiting arms of Chris Madison and a bridging German suplex!

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Evan kicks out!

Both men scramble to get to their feet again as a dazed Evan Envi lashes out with a clothesline. His opponent easily evades the attack, diving around the back to counter with an atomic drop. The Chief howls in pain, holding his fanny as he staggers away. But Madison is already on the move, bouncing off the ropes for a Yakuza kick! The fans cheer loudly once more as Madison paces around the ring; his glare is directly at the prone Evan Envi, who’s forcing himself back to his feet. But Mayhem is ready; he fires off a couple of low kicks to the knee of The Chief, before he hits the ropes for a running jumping knee strike!

Kris Cruise: Chris Madison venting all those years of frustration too, it would seem. He’s bringing the fight to Evan Envi right now, and these fans love it!

Stephy Auger: These fans love anything bad that happens to The Chief, Cruise. Like when he didn’t even get a chance to be in the Lethal Lottery, did you hear them taunt him?

Kris Cruise: I did, but he might have brought that on himself.

Stephy Auger: Bull! But someone like Chris Madison who just lost his fourteen month undefeated streak to Annie Zellor still gets cheered? These fans are messed up, Cruise. Messed up!

Madison brings his opponent back to his feet with a rear waistlock applied, but Evan fires off some elbows to the face. A stomp to the foot gets Mayhem to release his grip, before Evan fires off a mule kick. Unlike other mule kicks, this one manages to hit Mayhem in the midsection, doubling him over as Evan hits the ropes for an arm trap neckbreaker!

Both competitors are down momentarily, but Evan rolls towards the ropes, using them to bring himself back to a vertical base. Madison manages to stand up on his own accord, as he charges at Evan. A drop toe hold sends Madison throat first across the middle rope, before Evan pushes his knee down across the back to choke Chris.

Referee: One…Two…Three…Four…

Evan releases the choke in time, but still earns an admonishment from the referee. Undeterred, he brings Madison back up so he can perform a belly to back suplex. With his opponent down on the mat, Evan looks towards the corner. Some fans even cheer as The Chief steps out onto the apron, and begins his ascent to the top. Slowly but surely, Evan makes his way up the turnbuckle, but he took too long! Madison is back on his feet – he dives towards the ropes, shaking them as Evan crotches himself on the top turnbuckle!

Stephy Auger: Poor Chief!

Kris Cruise: The high risk didn’t pay off. What can Chris Madison do from here?

Wearily, Madison makes his way to the corner and climbs to the middle rope. He hooks The Chief in position for a superplex, but Evan blocks it. Madison tries again, but once more The Chief has his legs hooked around the ropes to stop it. And Evan fires off some shots to the midsection, forcing Chris to release his grip, before an eye rake by Evan causes his opponent to stumble backwards!

Madison hits the mat back first, but rolls through and to his feet as Evan steadies himself on the top rope, ready for the cross body block!

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THR-Madison kicks out!

Both competitors scramble to get back to their feet as Evan lashes out with another clothesline, but Chris ducks under the arm. He runs against the ropes, rebounding as Evan turns around, just in time to get caught by a bicycle knee strike! Somehow Evan stays on his feet, but the lights aren’t on. Madison grabs him with a rear waistlock, before performing the ripcord rolling elbow!

Kris Cruise: Comatosed! This could be it!

The hook of the leg by Chris Madison!

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Stephy Auger: The Chief stays in it!

Madison sits up in shock as the referee holds up two fingers, but the crowd can’t quite believe it either. With a look of determination on his face, he brings Evan back to his feet once again, pushing him towards the corner as Madison delivers several clubbing blows to the back. He bounces Evan’s head off the top turnbuckle repeatedly until the referee tells him to stop, and even then he just whips Evan across the ring. Madison follows him in with a running clothesline – NO!

Evan dives out of the way, and Madison hits the turnbuckle chest first! He staggers back a few steps and drops to one knee as the air rushes out of his chest, allowing the opportunistic Evan Envi to charge in with a shining wizard!

Stephy Auger: Shining Wizard connects! This one’s over, Cruise!

Evan drags himself across the mat, draping an arm across the chest.

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THR-NOO!

Madison gets the shoulder up at the last second, and this one keeps going. Evan looks to the referee in anger, but the official swears blind it was only a two! With his anger levels rising, Evan picks his opponent up and he pushes Madison back into the corner. Chop after chop to the chest, before Evan switches tact and starts delivering uppercuts instead. An Irish whip ensues as Madison is sent from pillar to post, and he hits the far turnbuckle chest first. Madison staggers backwards a few steps, right into the waiting arms of Evan and his Fadekiller!

Kris Cruise: The Fadekiller is lock–NO!

Madison connects with a back elbow to break the katahajime submission, and sending Evan back a step. Chris swings round with a lariat, but Evan ducks under that and dives around the back for the BPA! And the cover by Evan Envi!

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TWO!
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THR-NOOO!

Stephy Auger: How did he kick out of that one!?

The crowd look relieved than Evan does, however, as he glares at the referee. But the official once again assures him it was only a two count. The frustration is setting in as Evan drags his opponent up again, this time with a rear waistlock applied. But Madison reverses, diving around the back with his last ounce of energy. A dragon suplex takes Evan over, but he doesn’t bridge. Evan rolls through and staggers to his feet as Madison sneaks up behind him and lifts him up into an electric chair position…

Kris Cruise: Is this The End Game?

Stephy Auger: No, it can’t!

Madison pushes his opponent up and catches him with a German suplex on the way down! The End Game connects; Madison bridges it for the cover!

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Evan grabs hold of the rope!
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THREE!!!

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

Stephy Auger: What, no! Evan had hold of the bottom rope! That pinfall shouldn’t have counted.

Kris Cruise: You may be right, Stephy, but the referee didn’t seem to see it.

The official helps Madison back to his feet, raising his arm in victory as Evan looks on in disbelief. He’s dazed after the End Game, but he knows he grabbed the rope to break that pinfall.

Stephy Auger: First Lenny screws Evan out of a World title opportunity, now the officials are screwing him out of matches. This is disgraceful.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The cameras find Noelle Smith as she opens her locker, coming out in full ring gear and for a moment she stands with her hands on her hips as if expecting someone to be there. A shake of her head and she turns to shut the door firmly, She squares her shoulders and turns to walk, a tiny hint of a smile on her lips as she gestures that the camera should follow her.

Noelle Smith: Even when I’m ready, it seems that something is always there around the corner to throw me off. Tonight I’ll be standing in that ring against a dedicated tag team in The Usual Suspects, and if that weren’t enough their ferret of a manager will be there too.

A pause, as Noelle put a thoughtful expression on her face.

Noelle Smith: After everything that man has endured you’d think he’d learn a few basic things. Things that the men under his charge certainly could have warned him about. You know the ones, like ‘always wear a cup’. There are always going to be people who go right to that weakness, that’ll take that low road to get a win or to prove a point. Though in Rother’s case? I’d have to say that he’s earned more than a few of those punt kicks to the wedding tackle.

Noelle shook her head, and kept walking forward.

Noelle Smith: Now I’m not the type to take a cheap shot, but I can’t promise you nothing will happen if he tries to interfere in my match. If he tries going after Cherry to get at Karma? All bets are off. He sure seems to be the type, doesn’t he? He’s that guy whether he ever admits it or not.

She shrugs, her eyes still roaming as if she’s looking for something or someone in particular.

Noelle Smith: How did we get here, you know? I’m not saying Karma and I teaming, or even me teaming with anyone. I know I can trust Karma to want to win, and he’ll have my back as long as I have his which is more than fair. He wants to do something different, he wants to change, he wants to take things to the next level. And he’s figured out the fact that it’s easier to work towards that goal when you find like minded people. People you can trust to not turn on you when you least expect it.

Noelle took in a deep breath.

Noelle Smith: And on the other hand… our match is just a match isn’t it? It shouldn’t be something that should be looked at with any sort of side-eye. Just two teams, one that wants to win, and one that needs to. I’ll let you all guess which is which. I’m looking at this as someone who is passionate about what she does - I promise you all you’re going to get to see a great fight out of me, and that Karma and I will be able to do even better than we did last time.

She looks down, flexing her fingers, a few of them taped.

Noelle Smith: But I don’t have that outrageous ego to think that all eyes aren’t on the big dance, that people want to know who is going to be our new World Champion at the end of the night. I know I’ll be watching too, because who it is, matters a whole heck of a lot to me. So, we’ll just have to see. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to find my tag partner and see about wrapping up these ‘suspects’.

The camera stays in place as Noelle stalks off.

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
June 25, 2016

While the challengers are on the floor, Valero gets in the ring next to Jackson. The Next Level then run into the far ropes. When they return, Jackson leaps through the ropes while Valero flips over the top rope. Jackson knocks Stevenson down with a suicide dive. Valero goes for a somersault plancha. But Herrera catches him in mid air and counters with a powerbomb on the edge of the apron.

Kris Cruise: Valero’s howling in pain after getting powerbomb across the edge of the ring.

When Herrera turns around, Jackson knocks him down with a superkick. He then turns, picks up Stevenson and rolls her back into the ring. He slides back in, drags her away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Stevenson gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Luke Jackson’s trying to bring this one home. He could be seconds away from doing so...

Jackson picks up Stevens and delivers Legs of Money to the body before stepping back and dropping her with a superkick. While Stevenson is down, he steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off for a Five Star Frog Splash. But Stevenson rolls out of the way, sending him crashing down to the canvas.

Stephy Auger: Nobody’s home!

Kris Cruise: Stevenson rolls out of the way and avoids the California Pride!

Stephy Auger: His ribs have to be killing him right now.

Stevenson crawls over and makes the cover.

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THR-NO!

Jackson gets his shoulder up.

Stevenson picks up Jackson and whips him into the ropes. When he returns, she goes for the Foot Fetish. Jackson ducks. But Herrera slides in, hurls himself over towards Jackson and spears him down.

Kris Cruise: Spear! Dan Herrera with the spear from out of nowhere!

Stephy Auger: This doesn’t look good for the champs...

Herrera drags Jackson into the corner as Stevenson steps out onto the apron. Once she makes her ascent to the top turnbuckle, she flips off and connects with the 630 Senton to an explosion of cheers.

Kris Cruise: Beauty School Dropout!

Stevenson slowly turns over and makes the cover.

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Valero climbs up onto the apron and tries to get back in.
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Herrera grabs him and holds him against the ropes.
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THREE!

“New Level” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes with cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners… and now, the NEEEEEEEEWWWWW… FGA World Tag Team Champions, STATUS QUO!

Kris Cruise: The drought is over! The championship drought is over for Cordy Stevenson and Dan Herrera! They can now call themselves champions after capturing the World Tag Team Championship!

Peaches gets in the ring and hugs Herrera. Meanwhile, Stevenson slowly returns to her feet.

Stephy Auger: This was a great match, Cruise. Slowly but surely, this company had built up a nice little tag team scene and now, Status Quo are at the top! I did think The Next Level were going to have their number.

Kris Cruise: This match could’ve gone either way. Both teams hit big move after big move. Both teams made timely saves. This was a close match from start to finish. Both teams wanted this. Both teams wanted to exit this arena as the champions. But it was Status Quo that was able to pull through and take the titles!

The ref goes over and hands Status Quo the Titles. Herrera and Stevenson hug before getting their arms raised by the referee.

[FGA Office]

Ruby Tyler vs. Dan Herrera

...Spoken...

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Peaches! Now residing out of Raleigh, North Carolina and weighing in at 200 pounds! He is one half of the FGA World Tag Team Champions… DAN HERRERA!

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera, one half of the Tag Champs, is looking for some revenge when he takes on Ruby Tyler in just a few moments. After having the titles stolen from The Usual Suspects several months ago, Status Quo finally recaptured the titles in a Ladder Match last month at Retribution. But their celebration was cut short when Ruby Tyler and Kevin Hardaway sent the both of the off the ladder and crashing through double stacked tables on the floor.

Stephy Auger: What can I say? Ruby Tyler was tired of seeing the status quo. She was tired of the nice routine. What did playing fair get her and Hardaway? Screwed over. The two of them, they had enough. So they decided to usher in this new era of change. She just has to do it by herself now.

Come heavy or don't come at all,
You leave your piece at home that's your call,
It never paid to be merciful,
Come heavy or don't come at all

The lights come up as the music rises and Ruby Tyler bursts through the curtain

J.A. Aldridge: His opponent, now residing out of College Park, Maryland! Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is “The Huntress”... RUBY TYLER!

Come heavy or don't come at all,
Been here before and watched a better man fall
I smell the fear on you boy
Come heavy or don't come at all

Tossing her jacket aside, Ruby turns to face the crowd and pumps her fist in the air before sliding underneath the bottom rope, grinning as she heads to her corner and climbs the turnbuckle, her head bobbing as the chorus plays out. Once the music fades, she hops down and turns, waiting for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise: Ruby Tyler had the nerve to call Dan Herrera a hypocrite. But if her recent actions are any indication, it’s actually Ruby that’s the hypocrite!

Stephy Auger: I’m going to tell her you said that.

The bell sounds as Herrera tries to control the distance and cut off the ring while Tyler stays lights on her feet. Herrera dives in and goes for a tackle. But Tyler side steps. Herrera returns to his feet, inches over towards Tyler and throws out a haymaker. But Tyler ducks and moves out of the way. But the misses don’t deter Herrera. He stays on The Huntress. Once Herrera thinks he’s got Tyler right where he wants her, he lunges forward. But once again, Tyler’s able to escape his clutches. When Herrera turns around, he gets popped with a right hand. Tyler throws out two more punches before stepping back and nailing Herrera with a front kick.

Stephy Auger: She’s just too quick for him, Cruise!

After Herrera gets knocked back into the corner, the crowd boos while Tyler unleashes a chop, punch combination before sending him into the opposite corner with an irish whip. Tyler runs across the ring and looks to take Herrera’s head off with a bit boot to the face. But Herrera catches her foot. He then shoves Tyler down to the canvas. As Tyler gets up, Herrera runs from out of the corner and knocks her down with a shoulder block. He makes the cover.

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Tyler kicks out.

Herrera picks up Tyler, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tyler around, Herrera unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then brings Tyler from out of the corner before whipping her into the far ropes. When Tyler returns, Herrera throws out a lariat. But Tyler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tyler returns, Herrera throws out a discus elbow smash. But again, Tyler ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tyler comes back, the crowd cheers as Herrera lifts her up across his shoulder and deliver a Samoan Drop. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Tyler kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Cordy Stevenson is focused on her semifinals match later on tonight against the always dangerous Izzy Anders. But you’ve got to imagine that she told Dan to give Ruby a punch or 20 for her.

Stephy Auger: If I were Cordy, I’d watch my mouth when it comes to “The Huntress”.

Herrera picks up Tyler and nails her with a back elbow strike that knocks her over towards the ropes. While Tyler tries to shake out the cobwebs, Herrera approaches. But before he can get his hands on Tyler, she stops him with a kick to the knee. Tyler delivers another kick to the knee… and another. Tyler then turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, Herrera throws out a discus elbow strike. But again, Tyler ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Tyler returns, the crowd boos as she knocks Herrera down with a leg lariat. She makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Tyler picks up Herrera and cracks him with a headbutt. After Herrera stumbles over over towards the ropes, Tyler heads over, turns him around and cracks him with another headbutt. After a European Uppercut rocks Herrera, Tyler takes him by the arm and whips him into the far ropes. When Herrera returns, Tyler knocks him down with a single leg dropkick. She makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Tyler picks up Herrera, snapmares him over and delivers three soccer kicks to the back. She then runs into the ropes. When Tyler returns, she flattens Herrera with a soccer kick to the face. She makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Tyler’s been taking it to Herrera so far in this match.

Stephy Auger: Why do you sound so surprised? Everyone knows that Cordy Stevenson is carrying Herrera’s dead weight. He can’t hold his own.

Tyler picks up Herrera, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. She slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle a second time. After turning Herrera around, the crowd boos while Tyler sends him slumping down in the corner with stomps to the chest. She then chokes Herrera with her boot while pulling down on the top rope. The ref gives Tyler until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Tyler releases the choke. She slowly pulls up Herrera, brings him from out of the corner and whips him into the far ropes. When Herrera returns, Tyler drops him down to a knee after a dropkick to the leg. Tyler returns to her feet and runs into the ropes. When Tyler turns, she spikes Herrera with a hurricanrana.

While Herrera is down, Tyler steps out onto the around. She starts climbing the ropes. But she stops once she sees Peaches slapping the apron and cheering on Herrera.

Kris Cruise: Peaches is trying to rally behind her man. But I think she just caught the attention of Ruby Tyler.

Stephy Auger: And she doesn’t even know it. Watch this!

The crowd boos as Tyler climbs up to the top rope, dives off and knocks Peaches down with a diving forearm smash.

Kris Cruise: Why did she attack Peaches? She never did anything to her!?

Tyler climbs back up onto the apron before returning to the top turnbuckle. When Herrera gets up and turns around, Tyler goes for another diving forearm smash. But Herrera counters with a spinning heel kick.

Kris Cruise: Herrera gets the counter and stops Tyler’s momentum. Can he turn the tide in this match?

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Tyler gets her shoulder up.

Herrera picks up Tyler and whips her into the ropes. When Tyler returns, the crowd cheers when he throws her down with a belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover.

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Tyler gets her shoulder up.

Herrera delivers a scoop slam before he steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once Tyler gets back to her feet and turns around, Herrera connects with a missile dropkick. The momentum knocks Tyler over towards the opposite corner. After Tyler pulls herself up in the corner using the ropes and turns around, Herrera connects with a lariat. He moves Tyler to the side as he climbs up onto the middle ropes. But before Herrera can grab her to deliver a tornado DDT, Tyler grabs Herrera by the leg and yanks him off the middle ropes.

Stephy Auger: Did you see the way the back of his head smacked off the mat, Cruise? He might have been knocked loopy.

As Herrera gets up and turns around, Tyler runs from out of the corner and brings him down with a Sling Blade. Tyler steps back out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once Herrera gets back to his feet, Tyler knocks him down with a diving forearm smash across the back of the head. The crowd continues to boo while Tyler heads into the corner and waits for Herrera to get back up. As Herrera slowly gets up on one knee, Tyler darts from out of the corner and nails him in the back of the head with the Dead Aim. She turns Herrera over and makes the cover.

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“Heavy” blares throughout the arena as the crowd boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, RUBY TYLER!

The crowd continues to boo while Tyler gets her arm raised.

Kris Cruise: Ruby Tyler picks up an impressive victory over one half of the World Tag Team Champions!

Stephy Auger: It was an expected victory, Cruise and if she ever got in the ring with Stevenson one on one, you’d get the same result! She’s already beaten one half of the Tag Champs. They mind as well hand over the belts now before runs through Stevenson, too.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
October 26, 2013

Pooler picks up Tryon and knocks him down with a European Uppercut before heading to the outside. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table to boos from the crowd. After picking up the table and sliding it into the ring, he reaches back underneath the apron... and pulls out another table to boos from the crowd. After sliding the second table into the ring, Drake takes the first table and sets it up near the corner. He then picks up Tryon, grabs him from behind and knocks him down with the Mors Omnibus to boos from the crowd.

Grayson: That's it, it's over....

After picking up Tryon and rolling him onto the table, Drake steps through the ropes and begins climbing the turnbuckles.

Grayson: Maybe not...

Clement: They've got the match won. But they don't want to beat the Usual Suspects. They want to destroy them like the countless others they have.

Once he gets to the top, he signals for the Mors Vincit to boos from the crowd. But the boos turn to cheers as Marx runs off and shoves Drake off, sending him flying off the top turnbuckle and into the barricade to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: OH NO....

Clement: Drake just crashes against the barricade! Did you hear that thud!?

Grayson: How could I not?

But the cheers turn to boos as Marx turns right into Dr. Teeth from Pooler. Pooler takes the second table and leans it up against the corner behind Marx. Pooler then walks over and stands a couple of steps ahead of Marx. He waves him up, looking to drive him into the table. When Marx gets up and turns around, Pooler goes for the High Velocity Hug. But Marx moves out of the way, sending Pooler through the table to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: No, no, NO!

Clement: Pooler sends himself through the table!

Marx then picks up Pooler and brings him over towards the other corner. After Tryon steps through the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, Marx lifts Pooler up onto his shoulders.

Grayson: NO! No, no, no, no, no....

When Tryon flips off, the Usual Suspects deliver the Beautiful Disaster through the table to cheers from the crowd. Marx makes the cover.

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THREE!

“Just Because” blasts over the PA to cheers from the crowd.

Cruz: Here are your winners... and NEW Frontier Grappling Arts Mid-Atlantic Tag Team Champions, the USUAL SUSPECTS!

The ref hands Marx and Tryon the tag team titles. Both men slowly raise each others arms and the belts to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: I think I'm going to be sick...

Clement: It's over. Their reign of terror is finally over! The Murder have been dethroned by The Usual Suspects! We've got new champions!

Tiffany Lawrence Michaels makes her way down to the ring. After entering through the ropes, she celebrates with Marx and Tryon. All three of them then raise each others arms to cheers from the crowd.

Grayson: What is she celebrating for? She didn't do jack!

Clement: She's proud of her boys, just like these Toronto fans are proud of The Usual Suspects!

[FGA Office]

Backstage at the Boardwalk Hall, Spencer Burke is sitting on a crate used to carry some of the various equipment for Vertigo. He’s swiping away at an iPad, oblivious to everything around him.

What..the hell, is that?

Burke jerks around, startled by the voice of Anthony Rother who steps into the shot.

Spencer Burke: What?

Anthony Rother: I asked you…what is that?

Burke looks down at his tablet and realizes what Rother is asking about.

Spencer Burke: Oh, this? It’s been a busy day. I was just checking out some highlights from today’s college games. I don’t have another interview scheduled for a while, so I figured why not?

Anthony Rother: Do you know how many FGA policies you’re currently violating Burke?

Spencer Burke: Excuse me?

Rother moved in close.

Anthony Rother: I just left a meeting with Lenny T. I have successfully lobbied to get all Apple products banned from any arena that FGA happens to be conducting a show at. You… *he points at Burke accusingly* …are currently violating that policy.

Rother snatches the iPad out of Burke’s hands and carelessly tosses it over his shoulder where it slams onto the concrete.

Spencer Burke: HEY!

Burke screams and runs off to see what damage has been done. This leaves Rother to his own vices.

Anthony Rother: You heard me right! *Rother screams into the camera* No more Apple products at FGA events. This is a time of crisis, and I refuse to sit idly by. So I made my voice heard and put forth my case to make backstage safe again. This is democracy in action! Oh, what a great week it’s been for democracy…

Rother smirked in reference to the Presidential Election.

Anthony Rother: As we move forward to a time of healing as a nation, it’s important to analyze all of the data to see exactly why the people made the choices they did. As we’ve learned this week, the most efficient way to learn why the people voted the way they did is through exit polls.

Spencer Burke: You cracked my screen you jerk!

Burke screams off camera causing Rother to wrinkle his face in irritation at the interruption. He clears his throat and ignores him.

Anthony Rother: I have here very important information from the voice of the people, I collected all of this data myself as I waited for the mutants of Atlantic City to make their choice in the election.

Rother holds up a small stack of index cards, and begins to read off of them.

Anthony Rother: Question one: Should Dom Harter be fined for smashing an iPad over Chris Tryon’s face… Sixty-two percent of the mutants said, I prefer Android; twenty-two percent said, no; twenty percent said, I slept with Dom Harter and all I got was this itch.

Spencer Burke: *off screen* I don’t have insurance on this… and that was one hundred and four percent you idiot!

Rother sighs in annoyance, and continues to ignore Burke.

Anthony Rother: Question two: What do you think was the cause of death for Karma’s grandfather… Eighty-eight percent said, didn’t you piss yourself on national TV; six percent said, get out of my face; and the last six percent had no opinion.

Rother threw the index cards in the air in frustration.

Anthony Rother: What this tells me is that the state of New Jersey is infested with mutants who are so out of touch with what’s important in this country, they should have their voter registration cards revoked. After all, this is the state that unleashed that fat slug, Chris Christie on the rest of the country, and now we all have to pay for your sins as he forms the new presidential cabinet. You do not deserve to play host to this Fifth Year Anniversary Show and you certainly don’t deserve to have The Usual Suspects grace you with their presence. Unfortunately Lenny T. told me to get my ass out there or I wouldn’t have a job.

Rother shakes his head in disbelief.

Anthony Rother: So, I’ll just have to settle for once again destroying Johnny Karma and an undeserving tag team partner. Maybe we can go two for two and make your grandmother croak!

Rother disgustingly chuckles at the cheapshot.

Anthony Rother: And for the record, I don’t have anything personal against Noelle Smith, so this one’s for you Evan Envi! I got your back!

Rother throws up a fist of solidarity for Evan and walks off the scene. Burke walks back into the shot and begins screaming at the top of his lungs.[

Spencer Burke: I just checked and you didn't talk to Lenny about anything you jerk!

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
May 16, 2015

Fujiko’s about 75% up the ladder before she attempts to make a reach for the titles, but they just stay out of her reach. She climbs up another rung before making another reach for them and getting a hold of one of the titles! Fujiko then uses her other hand after she feels she’s balanced herself well enough on the ladder to grab a hold of the other title. Fujiko then attempts to yank both belts off!

But Noelle comes racing back into the match as she gets on the inside area of the ladder and climbs a few rungs before pulling Fujiko’s legs through the rung, forcing her to let go for the belts as they continue to hang on!

Kris Cruise: Noelle is back in this!

Stephy Auger: The unfortunate part is, if Fujiko hadn’t taken some punishment, she would have made it up that ladder and retained her gold!

Noelle then hops off the runs after basically trapping Fujiko in the ladder. Mine tries her best to wiggle free out of the trap, but Noelle begins racing up the rungs of the other side of the ladder while Fujiko continues to struggle. Noelle basically gets to the top before she grabs a hold of both championships belts!

Kris Cruise: This is it right here!

Noelle then yanks the titles off of where they are hanging before the bell rings and the audience mostly cheers!

J.A. Aldridge: The winner of this match....AND YOUR NEW FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPION....NOELLE SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMITH!!!

Noelle sits herself on top of the ladder, holding both championships close to her chest as the audience applauds the performance of both women in this match.

Kris Cruise: What a match! And it’s only promising to get better from here!

Stephy Auger: Noelle Smith is your new Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion in a ladder match that was truly a real back and forth between these two competitors.

Kris Cruise: I thought she was out of it, but in the end, we have a new champion.

Stephy Auger: Congratulations to Noelle Smith!

Noelle then raises both titles high in the air with a smile on her face as Fujiko is forced to watch on, still trapped in the ladder.

[FGA Office]

Johnny Karma and Noelle Smith vs. The Usual Suspects

Dimebag Darrell’s building rift of “Cowboys from Hell” by Pantera abruptly begins over the PA system and the fans rise in anticipation of The Usual Suspects. The song begins its heavy thrashing as the dual guitars begin their monstrous battle for supremacy as the arena lights dim. A red spotlight shines on the black curtains and the fog begins to rise when Phil Anselmo’s screaming vocals begin…

Oh…COME ON!!!

Stephy Auger: Where’s Rother?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know. Maybe he couldn’t make it to a bathroom and had another accident.

Stephy Auger: Oh you’re so funny. -_-


Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We’re gonna take what’s ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We’re tagged and can’t turn back

Kris Cruise: This is the part where Marx and Tryon usually come out. Where are the Suspects?

Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It’s been slow down below,
Aimed at you we’re the cowboys from hell

Kris Cruise: We still haven’t seen The Usual Suspects or Anthony Rother.

Stephy Auger: This isn’t good, Cruise. You don’t think they’ve been jumped again backstage, do you?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know.

“Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA.

Kris Cruise: Alright, I’m being told that The Usual Suspects aren’t ready yet. So they’re going to send Noelle Smith and Johnny Karma out first.

The lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up.

Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my (hah hah)
Can you keep up?
Baby boy, make me lose my breath
Bring the noise, make me lose my breath
Hit me hard, make me lose my breath (hah hah)

She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring. Jason Marx and Chris Tryon quickly jump the guardrail and attack Smith from behind.

Stephy Auger: The Suspects are here!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, and they just attacked Noelle from behind! This was a set up all along!

The crowd continues to boos as the Suspects pick up Smith and whip her hard against the guardrail. They immediately push over and pummel her with punches and kicks. Anthony Rother can be seen applauding his men after climbing over the guardrail.

Kris Cruise: Now look at this piece of work!

Stephy Auger: What about him? He’s applauding his men on a job well done!

But his celebration stops once Johnny Karma bursts through the curtains to an explosion of cheers!

Kris Cruise: It’s Johnny Karma! Karma’s rushing down to the make the save!

Rother turns and climbs back over the guardrail so that he run to safety. Meanwhile, Karma tackles Tryon down from the side. He mounts himself on top of Tryon and rains down right hands. But Marx quickly hooks his arm from behind. After pulling Karma up to his feet, Marx takes Karma, runs and tosses him down to the floor. Once Karma gets back to his feet, Marx charges over to attack. But Karma ducks and counters with a back body drop against the apron. Marx bounces off the edge of the apron before falling back to the floor.

Karma picks up Marx and whips him hard into the guardrail. Marx groans as he back collides with the rail. After sizing Marx up, Karma rushes down ringside before knocking him over the rail and into the crowd with an NYC Uppercut.

Kris Cruise: Karma put something extra behind that uppercut!

Stephy Auger: Why are you enjoying this? This should be taking place inside the ring. But those no good thugs, Karma and Smith, are attacking the Suspects on the floor! And you’re enjoying this!

Kris Cruise: The Usual Suspects attacked Smith from behind first!

Back in the aisle, Tryon can be seen delivering shoot kicks to Smith while she leans against the guardrail. He then takes Smith and goes for an irish whip. But Smith reverses, sending Tryon across the aisle and crashing into the guardrail rail. As Tryon staggers away from the rail, Smith brings him down with a drop toe hold. Tryon immediately covers his face after it smacks off the floor.

Smith picks up Tryon and whips him over towards Karma, who doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. He then rolls Tryon back into the ring. After Karma rolls back in, the bell sounds. He then makes the cover.

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Tryon gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Finally, this match can shift to the ring!

Karma picks up Tryon and whips him into the ropes. When Karma returns, he delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Tryon stands with his knees buckled, Karma rattle off three snapping jabs before socking him with a right hook. Tryon gets back up, but Karma knocks him down with another right hook. After Tryon gets back up, Karma whips him hard into the corner. As Tryon stumbles away from the corner, Karma throws him down with a back body drop. He then heads over to the corner and tags in Smith.

Smith climbs up onto the apron while Karma holds Tryon in place for her. Smith’s about to jump off to attack when Rother climbs up onto the apron and captures everyone’s attention.

Kris Cruise: I’m really getting tired of him doing this every show!

Stephy Auger: What, giving his guys instructions!? What’s wrong with that? He’s a manager! Let him manage!

Kris Cruise: He can manage while keeping his feet on the floor!

Rother can be seen yelling at Smith. But he doesn’t stay on the apron for long as Cherry Baum reaches up and yanks him down to the floor. Rother gasps at the sight of Baum and immediately covers up the family jewels.

Kris Cruise: The family jewels might still be aching after the last show?

Back in the ring, Smith’s about to hop off. But Marx comes up from behind and nails Karma with a clubbing strike to the back of the neck. The crowd boos as he Karma around, runs and tosses him through the ropes and to the floor. After Marx steps back and turns around, Smith leaps off, knocking both Suspects down with a dropkick using each leg. She kips back to her feet and pumps her fists.

Kris Cruise: She’s feeling it, Stephy!

Smith picks up Tryon and whips him into one corner. She then picks up Marx and whips him into another corner. The crowd cheers as Smith runs over and connects with a corner dropkick to Tryon. She returns to her feet, runs across the ring and connects with a corner dropkick to Marx. Smith returns to her feet, grabs Marx and goes for an irish whip. But Marx reverses, sending her over towards Tryon, who runs out of the corner and throws out a back elbow. But Smith ducks and runs into the corner. When Tryon turns around, Smith runs up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and knocks him down with a moonsault.

Before Smith can even get off of Tryon, the crowd boos as Marx grabs Smith and delivers a deadlift German Suplex.

Stephy Auger: He suplexed Smith with ease, Cruise!

Marx picks up Smith and throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Smith ducks and pushes Marx over towards Karma, who knocks him down with Check Your Chiclets. Karma steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. But once again, Rother gets up on the apron.

Kris Cruise: Again with Rother! The ref needs to step in and get him out of here!

As soon as he turns and seems Baum making her way towards him, Rother wisely hops down and scurries over towards the timekeeper’s corner.

Kris Cruise: I think the threat of another kick to the jewels is the only thing that’ll keep Rother at bay.

When Karma turns back to face Marx, Tryon dives over and shoves Karma’s legs out from under him. While Karma is crotched on the top turnbuckle, Tyron climbs up onto the middle rope and goes for a superplex. But Karma blocks it. So Tryon goes for another superplex. But again, Karma blocks it. Karma then punches him three times in the midsection before knocking him down with a right hand. He then leaps off and connects with a flying elbow drop.

Kris Cruise: From The Stars Above!

Marx picks up Karma and whips him into the ropes. When Karma returns, Marx doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before throwing him down with a double underhook sitout powerbomb.

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Smith runs and breaks up the pin with a dropkick to the face.

Smith picks up Marx and whips him into the corner. As she runs into the corner, Marx ducks and dumps her over the top rope…

… but Smith lands safely on the apron. When Marx turns around, the crowd cheers as Smith connects with a springboard missile dropkick. When Smith returns to her feet and turns around, Tryon throws out a spin kick. But Smith ducks with a bridging evasion before countering with a backflip kick. While Tryon is dazed, Smith runs into the ropes. When Smith returns, the crowd boos as Tryon delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tryon steps through the ropes and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. But Smith runs into the ropes, causing Tryon to slip, fall and wind up crotched on the turnbuckle. After climbing up onto the middle ropes and nailing him with three forearm smashes, the crowd cheers once Smith brings him down with a top rope hurricanrana.

Kris Cruise: Smith hits an avalanche hurricanrana!

Stephy Auger: But her and Tryon aren’t the legal men.

While the ref checks on Tryon, Smith steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope. Just then, Rother climbs back up onto the apron and shakes the top rope with all his might. This causes Smith to lose her balance and crash onto the canvas.

Kris Cruise: OH COME ON!

The crowd boos as Rother can be seen yelling at Smith. But he’s quickly yanked down to the floor by Baum. Baum goes to kick him. But Rother knocks her foot away from him and grabs her her by the wrist. He then begins to shake Baum until Karma blindside him with This Is For The Front Row.

Kris Cruise: Karma from out of nowhere!

Karma picks up Rother, runs and flings him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Karma then hops the rail and begins to put the boots to Rother. Marx and Tryon see this, so they roll to the outside, climb over the guardrail and double team Karma.

Stephy Auger: This action has gone back to the outside, Cruise! The ref is losing control of this match.

Kris Cruise: I don’t think he ever had it, honestly.

The Usual Suspects continue to stomp away on Rother as Smith climbs up to the top turnbuckle. When Tryon and Marx turn around, the crowd explodes with cheers as Smith soars off the top turnbuckle and knocks down both men with a plancha.

Kris Cruise: What a leap from Noelle Smith! Off the top turnbuckle, over the guardrail and into the crowd! Unbeelievable!

After all four grapplers get back to their feet, they return to brawling as Rother tries to crawl his way through the crowd and to safety.

Kris Cruise: Now look at the weasel looking for the nearest exit!

Out of the corner of Karma’s eye, he can see Rother getting away. So he socks Tryon in the face before turning and going after Rother. Tryon then goes after Karma. After Marx shoves Smith back, he turns and goes after Karma as well. But Smith isn’t about to leave her partner hanging. So she takes off after them. With all four participants gone the ref finishes counting them all out.

Double Count out

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
February 28, 2015

Harter picks up Carmine and whips him into the ropes. When Carmine comes back, Harter bends over to set up a back body drop. Carmine counters with a sunset flip. But Harter rolls through it, grabs Carmine by the leg and tries to turn him over into a single leg boston crab. But Carmine uses his free leg to repeatedly kick Harter in the face. Once he’s free, Carmine turns over and gets back up to his feet. He goes after Harter. But Hater nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then grabs Carmine and goes for an irish whip. But Carmine reverses, sending Harter into the corner. Carmine then runs across the ring. But Harter steps out and counters with an overhead belly to belly suplex into the turnbuckles.

Kris Cruise: What a counter by Dom!

Harter turns him over and makes the cover.

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Carmine gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Harter picks up Carmine and whips him into the opposite corner. He then charges across the ring and goes for another double knee lift. But Carmine dives out of the way, causing Harter to crash into the corner.

Kris Cruise: Nobody's home on that one!

Stephy Auger: Dom's down! But can Tony capitalize!?

As Harter rolls away from the corner, Carmine heads into the corner and scales the turnbuckles. once he reaches the top, he flips off and connects with the Phoenix Splash.

Kris Cruise: There it is! Phoenix Splash connects!

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THR-NO!

Harter gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: He was so close, Kris!

Carmine picks up Harter and goes for a belly to back suplex. But on the way up, Harter rakes him across the eyes. Once Harter lands on his feet, he spins Carmine around, lifts him up and delivers a reverse implant DDT. Harter then quickly sits up Carmine and applies Futility.

Kris Cruise: Futility! He's got it locked in!

Harter cinches in the hold as Carmine frantically tries to escape. Carmine scoots over and tries to get to the ropes. But he’s not quite there.

Stephy Auger: Tony's trying to reach the ropes, but it's to no avail.

Harter leans back as he’s really got the hold locked on. The ref kneels down and asks Carmine if he wants to give up. But Carmine refuses to quit.

Kris Cruise: Tony doesn't want to lose his title. Not like this!

The ref asks Carmine if he wants to give up. But Carmine refuses to quit. He then reaches out with his right leg… and places it on the bottom rope. But the ref doesn’t force Harter to break the hold.

Kris Cruise: Tony doesn't have any rope breaks left. So he can grab the ropes or place his feet on the ropes all he wants. The ref will not force Dom to break the hold.

Harter continues to keep the hold applied as Carmine desperately tries to escape. But it’s to no avail as Carmine begins to fade. The ref raises Carmine’s arm and lets go, only to watch it fall and hit the canvas. The ref then raises Carmine’s arm again and let’s go. Carmine’s arm falls and hits the canvas a second time.

Stephy Auger: This might be it, Kris...

The ref raises Carmine’s arm and a third time, let’s go, and watches the arm fall and hit the canvas. The ref calls for the bell.

"Low Self Opinion" blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and new FGA Pride Champion, DOM HARTER!

Harter gets to his feet, where he yanks the championship away from the ref. Harter grabs the Pride Championship belt in his hands before repeatedly thrusting it in the air to continued boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Dom's done it! Add another feather in his cap. He's your new FGA Pride Champion, as well as the first Triple Crown winner!

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Spencer Burke is standing with a microphone in hand, seemingly waiting for someone.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with The Tenacious Little Bastard himself, Dom Harter…

He says, as Harter walks into shot. He’s not dressed to wrestle; in his ‘Still Probably Better Than Trump’ t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Dom almost looks relaxed.

Spencer Burke: Dom, we all know you didn’t make the cut for the lethal lottery tournament two weeks ago–

Dom Harter: Thanks for the reminder….

Spencer Burke: But what we did see that night, was you aiding Johnny Karma in attacking The Usual Suspects. And I guess the question is, where did that come from?

That question, however, draws a side eye glance from the Tenacious Little Bastard.

Dom Harter: Come on, Spencer, you can do better than that. You’ve been around long enough, and paid enough attention to know that I’ve turned over a new leaf in recent months, right?

Burke nods his head, albeit not enthusiastically.

Dom Harter: So when I hear Rother and his boys talking shit about the dead, what was I to do? I mean, I’m an honorable man now, Spence. I’m fighting for good now, all that jazz – plus I wouldn’t miss the chance to smash an iPad over Chris Tryon’s head!

Spencer Burke: We all saw that.

Dom Harter: That’s three now.

He even holds up three fingers for emphasis.

Spencer Burke: Well we know the Usual Suspects will be in action later tonight against the team of Johnny Karma and Noelle Smith. How come you’re not involved in that one?

Dom Harter: Not a damn clue.

He states, bluntly, before looking at Spencer awkwardly. Dom shrugs his shoulders as the silence continues.

Dom Harter: The guys up top must’ve liked what they saw in the Lethal Lottery tournament two weeks ago. But I’m here, in Atlantic City, ready to stop the Usual Suspects if they step out of line. And maybe to scout a couple of opponents…

Spencer Burke: The winner of the Lethal Lottery tournament? Who are you rooting for tonight?

Dom laughs.

Dom Harter: Oh, don’t make me choose, Spence. I mean, there’s the guy who said I was past my prime, before I beat him. One of my long time rivals, who said she was skeptical about my turning over a new leaf, before I beat her clean. The woman who put me on the shelf for six months, before I returned to action and beat her clean too. Or Annie Zellor, who I’ve also beaten … and I’m not talking ever here. I’m talking since I returned to an FGA ring back in June! So whoever wins tonight, whoever becomes the new FGA World Champion tonight, they’ll know I’m knocking on their door. They’ll know that I can beat them and take that title back, so I become a three time FGA World champion – and don’t worry, I won’t walk out when I do!

Harter shoots the camera a quick thumbs up.

Dom Harter: Or am I scouting Salem Cartier, and that Mid-Atlantic Legacy title that she’s holding at the moment. And it’s fine that she faced Savannah tonight instead of me, and congrats on the win, Salem. But I won’t lie, Spence – it’s not what I do now – but I need that title for my Grand Slam. And that’s my top priority right now. But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go find Johnny Karma.

Harter walks away, leaving Spencer Burke standing there as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
August 23, 2014

Cyncity picks up Cordy and goes for an irish whip. But Cordy reverses, sending Cyncity into the corner. Cordy then runs into the corner. But Cyncity gives her a boot to the face to cheers from the crowd. As Cordy stumbles back, Cyncity turns and springboards to the top turnbuckle for the Emphatic Whispers. Cordy quickly runs into the corner and tries to shove Cyncity off. But Cyncity backflips off the top turnbuckle, landing on her feet. When Cordy turns around, she runs over towards Cyncity and throws out a clothesline. But Cyncity ducks and runs into the corner. When Cordy turns around, she turns into the Emphatic Whispers to cheers from the crowd.

While Cordy is down, Cyncity steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once he she reaches the top, she goes for the Standing Ovation to cheers from the crowd. But Cordy rolls out of the way. Cyncity lands safely on her feet. But the momentum sends her rolling forward. After Cyncity rolls up to her feet and turns around, Cordy goes for The Foot Fetish. But Cyncity swats Cordy’s foot down, grabs her from behind and delivers the Breathtaker to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Great counter by Cyncity there!

Cyncity picks up Cordy and kisses her on the cheek before running into the ropes. When Cyncity comes back, she turns Cordy inside out with Beauty and the Knee. She makes the cover.

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Cordy gets her shoulder up to cheers from the crowd.

Cyncity picks up Cordy, brings her into the corner and sits her down on the top turnbuckle. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, Cyncity grabs Cordy and goes for a superplex, but Cordy blocks the move. So Cyncity tightens her grip and goes for another superplex. But again, Cordy blocks the move. Cyncity then lets go and goes to nail Cordy right a right hand. But Cordy blocks and counters with a right hand of her own. She then nails Cyncity with another right hand… and another. While Cyncity is temporarily rocked, Cordy shoves her off the top rope and down to the canvas to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cyncity falls to the canvas!

Grayson: Could we see The Beauty School Dropout?

After standing up on the top turnbuckle, Cordy flips off and goes for The Beauty School Dropout. But Cyncity gets her knees up, causing Cordy to crash across them to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: God, that's got to hurt!

Grayson: All that force, only to land on a pair of knees? Yeah, I'd say that hurts...

After both grapplers slowly get up, Cyncity heads over, hops onto Cordy’s shoulders spins around for the Cynderana. But before Cyncity can go for the inverted hurricanrana, Cordy pushes Cyncity up off her shoulders. Cordy looks for another electric chair facebuster. But Cyncity slips down in front of Cordy. When Cyncity turns around, she turns into The Foot Fetish. But Cyncity catches her foot and throws it down. She then spins Cordy around, kicks her in the midsection and goes for The Allure. But Cordy rolls through it and counters with the Glitter Driver to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: How about that counter from Cordy!

Grayson: First, she steals Cindy's spotlight! Now, she's stealing her moves! Unbelievable!

Cordy steps through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckles. Once she reaches the top, she flips off and connects with The Beauty School Drop to cheers from the crowd. Cordy turns over and drapes her arm across Cyncity for the cover.

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“Fine China” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Cruz: Here is your winner and the 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner, CORDY STEVENSON!

Cordy slowly gets up and gets her arm raised to cheers from the crowd.

Clement: Cordy's done it! Cordy's gone all the way! Cordy Stevenson is your 2014 Frontier Lions Cup winner!

It finally starts to sink in that she's won. Tears begin to run down Cordy's face as the ref shakes her hand. Cordy then heads into all four corners and raises her arms to cheers and applause from the crowd.

Grayson: What a show off! Your partner, your best friend, is laying in the middle of the ring and you're prancing around cheering? See, Tony was right! Cordy is no friend of Cindy's!

Cyncity slowly sits up in the center of the ring. Once she hears theme music that's not hers blaring throughout the arena, she buries her face in her hands.

Grayson: Poor girl. No cigars for her, huh?

Clement: Would you stop this nonsense!?

After Cordy climbs down out of the last corner, she heads over to Cyncity and extends her hand. Cyncity looks up at Cordy. Cordy motions for her to take her hand.

Grayson: Go ahead, Cindy, smack her hand away!

After Cyncity reaches up and grabs her hand, Cordy helps her back up to her feet.

Grayson: Clothesline her, Cindy! CLOTHESLINE HER!

She then hugs Cyncity as the crowd cheers. She then turns and raises Cyncity's arm to cheers and applause from the crowd.

[FGA Office]

SEMIFINALS IN THE WILDCARD LOTTERY TOURNAMENT
Cordy Stevenson vs. Izzy Anders

A somber strum of a guitar echoed out throughout the arena. The lights in the arena began to dim to a haunting dark purple color. From behind the curtain, a figure comes out. She lingers in the darkness, before creeping into the spotlight. She wears a long, dark cloak; it softly breezes in the wind. When "One More Soul to the Call" by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn begins to pick up, she unfastens the coat. She takes it off in a heavy flourish, the song picks up completely, transforming into a hard rock song.

♫ DAMAGE DONE TO THE FLESH, WHAT THEY SAID, IN THE NAME OF THE...
DAMAGE DONE TO THE HEART, IS THE START, OF THE END!
DAMAGE DONE TO MY SOUL, I KNOW, IT KNOWS WHERE MY...
DAMAGE DONE TO MY LIFE, CURSING LOUD, AT THE CHAOS ♫

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a semifinals match in the Wildcard Lottery Tournament! Introducing first, fighting out of Holland, Michigan! Weighing in at 157 pounds! She is the Mindkiller, IZZZZZY ANDEEEEEEERS!

♫ ONE MORE SOUL TO THE CALL, FOR ALL, IN SILENCE...
COMES TWO MORE SOULS TO THE CALL, FOR ALL, AND IN TIME!
THREE MORE MORE SOULS TO THE CALL, THEY FALL...
UNKNOWING THAT FOUR MORE SOULS TO THE CALL, WON'T BE ALL, AND YOU KNOW IT! ♫

Izzy ascends the turnbuckle, her eyepatch clear as day. She grabs onto it, ripping it off with a dramatic elegance. The eye under it burns brightly with a shade of red. She leaps off the turnbuckle, walking methodically to the center of the ring. There, she poses once more, enjoying the haunting and heavy rhythm of her own song. She looks up to the sky, smiling wickedly. She awaits the match to start with a sadistic aura radiating off her.

Kris Cruise: Izzy Anders is still dead set on destroying the company that, in her mind, abandoned her during her greatest time of need. She wants to see this place burned to the ground, Stephy. If she gets her hands on the FGA World Championship, she could damage the company in ways we couldn’t even imagine.

The lights dim down and take on a purplish hue as a light smoky mist fills the entranceway. The opening to A$AP Ferg's "New Level"  cues up.

I’m on a new level
I’m on it, I’m on it

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

J.A. Aldridge: Her opponent, from Freeport, Long Island! Weighing in at 146 pounds… CORDY STEVENSON!

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

Kris Cruise: Cordy Stevenson has come up short in countless World Title matches. If Izzy Anders has her way, Cordy won’t even make it past the semis.

Stephy Auger: Izzy Anders felt abandoned. Especially by Cordy Stevenson, who never bothered to check for her during her crisis this past Summer. She may be the Mindkiller now, Cruise, but she’s going to kill Cordy’s dreams of ever being World Champion, let alone wrestling ever again.

The bell sounds as Anders runs over and knocks down Stevenson with a yakuza kick.

Kris Cruise: Anders wasting no time!

Stephy Auger: She’s all over her, Cruise!

The crowd continues to boo as Anders reaches down, pulls Stevenson up by the hair with both hands and holds her head down as she delivers hard knee lifts to the face. She then takes Stevenson runs and launches her across the ring. After Stevenson bounces off the canvas, she rolls over towards the corner. As Stevenson pulls herself up in the corner and turns around, Anders charges into the corner, hurls herself at Stevenson and knocks her head back violently with a running European Uppercut.

Kris Cruise: Good God, what an uppercut!

Stephy Auger: Did you hear the impact from that blow, Cruise?

Anders takes Stevenson and whips her hard into the opposite corner. As Stevenson staggers from out of the corner, Anders charges across the ring and knocks her down with another running European Uppercut. She drops down and makes the cover.

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Anders pushes her arm back down before making another lateral press.

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Anders then swings over into the full mount and begins raining down rights and lefts to Stevenson.

Stephy Auger: Look at Anders go! She’s mauling Stevenson!

As soon as Stevenson begins covering up, Anders reaches down, grabs her by the hair with both hands, lifts her head up and then rams the back of her head against the canvas. Once Stevenson’s defense has been broken, Anders fires away with short-range punches to the face. Again, Stevenson covers up. So Anders returns to her feet and begins delivering stomps to the body. When Stevenson starts to guard her midsection, Anders switches targets and begins stomping away at the face. Once Stevenson goes back to guarding her head, Anders goes back to stomping away at the midsection. Anders switches things up and delivers alternating stomps to the head and torso.

Kris Cruise: Anders showing absolutely no regard for Stevenson!

Stephy Auger: Why should she? Stevenson didn’t have a care in the world when Izzy was gone. So why should Anders show her any compassion?

Stevenson turns over and curls up. So Anders dives down on top of her back and begins delivering hard elbows to the ribs.

Stephy Auger: This is a mauling, Cruise. An absolutely mauling.

The crowd continues to boo as Anders begins delivering lunges knee strikes to the ribs. Anders returns to her feet before flattening Stevenson with an axe kick to the back of the head. Anders drops down to her knees, pulls Stevenson over and makes the cover.

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Anders mounts Stevenson against and begins raining down 12-to-6 elbows on Stevenson’s face. There are boos still coming from the crowd. But there’s some audible gasps at the punishment Stevenson is taking.

Stephy Auger: This is getting ugly fast, Cruise. If Stevenson can’t defend herself, the referee’s got to jump in there and stop this.

Stevenson begins to cover up. So Anders returns to her feet and begins kicking away at Stevenson’s arms. Stevenson goes to roll to the outside. But Anders is having none of it as she quickly grabs Stevenson by the right arm. After dragging Stevenson back to a vertical base, she slowly reaches Stevenson’s arm before adding a snap at the last second. Stevenson can be seen cringing in pain. The ref asks Stevenson if she wants to give up. When Stevenson refuses, Anders yells at her before delivering a hard kick to the chest that doubles her over. Anders takes Stevenson and yanks the arm, which brings Stevenson down to a knee. As Stevenson tries to get back to a vertical base, Anders delivers another arm yank of the arm. The pain drops Stevenson back down to a knee. The ref asks Stevenson if she wants to give up. When she refuses, Anders delivers another hard kick to the chest. The thud from the kick is audible. While Stevenson slowly returns back to a vertical base, Anders quickly takes the arm and delivers an arm breaker across the shoulder. She then delivers another arm wrench. The ref again asks Stevenson if she wants to give up. After Stevenson refuses, she rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses with an arm wrench of her own. But Anders is quick to reverse with an arm wringer, sending Stevenson down shoulder-first onto the canvas.

Stephy Auger: Well, so much for that.

Kris Cruise: I never thought I’d say this. But Izzy Anders is having her way with Cordy Stevenson. Anders has completely outmatched her thus far.

While Stevenson is in the prone position, Anders quickly pounces on her and tries to lock on a fujiwara armbar. But Stevenson is able to scramble to safety and wrap her left arm around the bottom rope. The ref gives Anders until the count of five to let go.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Anders quickly returns to her feet and nails Stevenson with a hard kick to the ribs. While Stevenson curls up, Anders begins using her boot to nudge her against the side of the head. Anders then takes a few steps back, then runs over and nails Stevenson with a kick to the ribs that knocks Stevenson out onto the apron.

Stephy Auger: That’ll make it hard to breath.

As Anders reaches through the ropes to pick up Stevenson, Stevenson quickly reaches up, grabs Anders by the hair with both hands and pulls her down to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Stevenson breaks up the attack. But for how long?

Stevenson is shown slowly pull herself up onto the apron. But she doesn’t stay there for long as Anders swipes her legs out from under her with a swift kick. Stevenson trips and lands sideways on the apron.

Stephy Auger: Not for long.

Anders pulls Stevenson over onto her back before nailing her with short-range punches to the face. She then pulls Stevenson down to the floor before going for an irish whip. But Stevenson reverses, sending Anders crashing into the guardrail.

Kris Cruise: Stevenson’s got her opening!

Stephy Auger: But what can she do with it? Right now, she can’t even stand up!

After catching her breath, Stevenson runs over towards Anders. But Anders knocks the taste out of her mouth with a palm strike. After a knee to the midsection, Anders takes Stevenson and hurls her against the the guardrail. She then rolls back in, then back out to restart the count.

Anders picks up Stevenson and scoops her up across her shoulder before pointing in front of her.

Kris Cruise: Woah woah woah, what’s she doing here!?

Stephy Auger: I think she’s going to launch Stevenson into the ring post!

Kris Cruise: No… NO!

Anders runs down ringside and goes to lawn dart Stevenson into the ring post. But Stevenson slips down from behind and shoves Anders towards the ring post. But Anders is able to put on the brakes and put her hands in front of her to stop from colliding with the post. When Anders turns around, Stevenson knocks her down with a jumping spinning back kick to the face.

Kris Cruise: The Foot Fetish!

Stevenson rolls back in. After staying on all fours and catching her breath, she slowly returns back to her feet. While Anders slowly returns to a vertical base, Stevenson turns and runs into the far ropes. When Stevenson returns, she leaps over the top rope for a suicide plancha. But Anders side steps and shoves Stevenson down to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Oh no!

The crowd gasps as Stevenson lands with a thud on the floor. Anders picks up Stevenson and lifts her up across her shoulder. She then takes a few steps back before running forward and lawn darting Stevenson face-first against the ring post. The crowd gasps as Stevenson’s head smacks off the post.

Anders picks up Stevenson and rolls her back into the ring. But instead of rolling back in, Anders takes Stevenson by the right arm and delivers an armbreaker across the ring post. Stevenson rolls back towards the center of the ring and clutches the right arm while Anders slowly makes her way up the steel steps. She then enters through the ropes, takes Stevenson’s arm from behind and yanks her back up to her feet. Anders then goes for a hammerlock spun into a lariat. But Stevenson ducks and runs towards the ropes. When Anders turns around, the crowd cheers as she turns into a one-arm handspring enzuigiri.

Kris Cruise: Great adjustment and counter by Stevenson! She makes the cover!

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Stevenson picks up Anders and goes for an irish whip. But Anders reverses, sending Stevenson into the ropes. When Stevenson returns, she goes to slide through Anders’ legs. But Anders times a double knee drop to the chest. She makes the cover.

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Anders picks up Stevenson and nails her with a European Uppercut that sends her stumbling back into the ropes. As Anders approaches, Stevenson stops her with a kick to the midsection. After another kick, Stevenson gets off the ropes and nails Anders with a right hand. She then knocks Anders back with another right hand… and another… and another. Stevenson turns and runs into the ropes. When Stevenson comes back, she stops dead in her tracks after Anders spits at her.

Kris Cruise: What the heck!? Izzy Anders just spat at Cordy Stevenson!

Stephy Auger: Stevenson showed her no respect. So she’s giving that attitude right back.

Anders quickly follows up with a step up enzuigiri that sends her flipping down to the canvas. The crowd boos while she makes the cover.

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Anders picks up Stevenson, turns and mocks Stevenson by gyrating her hips before dropping her with a hangman’s neckbreaker. The crowd boos while she turns and makes the cover.

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Anders picks up Stevenson and doubles her over with a hard knee to the midsection, she lifts Stevenson up across her shoulders. She takes off across the ring with hopes of delivering a Running Liger Bomb. But Stevenson counters with a hurricanrana at the last second.

Kris Cruise: Stevenson with the last second counter! Better late than never.

Stevenson takes Anders and goes for an irish whip. But Anders reverses, sending Stevenson into the corner. Anders charges across the ring. But Stevenson knocks her back with a back elbow using the left arm. She then quickly faces the corner before connecting with a handspring roundhouse kick.

Kris Cruise: The Beautiful Nightmare!

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Stevenson picks up Anders and goes for an irish whip. But again, Anders reverses, sending Stevenson into the ropes. When Stevenson returns, Anders sets up for a back body drop. But Stevenson counters with a swinging neckbreaker. She returns to her feet and goes for a standing moonsault double knee drop. But Anders rolls out of the way. She quickly returns to her feet and throws out a wild roundhouse kick. But Stevenson ducks, pops up to her feet and brings Anders down with a leaping reverse bulldog. The crowd cheers while she makes the cover.

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Stevenson picks up Anders and whips her into the ropes. When Anders returns, Stevenson goes for a basement dropkick. But Anders hurdles over her and runs into the far ropes. When Anders returns, the crowd cheers when Stevenson knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover.

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Anders gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Stevenson is trying to fight back as best she can.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but how much does she have left in her? Anders was beating the you-know-what out of her early in the match.

Stevenson picks up Anders and whips her into the corner. After rolling her right shoulder, Stevenson runs across the ring and goes for a cartwheel handspring back elbow. But Anders catches her in mid air. After walking a few paces out of the corner, she lets Stevenson down, hooks her arm and delivers a release dragon suplex into the turnbuckles.

The crowd boos as Anders drags Stevenson from out of the corner and makes the cover.

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Anders picks up Stevenson, connects with a European Uppercut then throws out a roundhouse kick. But Stevenson swats it away before delivering a dropkick to the knees. She then takes Anders and plants her with a Kneeling Snap DDT. She makes the cover.

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Stevenson picks up Anders and lifts her up for a gourdbuster. But Anders knees her in the head on the way up. After she’s lowered back down, Anders kicks Stevenson before lifting her up and planting her with a double underhook piledriver. She then sits up Stevenson and points to a random fan before running into the ropes. When Anders returns, the crowd boos as she flattens Stevenson with a Penalty Kick. She makes the cover.

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Stevenson gets her left shoulder up.

Anders picks up Stevenson and whips her into the ropes. When Stevenson returns, the crowd erupts with boos when Anders knocks her down with the Foot Fetish.

Kris Cruise: She just nailed Cordy with her own move! Again!

After dragging Stevenson into position, Anders steps out onto the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. But she’s cut off by Stevenson, who comes from out of nowhere and runs up onto the ropes. She begins hammering away with punches to the face. But Anders is able to block a punch and lunges forward cracking Stevenson with a headbutt. A hard European Uppercut sends Stevenson off the ropes and down to the canvas. Anders then steps up onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and delivers a flying double knee drop to the right arm.

Stephy Auger: That arm is done, Cruise!

Anders looks down at Stevenson, then up to the top turnbuckle. After looking back down at Stevenson, Anders gets back to her feet and steps through the ropes.

Kris Cruise: She’s not… she’s not going to up there, is she?

The crowd continues to boo as Anders scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying double knee drop to the right arm.

Stephy Auger: Correction, NOW the arm is done!

Anders returns to her feet, steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Enough’s enough, Izzy!

Stephy Auger: For her, it’ll be enough when this company if left in ruin.

Anders leaps off and goes for a flying double knee drop. But Stevenson rolls out of the way.

Kris Cruise: She missed!

The crowd explodes with cheers after Anders missed. Anders slowly rolls out onto the apron before hugging her knees.

Kris Cruise: She might be hurt, Stephy.

As Anders slowly pulls herself up using the ropes, Stevenson runs into the corner, slingshots over the top rope, grabs Anders and plants her with a Triangle DDT on the apron.

Kris Cruise: DDT right onto the hardest part of the ring. She might be out.

After pushing Anders back into the ring, Stevenson climbs up onto the apron. She slowly scales up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and goes for a 630 Senton. But Anders rolls out of the way.

Stephy Auger: Beauty School Dropout misses!

The crowd boos as Stevenson writhes in pain on the canvas. Anders slowly returns back to her feet, picks up Stevenson, lifts her up, runs out of the corner and throws her down with a Running Liger Bomb.

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Anders picks up Stevenson, lifts her up, runs towards the opposite side of the ring and throws her down with another Running Liger Bomb.

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Kris Cruise: Stevenson got her shoulder up again!


Anders slowly lifts Stevenson up off the canvas… then quickly locks on a guillotine choke.

Stephy Auger: Now it’s over, Cruise.

Anders grits her teeth as she cinches in the hold. The ref asks Stevenson if she wants to give up. But Stevenson refuses. While Anders keeps the hold applied, Stevenson slowly walks backwards towards the corner. She then runs backwards up the turnbuckles then pushes off the top turnbuckle, crashing down on top of Anders. But Anders quickly wraps her arms around Stevenson, turns over and locks on another guillotine choke. But Stevenson is able to reach her legs back and wrap them around the bottom rope.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Anders reluctantly breaks the hold. She then picks up Stevenson and slams her face-first into the corner. After turning Stevenson around, Anders sends her slumping down in the corner with machine gun punches to the face. Anders reaches down, pulls Stevenson up and sends her slumping down in the corner with more machine gun punches.

Stephy Auger: Look at how Anders rocks her head after those punches! Amazing!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, there’s a lot of hate behind those punches.

Anders pulls Stevenson back up before whipping her into the opposite corner. Anders charges across the ring and hurls herself at Stevenson for a hard European Uppercut. But Stevenson moves out of the ring, causing Anders to crash into the corner. When Anders turns around in the corner, Stevenson connects with a spinning heel kick that sends Anders slumping down.

Kris Cruise: Another break for Stevenson...

Stevenson stumbles over towards the center of the ring, then turns, runs and connects with a slingshot corner dropkick. The crowd cheers while she drags Anders from out of the corner before making the cover.

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Anders gets her shoulder up.

After Stevenson picks up Anders, Anders nails her with a palm strike. She then rocks her with a European Uppercut before unleashes the kick flurry.

Stephy Auger: Dirty Dancin!

The crowd continues to boo while Anders continues her assault. She continues the kick flurry until she knocks Stevenson down with a roundhouse kick. She then picks up Stevenson and lifts her up for another Running Liger Bomb. But Stevenson is able to deliver short-range punches to the head. After slipping down in front of Anders, the crowd cheers as Stevenson knocks her down with the Foot Fetish before following up with a standing moonsault double knee drop.

Stevenson steps out onto the apron and begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle. But Anders cuts her off by running up the turnbuckle and connecting with a European Uppercut. She then takes Stevenson by the right arm, leaps off and delivering a flying double knee armbreaker.

Kris Cruise: Timely counter by Stevenson!

Anders turns over and locks on Stevenson. Her eyes widen as recognizes that the end is near.

Stephy Auger: Look at those eyes, Cruise. She’s ready to kick Stevenson’s head right out of Boardwalk Hall!

After Stevenson slowly returns to her feet and turns around, Anders jumps to her feet and throws out a 540 Kick. But Stevenson ducks. When Anders turns around, Stevenson kicks her in the midsection and goes for a Twist of Fate. The crowd gasps as they think Stevenson’s about to put it away. But not so fast. Anders counters by shoving Stevenson off of her and into the ropes. When Stevenson returns, the crowd cheers when she plants Anders with a Blockbuster DDT.

Kris Cruise: Anders went for the Capetown Sunset, but Stevenson blocked. Stevenson then tried to put it away with The Allure. But Anders slipped out and pushed Stevenson into the ropes. Stevenson then used that momentum to driver Anders into the mat with Head Over Heels.

Both grapplers are down. The crowd can be seen clapping as they try to rally behind Stevenson. Anders tries to shake out the cobwebs while Stevenson slowly makes her way out onto the apron. As Anders slowly gets up, Stevenson climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. When Anders turns around, the crowd explodes with cheers as Stevenson leaps off and delivers The O-Face.

Kris Cruise: Get Familiar! That’s gotta do it right there!

Stevenson makes the cover.

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Anders gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: What!?

Stephy Auger: She’s not out of it! She’s not out of it!

Stevenson heads out onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Once a dazed Anders gets to her feet and turns around, Stevenson leaps off and delivers Get Familiar for a second time. She makes the cover.

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“New Level” blasts over the PA as the crowd explodes with cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, CORDY STEVENSON!

Stevenson gets her left arm raised while the crowd continues to cheer.

Kris Cruise: Cordy Stevenson get a hard earned victory over Izzy Anders to advance to the Finals! What a match!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, Cordy advances. What what kind of shape is that arm going to be in? She really got roughed up out there.

Kris Cruise: We’ll have to find out. But what we do know is this: the winner of Tony Carmine and Annie Zellor will meet Cordy Stevenson in the main event to determine a new FGA World Champion!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

FLASHBACK
April 16, 2016

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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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…

[FGA Office]

SEMIFINALS IN THE WILDCARD LOTTERY TOURNAMENT
Sunshine Scandalous Tony Carmine vs. Annie Zellor

"Jager Yoga" by CSS begins to play throughout the arena as Annie Zellor steps out from behind the curtain; the fans in attendance begin to boo as Zellor keeps her head down, bouncing from one foot to the other in time with the music. She raises her head, looking out across the crowd as she stands there with her feet apart, hands on her hips, before finally heading down the aisle.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a semifinals match in the Wildcard Lottery Tournament! Introducing first, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 120 pounds… ANNIE ZELLOR!

Some fans still reach out for the high five, and for those fans Annie obliges. But she tries to drown out the rest of them as they continue to jeer her from a distance. Zellor climbs up the ring steps and stops on the apron, taking another moment to look out across the crowd before she steps into the ring. There, Annie heads to her corner and rests back against the turnbuckles as she waits for this one to get started.

Kris Cruise: This has been a career year for Annie Zellor. More titles internationally. She finally broke out her in FGA as a singles star, holding the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship for the Spring and Summer. Now, she’s two matches away from becoming the new FGA World Champion.

Stephy Auger: Best of all? She’s not beholden to the fans anymore, Cruise. She doesn’t what she has to do to win. She’ll definitely have to do that tonight because The Scandalous One won’t take it easy on her.

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

"The molecule that's me won't go without a fist
I'm a molecule but I stand in the mist
Bitch don't cut your wrists, I'mma kill to live
Solar flare, I can see the skies opening, I'm almost there"

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

J.A. Aldridge: Her opponent, now residing out of Boca Raton, Florida! Weighing in at 179 pounds! Representing The New Kings… he is SUNSHINE SCANDALOUS TONY CARMINE!

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine has been a fixture in Pay per View main events for most of this year. He co-won the Gold Rush Rumble and founded The New Kings. He’s sne his fellow King, Johnny Cannon, become FGA World Champion. Is it time for the King to sit on his throne as World Champion?

Stephy Auger: Tonight, our King will be coronated, Cruise. Forget Stevenson. Forget Zellor. It’s his time.

The bell sounds as SSTC doubles Zellor over with a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC turns her inside out with a running clothesline. He quickly heads back over to Zellor and makes the cover.

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Zellor kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Carmine knocked the heck out of Zellor with that clothesline!

Stephy Auger: He’s not playing any games out there. This is the World Championship that’s on the line here.

SSTC picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC knocks her down with a dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Zellor kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for King Carmine early on.

Stephy Auger: He’s being aggressive. He’s going after pins early. These are all good signs, Cruise.

SSTC picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC throws out of a clothesline. But Zellor ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Zellor ducks and runs into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC leapfrogs over Zellor. Zellor continues to run into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC leapfrogs over her again. Zellor continues to run into another set of ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC brings her down with a hurricanrana. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Zellor kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for The Scandalous One.

Stephy Auger: We’ve said it before and we’ll see it again. Those early pin attempts may not pick up the victory. But it gets tiring kicking out after pin attempt after pin attempt after pin attempt.

SSTC picks up Zellor and whips her into the ropes. When Zellor returns, she slides through SSTC’s legs. When SSTC turns around, Zellor gets back to her feet. She throws out a kick to the midsection. But SSTC catches her foot. He then swings her leg away from him, grabs Zellor from behind and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Zellor is able to roll over his shoulder, land on her feet and follow up with a dropkick to the back. The dropkick causes SSTC to stumble forward before falling through the ropes. After SSTC pulls himself up on the apron, Zellor runs towards him. But instead of knocking him off the apron, Zellor slides through his legs. Once she lands feet-first on the outside, she grabs SSTC by the ankles and yanks him off the apron. On the way down, SSTC smacks his face on the apron before falling to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Ow, Carmine just hit his face against the apron on the way down!

Stephy Auger: What is Zellor doing? Is she trying to ruin the moneymaker? Kick him in the body all day. But please, watch the face.

Zellor picks up SSTC and slams him face-first onto the apron five times. After pushing SSTC up onto the apron and back into the ring, she climbs up onto the apron. Zellor heads over toward the ring post before waving up SSTC. After SSTC slowly returns to his feet, Zellor drives him down onto the canvas with a springboard bulldog. She pushes SSTC over and makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC, marches into the corner and goes to slam him face-first onto the top turnbuckle. But SSTC puts his hands out, blocking the move. After elbowing Zellor, SSTC takes her by the head and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then turns Zellor around before whipping her into the opposite corner. SSTC charges across the ring. But he gets a boot to the jaw, which turns him around. While SSTC slowly staggers away from the corner, Zellor steps back through the ropes and goes for another springboard bulldog. But SSTC counters with a backflip kick. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Beautifully timed counter by Carmine and it gets a count of two.

SSTC picks up Zellor and goes for an irish whip. But Zellor reverses, sending SSTC into the ropes. When SSTC returns, Zellor sets up for a back body drop. SSTC sees it coming, so he counters with a sunset flip. But Zellor rolls through it and follows up with a dropkick to the face. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and nails him with a punch to the face. After doubling him over with a kick to the midsection, Zellor delivers a sitout jawbreaker that sends SSTC stumbling back towards the ropes. While he’s still dazed, Zellor runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, SSTC back body drops her over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Zellor lands with a hard thud on the floor. That had to take a bit out of her.

Zellor can be seen writhing in pain on the floor. While she’s still on the outside, the ref begins to count her out.

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Zellor slowly returns to a vertical base. As soon as she turns around, SSTC hurls himself through the ropes and knocks her down with a rolling suicide dive.

Stephy Auger: He just flattened her, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Zellor never even had time to dodge it.

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

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC presses her shoulder down as he makes the lateral press.

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Zellor gets her other shoulder up.

SSTC returns to his feet and puts the boots to Zellor. The stomps slowly knock Zellor over towards the ropes. While Zellor tries to roll out onto the apron for safety, SSTC grabs her by the legs, hooks his arms around them and leans back, catapulting Zellor throat-first against the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Goodness!

SSTC drags Zellor away from the ropes and makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC returns to his feet before reaching down and pulling Zellor up by her hair. He pulls his free arm back before nailing Zellor with a hard clothesline to the throat. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

As SSTC slowly picks up Zellor, Zellor begins to nail him with right hands to the midsection. She then switches to rights and lefts. While SSTC is doubled over, Zellor quickly turns and runs into the ropes. When Zellor returns, SSTC lifts her up over his head with a gorilla press. He then walks back over towards the ropes before dropping Zellor throat-first across the top rope. Zellor bounces off the rope before falling down to the canvas. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC makes another lateral press.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC latches onto Zellor’s throat with both hands and chokes her. Zellor can be seen grabbing onto SSTC’s wrists while she kicks her legs. The ref gives SSTC until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

SSTC breaks the choke… only to latch onto Zellor’s throat again and choke her.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

SSTC lets go. He then slowly gets back to his feet… and presses his foot down across Zellor’s throat. He then grabs onto the top rope and pulls down while he continues to choke Zellor.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

SSTC lets go.

Kris Cruise: The Scandalous One has been super aggressive from the start and has kept that pace up throughout the match.

Stephy Auger: He’s giving Zellor quite the beating.

SSTC reaches down, picks up Zellor and brings her back down with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC picks up Zellor, scoops her up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC picks up Zellor, places her in a side headlock and rakes her face along the top rope. After SSTC lets go, Zellor staggers into a nearby corner. SSTC turns her around before climbing up onto the middle ropes. He then rains down nine punches in a row on Zellor. Before going for a tenth punch, SSTC swivels his hips. He then connects with a tenth punch. After climbing back down, he takes Zellor and whips her into the opposite corner. SSTC charges across the ring, but Zellor turns him around with another boot to the face. After staggering away from the corner, SSTC turns and runs back into the corner. This time, Zellor catches him with a back elbow to the face. After SSTC stumbles back, Zellor runs from out of the corner. SSTC goes to cut her off with a clothesline. But she rolls underneath it. When SSTC turns around, Zellor kicks him in the midsection before delivering a facebreaker DDT. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and goes for an irish whip. But SSTC reverses, sending Zellor into the ropes. When Zellor returns, she delivers a wheelbarrow bulldog. She pushes SSTC over and makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and nails him with a punch to the face. She rears back and nails SSTC with another punch… and another punch… and another.

Stephy Auger: She’s socking him right in the kisser, Cruise!

Each punch knocks SSTC back further and further towards the ropes until the last punch knocks him into the corner. After whipping SSTC across the ring and into the opposite corner, Zellor runs across the ring, hops onto SSTC and monkey flips him from out of the corner. Zellor rolls out onto the apron and pushes herself up. She can be seen waving up SSTC while he slowly returns to a vertical base. As SSTC turns around, Zellor springboards onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks him down with a missile dropkick to the face. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner and connects with a discus clothesline. Zellor goes to follow up with a bulldog out of the corner. But SSTC shoves Zellor off of him and into the ropes. When Zellor returns, she plants SSTC with a Satellite DDT.

Stephy Auger: All That Glitters!

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Close call there for the former two-time Pride Champion.

Stephy Auger: Zellor’s mounting a comeback. He’s got to cut her off or else this match will get away from him.

Zellor picks up SSTC and whips him into a set of ropes while running into a parallel set of ropes. After crisscrossing three times, Zellor yells at “Rotten to the core!” before going for a big boot. But SSTC swats it down as he continues to run into the ropes. When SSTC returns, he knocks Zellor down with a spinning roundhouse kick. The thud from the kick echoes throughout the crowd.

Kris Cruise: The Bedazzler!

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: So close!

SSTC picks up Zellor and delivers a snap suplex before heading into the corner. After climbing up to the top turnbuckle, SSTC flips off and goes for a Phoenix Splash. But Zellor is able to roll out of the way.

Stephy Auger: Carmine missed!

As SSTC slowly gets back to his feet, Zellor leapfrogs over him before driving him down with a one-handed bulldog. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and whips him into the corner. She then runs into the corner, but SSTC catches her with a back elbow to the face. After a back kick to the stomach doubles Zellor over and knocks her back a few steps, SSTC executes a backwards roll before delivering the Rainbow Kick. He makes the cover.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC picks up Zellor, lifts her up and sits her down on the top turnbuckle. Once SSTC gets up onto the middle ropes, Zellor begins fighting back by throwing out right hands to the face. After the last punch, Zellor shoves SSTC down to the canvas. Once SSTC gets back to his feet and turns around, Zellor stands up on the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying crossbody block….

… but SSTC rolls through it.

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Zellor gets her shoulder up.

SSTC picks up Zellor and lifts her up across his back. But she’s able to slip down from behind and runs towards the ropes. When SSTC turns around, he gets knocked down by a handspring back elbow. Zellor then makes her way into the corner before climbing up onto the middle ropes. When SSTC returns to his feet and turns around, Zellor leaps off and knocks him down with a diving knee strike to the face. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: We’ve seen some close nearfalls within the past minute or two. These two grapplers are giving it everything they’ve got!

Zellor picks up SSTC and nails him with a Taka geri, followed by a kick to the midsection that doubles him over. Zellor then quickly delivers a sitout facebuster. She makes the cover.

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SSTC gets his shoulder up.

Zellor picks up SSTC and whips him into the ropes. When SSTC returns, Zellor throws out a kick to the midsection. After SSTC catches her foot, she goes to follow up with an enzuigiri. But SSTC ducks, turns and places her in a single leg crab.

Stephy Auger: What a counter!

The ref asks Zellor if she wants to give up. But Zellor refuses.

Kris Cruise: Zellor’s this close to the Finals! She’s trying to hold on!

The ref asks Zellor if she wants to give up. But again, Zellor refuses. So SSTC pulls back to increase the pressure.

Stephy Auger: Now he’s really got it locked in!

Zellor can be heard groaning in pain while SSTC has the half crab applied. The ref asks her if she wants to quit. But once again, Zellor refuses.

Kris Cruise: Zellor’s trying to fight through the pain! But for how long!?

Zellor begins to grunt as she tries her best to pull herself towards the ropes.

Kris Cruise: She’s trying to get to those ropes!

SSTC can be seen shaking his head in disbelief as Zellor continues to pull herself towards the ropes. SSTC then stands up, drags Zellor back to the center of the ring, turns, kneels down and applies the ankle lock.

Stephy Auger: Sprinkle Lock!

The ref asks Zellor if she wants to give up. When she refuses, SSTC tries to twist the ankle even harder.

Kris Cruise: He’s trying to snap her ankle, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: A shot at the FGA World Championship is up for grabs! He’ll break it if she won’t tap!

Zellor pulls her hair while she groans in pain. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But again, she refuses. So SSTC takes her foot and begins nailing Zellor across the back with it several times.

Kris Cruise: My God!

SSTC stands up before dropping down into a grapevine ankle lock.

Stephy Auger: That’s it!

SSTC keeps cranking away at the ankle until Zellor taps out.

“Solarflare” blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts with boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, TONY CARMINE!

Carmine gets his arm raised while the crowd continues to boo.

Kris Cruise: Tony Carmine picks up the win. He advances to the Finals, where he’ll met a woman that he knows very well, Cordy Stevenson!

Stephy Auger: One more win and Tournament King Tony will have another tournament to his name, more cash to spend and a FGA World Championship to call his own!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

J.A. Aldridge: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-two pounds, she is your PRIIIIIDE CHAMPION…

Before Alridge can finish, the lights in the arena dim before the sound of Metro Station's Shake It begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. The crowd cheers in anticipation of Molly Reid’s arrival for her match, and gets even louder when they see her appear on the stage. Her Pride Championship belt is wrapped around her waist as usual. But she isn’t jumping like she often does, instead she’s holding a microphone as she walks towards the ring.

Molly Reid: Hold on, hold on, I’ve got something to say.

Molly walks to the steps and climbs up into the ring as her music slowly fades out. She walks to the middle of the ring, looking around at the fans and then up at the ramp, seemingly searching for the right words.

Molly Reid: I’ve been here in FGA for almost ten months now. And I don’t think I’ve ever done this. I’ve never had a reason to. For me, I like to keep my talking for the weeks leading up to Vertigo. Once I’m here, I’m focused on my match and only my match.

She looks around as she drops the microphone down. She looks over at the announcers, before turning back to the crowd and bringing the mic back up.

Molly Reid: But I can’t do that anymore. Every time I’m backstage now, I’m worried. I’m looking over my shoulder, I’m checking my locker room, I’m being paranoid. Every show I’m double-checking everything, I’m overthinking everything, and it’s all thanks to one person.

Molly’s face turns to a look of disgust as she glances back towards the entrance ramp.

Molly Reid: Evan Envi! But you all knew that. He did this to me. His weird creepy obsession with me that turned into dislike of me when I didn’t appreciate his unwanted stalking. You guys have no idea how bad it was back in August when it first happened. He was texting me constantly. Like ten times a day, just asking me how I was doing, where I was. He showed up at my house a few times. Like this guy was terrifyingly obsessed with me. And so I tried to be as nice as I could to him about this. He wanted to team up with me. I politely told him no. He wanted to help me in the ring. I asked him to stay away. But he didn’t care. He came anyways. And he cost me my Frontier Lions Cup match.

She hesitates as she thinks back to how it all started. She shakes her head, as if trying to get rid of the memories.

Molly Reid: I’m all for second chances, but I couldn’t have made it more clear that I didn’t want his help. He ignored me. He didn’t care about what I wanted. So clearly being nice to him was not going to work. So I just told him to stay away. Was I too brunt? Perhaps. But I tried being nice and it didn’t work. And I was done being someone who cared about pleasing everyone. Evan had never done anything for me, so why was I trying to be so nice to him? Anyways, I’m ranting. Y’all know what happened.

She takes a deep breath as she tries to regain her focus.

Molly Reid: But now! Now he won’t leave me the hell alone. Every single match I’m in Envi is out here trying to cost me a match. Every time I’m in this ring I have to worry about Envi. He’s interfering, he’s stealing my belt, he’s trying to distract me. This may sound like me just bitching but try having a guy come out to literally every single match you have and try to screw you for three full months! You can only ignore that for so long, until you realize that nothing is going to change and he’s going to keep doing it forever. I’ve had enough. Evan Envi has his title match with me at Final Frontier. He earned that. But him coming out here every single show to screw with me? It’s ridiculous.

Molly wipes her hair out of her face as she looks up at the entrance ramp, staring straight ahead towards it.

Molly Reid: So what the hell is going on FGA? I love this company. I said so two weeks ago when I had the chance to fight in the world title tournament and I’ll say it again. But what gives? Why does Envi get a free pass to do whatever the hell he wants? Why doesn’t he get any punishment for interfering in all my matches? Not only that, but last week you invite him out to do guest commentary?! What the hell did you think was going to happen, of course he was going to cost me my match at all costs. He steals my title, he costs me a chance to fight for the world championship, and he doesn’t even get a damn fine. It’s unbelieveable. It’s ridiculous. It’s stupid. It pisses me the hell off. I’m the damn Pride Champion. Right now I’m the main champion in this company! And you won’t even do the bare minimum and prevent him from coming to the ring during my matches. Do you guys just not care about me? Is that what it is? Because that’s sure as sh*t what it feels like. I’m talking directly to you now. I’m not bringing any complaints to anyone, I’m not going to meet anyone in private. I’m saying straight up, right here, right now. Do something! Do anything!

She takes another deep breath as she tries to calm herself down. But she still has an angry look on her face as she stares up towards the entrance ramp.

Molly Reid: But now, I’m talking directly to you Envi. I hate you. I absolutely and without a doubt hate every single thing about you. You’re a coward, and you’re a child. You couldn’t handle me telling you no, and so you decide to make it a personal mission to make sure I never succeed here in FGA. Well guess what Envi? I did. I’m the goddamn Pride Champion and you’re nothing! You’re pathetic. You know how lucky you were to beat me once, and now you’re doing everything  you can to make sure I’m not prepared for our match at Final Frontier. But you know what? Why wait? I’m here. Why don’t you come down, right here, right now? Would y’all like to see that?

Molly turns towards the crowd and motions for a response. The loud cheers that erupt indicate that the crowd clearly wants to see it. Molly doesn’t smile as she stares back at the entrance ramp.

Molly Reid: You claim you’re “Un-Molly Kick-able”. So why not come down here and test that out? Come step into this ring with me right now to see if you won’t get your teeth kicked down your throat and out your ass. Cause you know you’re not. You know that it’s very possible, if not certain. And you know that once anyone gets Molly Kicked, they’re not getting up. Period. That’s exactly what’s going to happen to you. I’m tired of you trying to screw me out of all my matches. I’m sick of you trying to ruin my career. Get your stupid face down to this ring and let’s end this right here, right now! Don’t be a coward Evan, just do it!

Molly screams the last few words as she builds up her rage, staring at the entrance ramp. There’s no music as just the sound of the crowd cheering can be heard as Molly stares at the ramp, waiting for Envi to appear and answer her call.

Stephy Auger: How disrespectful can Molly Reid be?! She’s already scheduled for a match against--

Yellow strobe lights suddenly shine down across the entrance way, whilst the house lights begin to dim down. Slowly, almost in unison with the change in lightning does "Voodoo Child" (Jimi Hendrix" Cover) by Brick + Mortar begin to play. A small ebb of yellow smoke ascends from the ventilators to grace the ramp. The Brit's silhouette emerges behind the curtain, only backed by another image.

"well i stand up next to a mountain
well i stand up next to a mountain
well i pick up all the pieces
maybe even make
maybe make a little sense"

Finally, bursting through the curtain emerges "The British Mamba", Johnny Cannon. The Brit stands before the masses at the apex of the ramp, his face stone cold until a slight grin shines through the cracks. The Londoner surveys the landscape, soaking in the boos and jeers from the lively crowd whilst standing tall in an exquisite two piece tuxedo. With Quinn Goodrich right beside him carrying a NIKE gym bag, Cannon lifts up a bottle of Belvedere, taking a swig. The usual vainglorious glows’ absent from the Mamba’s presence. The look in his eyes is one of bloodthirst, and his demeanor that of a man coming to handle his business in the most painful manner possible. The Last Real Man finishes his vodka, tossing it aside as Team Cannon begins their march to ringside.

"well i stand up next to a mountain
and i chop it down with the edge of my hand
well i stand up next to a mountain
and i struck it down with the edge of my hand
cause I'm a voodoo child"

Cannon walks hard to the ring, his strut less swaggering and pretentious as previously seen, now slow and methodical, whilst Quinn jaws off at the crowd as he does so. Johnny ignores the responses from the crowd, showing complete indifference to them as he slowly marches up the stairs. He casually walks along the apron, wiping his oxfords across it upon reaching the middle, before ducking through the middle and top ropes to enter the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: Hailing from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, HE IS THE “BRITISH MAMBA”... JOHNNY CANNNOOOOOOOOOON!

"lord knows im a voodoo child
cause im a voodoo child"

Johnny backs into the nearest corner, opening his tuxedo as he leans onto the turnbuckle, his arms resting on either side of the ropes. He simply stands there, a murderous look painted on his face as he waits for the bell to start so he can tear into his opponent.

Stephy Auger: Right here! THIS is the man she needs to focus on!

Kris Cruise: I think Molly understands that. She’s just tired of having to divide her focus. She SHOULD only have to worry about Johnny Cannon-- and his entourage-- here tonight, but… oh… oh, of course.

Deafening boos ring through the arena as Cannon’s music fades, though the spotlight focuses on the ramp as “The Chief”, himself, Evan Envi indeed does walk out from the back. He holds up two hands toward the occupants of the ring, proclaiming innocence, pointing to the announce table to declare his intentions.

Stephy Auger: The Chief is here!

Kris Cruise: The champion has a point, Stephy. How much is enough? When do we start protecting the legitimacy of our championships?

Stephy Auger: Whatever you’re implying, you’d better cut it out in three… two… HEEEYYY, CHIEF!

Evan Envi gives Stephy a broad smile and fist bump as he approaches.

Evan Envi: Hey guys! Couldn’t hear everything Molly was saying from the back but I thought I’d accept her invite and come on out here for this blockbuster match, eh? Heh. HEY MOLLZ!

The bell rings as Molly shoots a glance in the direction of the special guest commentator-- but as soon as she turns her attention back toward Johnny Cannon, she’s caught with a hard running European Uppercut! Molly is thrown into the corner and Cannon unloads with another series of right-arm European uppercuts before yanking her out of the corner by the arm and hitting another, sending her to the canvas! Cannon drops down, shooting the half for a quick cover, but Molly is able to reach out and grab a hold of the bottom rope with both hands.

Kris Cruise: And a quick escape by the Pride Champion who’s displaying great ring awareness really quickly here in the opening moments of this bout, wouldn’t you say, Chief?

Evan Envi: Is this how it’s gonna be tonight between us, Kris?

Stephy Auger: Mediocre ring-awareness at best!

Evan Envi: Gah. Thanks, Stephy.

Cannon forces Molly upright with a handful of hair, ignoring scolding from the referee. He Irish Whips Reid across the ring, going for a Roaring Elbow upon the rebound-- but Molly slides beneath his arm and hops to her feet behind Cannon to a pop from the crowd! Cannon turns around into a perfect Spinning Back Elbow! Spit flies from his mouth and he reels-- but falls victim to a second one, taking him to a knee, and finally a third He sways uneasily.

Kris Cruise: Incredible series of elbows there by Reid, looking to take Cannon out of the game with those strikes. Rumor has it she’s been working on her upper-body strength just so she can punch you a little bit harder, Evan.

Evan Envi: Rumor has it that you’re an idiot.

Stephy Auger: AHAHAHA!

Molly shoots the ropes and rebounds for what appears to be a straight boot to the jaw, but Cannon leans out of the way! He rolls Molly up for what looks to be a Schoolboy but Reid rolls through and hops up to her feet, nailing an axe kick to the back of Cannon’s head, driving him jaw-first to the ground! The audience roars for the maneuver and Reid rolls Cannon up into a La Magistral cradle!

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Kris Cruise: Kickout by Cannon!

Cannon powers out and Molly rolls up to her feet, beating Cannon to a vertical base. She rushes forward-- but Cannon trips her up, sending Molly throat-first across the middle rope, then follows up with a Half Nelson Suplex! The crowd groans in sympathy and Reid rolls out of the ring, out to the apron as she clutches her neck in pain. Cannon pushes himself to his knees with a tiny, but proud smirk as he realizes the damage he’s caused. He rises to his feet, soaking in the boos of the lively audience as he watches Molly Reid pull herself to her feet on the apron. Cannon pivots, hitting the far ropes and rebounding with a high knee attack to the temple of Reid, sending her flying off of the ring apron and into the announce table!

Stephy Auger: And now the action’s spilling right here in front of us, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Admittedly better here than in the waiting arms of Team Cannon, who have been idle here at ringside.

Stephy Auger: Now we can watch Cannon do work up close.

Evan Envi: Someone needs to come disinfect your table now. It’s been Molly’d.

Evan rises to his feet behind the commentary desk, pulling off his headset for a moment to hurl insults at the Pride Champion. Cannon’s smirk finally fades and a cold, serious expression crosses his face as he rolls out of the ring. Paying Envi no mind, Cannon yanks Molly up by the hair, driving her face-first into the top of the table once for good measure to an ”OOOOOHH…” from the crowd before he turns, sliding her into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He follows her in, grinding an elbow across her face and hooking the near leg for a cover!

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Kickout!

Cannon shoots the referee an annoyed look but climbs to his feet nonetheless, pulling Molly up with him. Cannon seems to be going for a Lifting Single Underhook DDT to a divided response from the crowd, but Molly pushes herself out of it in mid-air!

Kris Cruise: The champion avoids the Cannon Driver II!

Cannon rushes forward for a hard Lariat… but Molly counters with the Superman Punch to a pop from the audience! Cannon reels, performing a full one-eighty before he charges at Molly again-- though this time he runs into a double-knee facebreaker! The audience roars for the counter but as Molly Reid scrambles for the cover, Cannon is able to roll out to the apron just as she had done! Molly grabs at Cannon through the ropes but the referee warns her with a five-count.

Ref: ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. F--

Cannon grabs two fistfuls of Molly’s hair and drops down from the apron, snapping her neck across the middle rope for the second time! Molly rolls to the center of the ring, gasping for air. Cannon slides back into the ring and charges at his opponent… but out of nowhere, he’s caught with a spinning back kick! He’s thrown onto the back of his head and neck from the impact and Molly quickly drops into a cover!

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Stephy Auger: I can’t look! Someone tell me what just happened!

Evan Envi: Johnny Cannon kicked out at two because Molly Reid couldn’t cut it.

Molly doesn’t waste any time pushing herself back up and rushing to the corner. Quickly, Molly ascends to the top turnbuckle to the delight of the audience. She perches herself on top and leaps off for the Corkscrew Moonsault…

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon moved!

...and as Cannon rolls out of the way, Molly lands on her feet! She stumbles a bit, landing awkwardly, but Cannon explodes off of the canvas and rushes her with a rough European Uppercut that turns the champ completely around-- and Cannon drops her with a Pumphandle Neckbreaker! The audience groans in sympathy as Molly is dropped and Cannon hooks both legs, pressing her against the canva for the pinfall.

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THRRRRE-!

Evan Envi: WOW. HOW SLOW CAN A COUNT REALLY GET THOUGH?

Kris Cruise: Johnny Cannon with what Twitter calls the “Steenbreaker” but Molly Reid is still in it!

Stephy Auger: This back-and-forth action is killing my heart.

Cannon slaps a hand against the canvas in frustration before pulling himself up. He doesn’t wait for Reid to recover before hoisting her up and planting her with a Capture Suplex! Molly rolls into the corner, pulling herself up in a daze. Cannon rushes to the far corner, the small grin returning to his face before he sprints across the ring for a Yakuza Kick!

Stephy Auger: Let’s call it a night-- NO!

Reid swiftly pulls herself out of the ring between the top and middle rope, causing Cannon to kick the ring post, running groin-first into the corner! He cries out in utter agony! Molly Reid slingshots herself into the ring over the top rope, performing a combination of a Sunset Flip and tight Schoolboy Rollup!

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Cannon throws himself out of the maneuver, but his face is completely red from the pain. He crawls to the corner to escape the onslaught but Molly is back on her feet, stomping viciously at Johnny Cannon! The audience grows louder with each kick and Cannon cries out in pain before the referee finally steps in, warning Molly to let Cannon out of the corner.

Ref: ONE.. TWO.. THREE.. FOUR..

Molly takes a step back, hands in the air… but rushes forward again, delivering hard stomps to the stomach and sternum of Johnny Cannon, looking out at Evan Envi as she does it! Envi’s face falls a bit as the two make eye contact. The referee begins another count!

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR…

Molly backs out of the corner, hands in the air. Envi rises up from his seat, glaring at Reid. She says something to him that the cameras don’t quite pick up before hitting the far corner and rebounding toward Cannon-- but Cannon rises to his feet! He rushes to meet Molly out of the corner, ducking under her punch as she swings wildly! She turns herself around and Cannon delivers a Bicycle Knee Attack! Molly is thrown to the mat, though she rolls to her feet in front of the corner… right into a running Yakuza Kick from Cannon!

Stephy Auger: THERE IT IS!

Kris Cruise: Yakuza Kick in the corner by Johnny Cannon and Molly Reid might be completely out!

Evan Envi: Heh. Both screwed up a few weeks ago and did some stupid stuff to prevent themselves from fighting for the World Championship tonight and NOW they’re playing make-up! These two are about to murder one another-- which is awesome-- and there might not be a light at the end of the tunnel like there was two weeks ago!

Cannon paces around the ring as Molly writhes on the canvas. He glances into the booing audience with a cold expression, pacing from post to post for a few before he turns his attention once again to the stirring Molly Reid. Cannon waits for her to pull herself up to her knees before grabbing her by the arm, forcing it between the top and middle rope! The ropes become entangled and Molly rises to her feet, groaning in agony-- but Cannon unloads with vicious European Uppercut after European Uppercut!

Stephy Auger: She’s trapped!

Kris Cruise: And now Cannon is going after Reid with those savage uppercuts and she can barely defend herself! The ref has to make a call here!

Evan Envi: Yeah he does! I swear I’ve heard Molly forfeit like six times!

Finally, the referee pushes Cannon off after unsuccessfully trying to get Molly free from the ropes.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Johnny Cannon backs up, palms in the air as the referee goes back to trying to free Molly’s arm… but once Cannon reaches the center of the ring, he charges back at the trapped Molly for a Clothesline. Molly delivers a toe kick to the stomach, stopping Cannon cold! Clutching his abdomen, Cannon turns away from Molly right as she releases her arm, and the Pride Champion connects with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Both competitors writhe on the mat for a moment but Molly rolls into the cover!

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Stephy Auger: Ohthankgod.

Kris Cruise: Cannon was content unleashing that merciless onslaught on the trapped Pride Champion but Molly’s fighting back in a big way! Neither one of these two wrestlers can maintain an advantage!

A ”LET’S GO MOLLY!” chant rings throughout the arena.

Evan Envi: Ugh. Someone scream in my headset.

Molly pushes herself up to her hands and knees, nodding along with the screaming audience. She walks over to Johnny Cannon, pulling him up into a front facelock to a roar from the audience-- but Cannon grabs a hold of the middle rope before she can apply the maneuver!

Evan Envi: GAHHHH!

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid’s looking for the Shark Attack!

Stephy Auger: Get her off, ref!

After a struggle to pull Cannon off of the ropes, Cannon is able to wrench free of Molly’s arm altogether and hit her with a European Uppercut! Molly sinks down to a knee and the disoriented Cannon grabs her by the hair and pivots, swinging her through the ropes and out to the floor in front of the announce table!

Kris Cruise: And for the second time of the night, Cannon knocks the champ out of the ring right here in front of us!

Stephy Auger: Chief! You going to get a closer look?!

The capacity crowd grows loud as Envi rises to his feet, throwing the headset aside. He walks over to the stirring Reid as she uses the announce table to pull herself up.

Evan Envi: THIS IS WHY YOU’RE THE PLACEHOLDER CHAMP, REID! THIS IS WHY YOU’RE NOT FIGHTING FOR THE WORLD TITLE TONIGHT! LOOK AT YOU! YOU CAN BARELY KEEP YOURSELF TOGETHER! I SWEAR, YOU ARE NOT MY PRIDE CHA--

Fully up to her feet, leaning against the announce table now, Molly turns and delivers a thunderous Super Kick right to the face of Evan Envi to a roar from the audience! Envi goes stiff before slowly falling back, hitting the ground like a board.

Kris Cruise: Molly Kick to the Chief! So much for being UnMollyKickable! What a shot!

Stephy Auger: NO! NOOOOOOO! THE EXPERTS WERE WRONG!

A deafening ”YES!” chant resonates throughout the arena! Molly yells down at her fallen future challenger, who looks to be completely unconscious. Molly turns back to the ring where Johnny Cannon begins to push himself to his feet. She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope and hops to her feet, immediately going to strike Cannon with the Molly Kick--!

Stephy Auger: Cannon ducks!

Molly turns back toward Cannon and is immediately leveled with a roundhouse kick! The audience groans in sympathy and Molly hits the ground, limp. Cannon wipes sweat from his face as he sinks down into the cover, leaning back to hook the far leg.

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The bell rings and boos resonate as “Voodoo Child” hits the PA system. Quinn Goodrich is quick to enter the ring, helping the tired Cannon to his feet, pushing the ref out of the way to raise the arm of the victor.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… JOHNNY CANNON!

Stephy Auger: Serves Reid right! That was disgusting what she just did! WE NEED A MEDIC! WE NEED MEDICAL HELP! My God.

Cannon and Quinn exit the ring with another quick glance back at Reid before they depart up the ramp, embracing the jeers of the fans at ringside. Molly begins to stir, looking annoyed as Cannon disappears… though as she looks the other way and sees medical personnel tending to Evan Envi, a small smirk crosses Molly’s face.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, Molly! SMILE! I hope you’re happy! There’s gonna be Hell to pay for this! I know there’ll be!

We pan away from the accomplished smirk of the Pride Champion and focus on the still-unconscious Evan Envi as doctors try fanning him and throwing water on him to revive him but to no avail. We mercifully fade to black.

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