Vertigo (03.18.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!


Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel


Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Spectrum Center
Charlotte, NC

The video fades to an outside shot of the Spectrum Center in Charlotte, North Carolina. We then transition inside to a wide shot of the arena. The camera then pans around, capturing the excited crowd. An FGA chant breaks out throughout several sections of the crowd...


Kris Cruise: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Vertigo! I am Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! Tonight, we have a huge “Champions vs. Challengers” 8-Man Tag Team Match! FGA Undisputed Champion Cordy Stevenson, Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion Dom Harter, as well as the World Tag Team Champs The Usual Suspects will go up against Izzy Anders, AMIRA and the Elysian Empire. In this match, we'll see Cordy & Dom teaming with The Usual Suspects, Stephy. What could possibly go wrong?

Stephy Auger: How about everything!? There’s no love lost between Harter and the Suspects. Let’s not forget that Harter has been so kind to remind Cordy that he was the last person to beat her one on one. Then there’s the Usual Suspects, who stoleIMEANWON the Tag Titles from Cordy and Dan Herrera a few months back.

Kris Cruise: No, you got it right the first time. The Usual Suspects STOLE those Titles from Status Quo.

Stephy Auger: You want to talk about stealing? The Usual Suspects are not thieves. But if you want to see a trio of thieves? Then look no further than the Elysian Empire, who took the titles from the Suspects and ran. At least The Suspects were able to beat Status Quo in the ring.

Kris Cruise: Well I’m told that the Elysian Empire have requested some time in tonight’s show to talk about the Tag Titles situation.

Stephy Auger: What is there to talk about? The three of them should be in jail right now! They’re so lucky the esteemed Anthony Rother didn’t press charges!

Kris Cruise: Also here tonight, ten more names will get announced for the Gold Rush Rumble. Thus far, we’ve got Jimmy Page, Brian Stryker, Savannah Taylor, Noelle Smith, Dom Harter, a mystery entrant, Evan Envi, John Blade, Chris Bond and Ricky Valero. Who else will be joining the fold? We’ll find that but later on tonight. We’ve got a ton of action in store for you all. But right now, let’s send it to the ring for our opening contest...

[FGA Office]

Stunray vs. The Handsome and Classified Gentlemen

The signature guitar riff of “Psycho” by Muse blasts into the excited air and a chorus of boos emanates from the sold out arena. The drums start pounding away and Stunray strides out onto the stage with his arms outstretched into the air. The camera zooms up to him as he stops dead center on the FGA stage. He moves his outstretched hands inward multiple times as if he’s asking for more negativity. He puts his arms down and begins to walk down the ramp towards the squared circle. He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Rochester, New York! Weighing in at 235 pounds… STUUUUUNRAAAAAY!!!

He reaches it, climbs the stairs and walks along the ring apron. He lifts his arms again as he reaches the center of the apron and looks upwards towards the lights to the tune of an unimpressed crowd.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, The Handsome and Classified Gentlemen!!!

He slowly drops his arms before climbing between the second and third ropes, into the ring.

The bell sounds as Stunray and The Handsome Gentlemen go to lock up. After jockeying for position, the crowd boos when Stunray shoves The Gent down to the canvas. The boos get even louder as Stunray steps back and curls his bicep in front of his opponent. However, the the change from boos to cheers catches Stunray offguard. When he turns around, he sees Daniel Widdel at ringside with his arms crossed.

After The Gent returns to his feet, he and Stunray circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Stunray doubles him over with a knee to the midsection. He then knocks The Gent down to the canvas after a clubbing strike across the back. After Stunray walks across his back, The Gentleman tries to get up on all fours. But Stunray is there to kick him in the ribs, knocking him over onto his back. He then reaches down, pulls The Gentlemen up by his mask and whips him into the ropes. When The Gentlemen returns, Stunray throws him down with a big back body drop. The Gentlemen catches a bunch of hang time before crashing back-first on the canvas. While The Gentlemen arches his back in pain, Stunray heads into the ropes. When he returns, he delivers three consecutive elbow drops before making the cover.

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TWO!
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The Gentlemen gets his shoulder up.

Stunray shakes his head at his opponent before pulling him back up by his mask. After a knee to the midsection doubles over The Gentlemen, Stunray takes him by the arm and whips him into the corner. He then charges into the corner, but The Gentlemen knocks him back with a boot to the face. The Gentlemen then heads out of the corner before bouncing into the ropes. When The Gentlemen comes back, Stunray runs past him and into the ropes. So The Gentlemen slams on the brakes. When he turns around, the crowd boos when Stunray turns him inside out with a running clothesline. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Stunray pulls The Gentlemen up.

Stunray picks up The Gentlemen and goes for an irish whip. But The Gentlemen reverses, sending Stunray into the ropes. When Stunray returns, The Gentlemen sets up for a back body drop. Stunray sees it coming, so he stops, grabs The Gentlemen and brings him down with The Moss Covered Three Handled Family Gredunza. He turns over and makes the cover.

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NO!

The crowd boos when Stunray pulls up The Gentlemen.

After bringing his opponent back to his feet, Stunray takes The Gentlemen and whips him into the corner. After running into the corner and connecting with the Stunray Splash (stinger splash). Stunray steps back and waves his opponent on while he staggers away from the corner. Stunray follows up with a boot to the midsection before dropping The Gentlemen with a Stunray Stunner (stone cold stunner). The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

After Stunray parades around the ring with his arm held in victory, he turns and see Widdel still standing at ringside.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

First Round (3/24) | Grand Ballroom at the Manhattan Center (New York City, NY) 


Quarterfinals (3/25) | Hammerstein Ballroom at the Manhattan Center (New York City, NY)

ONLY on AxxessNet!!!

[FGA Office]

We cut to the parking lot area to a roar from the audience. Sadie San Francisco, although dressed in wrestling gear, prepared for her match against Jimmy Page later in the night, is pacing back and forth, clenching and unclenching her fists. Her gaze is downcast, hair free, obscuring any clear shot of her face. Spencer Burke walks into frame, microphone in hand as he approaches Sadie.

Spencer Burke: Sadie! Sadie, if I--

Sadie places a hand over Spencer’s microphone, gaze turning toward a pair of headlights that pull into the parking lot.

Sadie San Francisco: I’m about to end her career. Right now. I swear.

Spencer Burke: Whose? Noelle Smith? I think you should reconsider. You have a match tonight with Jimmy Page and I came to ask what it would mean to defeat a former--

Sadie snatches the microphone from Spencer’s hand, flipping it in her hand to change her grip, holding it like a weapon as she approaches the car, which appears to be a local, private taxi. She stops a few feet short of it before raising the microphone, smiling faintly through the tinted windows of the windshield.

Sadie San Francisco: You back there, Noe? I… think… we should have that talk.

Her heavy breathing is intensified through the microphone, but her gaze never comes unglued from the heavily tinted windshield. The rear passenger window slowly rolls down, a slight humming sound coming from the car as it does. The interior of the car is dark as well and a laugh issues from inside of it, and something that sounds like a challenge!

Sadie San Francisco: Noelle. I really, really think we…

A loud clearing of the throat then, as Noelle’s voice is heard strongly…

Noelle Smith: You know, I’ve decided what you really need isn’t a match, Sadie.

Sadie freezes, because that voice? Is behind her!

Noelle Smith: Nah, you just need Jesus!

With that Noelle jumps on Sadie, whaling on her with punches as Sadie staggers back against the car, and hands reach out from inside to grab her around the waist! Sadie freaks out and fights loose of the hands, gasping as she looks from Noelle to the car but then she starts swinging again! The two trade blows, with Sadie falling to a knee. The car door begins to open-- but Sadie grabs Noelle by her shirt and arm, swinging her violently into the car door, denting the panel!

Kris Cruise: Oh my god--!

Stephy Auger: Get her, Sadie!

With a groan, Noelle takes Sadie down to the cement with a double-leg takedown and the two exchange strikes, but Noelle seems to get the upperhand, slamming Sadie’s head against the ground just once. As soon as she stands up, however…

Kris Cruise: What is that?!

A lead pipe cuts through the air and smashes into Noelle’s spine! Noelle falls to the ground with a gasp while Sadie uses the hood of the car to pull herself to her feet. The door to the car is stuck for sure, the driver can be heard cussing from the interior as the camera tries to move and get a better viewpoint. Noelle tries to roll up to her feet but the pipe swings again, striking her in a slightly different spot on her back, and she’s back on the pavement again.

Kris Cruise: Noelle has just been attacked with a lead pipe, but I can’t see who’s… oh God! Stop them!

A third strike to the spine as Noelle reaches her hands and knees. The person on the inside can be seen scrambling to the other side of the car as the assailant swings a fourth time, dealing a blow to the small of Smith’s back.

Stephy Auger: By my numbers, it’s a fair fight! Sadie said Noelle’s career was gonna end tonight on Vertigo!

The camera finally rises up to show the face of the assailant-- Neon to a chorus of boos from the audience.

Kris Cruise: ...ugh.

Stephy Auger: IT’S THE QUEEN OF MEAN!

Sadie, now up to her feet looks unsteadily between Neon and Noelle for a few moments before Neon rolls her eyes back toward her, lowering the pipe to her side. She opens her mouth to say something, but the passenger door of the car finally opens. Sadie looks down toward Noelle with a short laugh as she and Neon begin to back away.

Sadie San Francisco: I’m sure you’ll be fine.

She motions for Neon to follow her and the two quickly exit the scene as Noelle’s sister Summerlyn exits the car with a taser and pepper spray in hand, but the two have already bailed the scene! She calls for security to help and a couple of bystanders snap more pictures as security finally shows up and the cameras cut elsewhere.

[FGA Office]

Lowri Moss vs. Jason Hawk

"Whirring" by The Joy Formidable plays over the PA system, and once the song's intro finishes, through the curtains - and out onto the stage - walks Lowri Moss, who is greeted by a cheer. Lowri takes a moment to scan the crowd, before making her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her. 

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Llanelli, Wales! Weighing in at 142 pounds… LOOOOOOWRIIIII MOSSSSSS!!!

After arriving at ringside, Lowri climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, before heading for one of the corners and climbing to the second rope.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, JASON HAWK!

There are further cheers and more applause for Lowri from the fans, and she soaks in the reaction for several seconds, as she again surveys the crowd.

The bell sounds as Moss and Hawk circle the ring before locking up. Moss quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock before performing a standing switch, transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. Hawk is then able to lean forward before reversing into a hammerlock of his own. Moss then uses her free arm to reach back, grab Hawk and reverse into another side headlock. Hawk then takes Moss and shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Moss returns, Hawk goes for a back body drop. But Moss slips down from behind. She then wraps her arms around Hawk’s waist to go for a German Suplex. But Hawk runs forward, grabs onto the top rope and pull back, sending Moss flying off his back. After she falls to the mat and rolls back to her feet, Hawk runs over and throws out a clothesline. But Moss counters with an arm drag. Hawk gets back to his feet, but Moss quickly brings him back down with another arm drag before transitioning into an arm bar.

The ref gets down and asks Hawk if he wants to give up. But Hawk refuses. After battling back to his feet, Hawk reaches over, grabs onto Moss with his free arm and moves her into the ropes. The ref then gives both grapplers until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

After both grapplers make a clean break, Hawk quickly grabs Moss by the arm, drags her over towards the center of the ring and delivers an arm wrench. Moss cringes from the discomfort of the hold. But she doesn’t quit. So Hawk delivers another arm wrench. The ref leans over and asks Moss if she wants to give up. But the young upstart refuses. She then rolls forward, leans back, kips up and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. She then takes Hawk and whips him into the ropes. When Hawk returns, the crowd cheers when Moss knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. She makes the cover.

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Hawk kicks out.

Moss picks up Hawk and goes for another irish whip. This time, Hawk reverses, sending Moss into the ropes. When Moss returns, she slides through Hawk’s legs. When Hawk turns around, Moss pops up to her feet and throws out a kick to the midsection. After Hawk catches her foot, the crowd cheers when Moss quickly follows up with an enzuigiri. She makes the cover.

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Hawk gets his shoulder up.

Moss picks up Hawk and goes for an irish whip. But again, Hawk reverses, sending Moss into the corner. Hawk charges into the corner, but he gets knocked back by a back elbow. While Hawk is dazed, Moss turns around, scales to the top turnbuckle and flips back for a moonsault. Hawk runs towards the corner to avoid getting hit. But luckily for Moss, she lands on her feet instead of crashing on the canvas. Hawk then runs back over to attack her. But Moss catches him with a roundhouse kick. After Hawk stumbles back into the corner, Moss heads over, moves him out of the way, hoists herself up onto the middle ropes, flips forward and connects with the Diamond Dust.

As Hawk tries to get up on a knee and shake out the cobwebs, Moss runs over and knocks him down with a Shining Wizard to cheers from the crowd. The cheers continue as she picks Hawk up, applies an inverted front facelock from behind and brings him down with the Nos Da (Rolling Cutter). She makes the cover.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, LOWRI MOSS!

[FGA Office]

The feed cuts to the backstage area where Ai was seen gazing upon a circular glass table in the ladies dressing room…

She was dressed in Chinese themed ring attire - ready to square off against a former PDW wrestler - NEON.

There were two Dunkin Donuts cups seated right beside each other. Ai, known for her eccentricity, hovered her hands over the cups and looked towards the camera.

Ai: Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeon, baby! Listen to me for a second buttercup.

The Mistress said as she lifted one of the cups in the air.

Ai: I know you're back in the wrestling business looking to make your mark yet again but there's a tiny itsy bitsy issue with the goals you set for yourself on this episode of Vertigo, doll.

She stated confidently. Taking a moment to brush the long golden locks out of her face before refocusing on the feed.

Ai: You think you're gonna come into Frontier Grappling Arts and embarrass me in your debut match. And SURE on the surface fans don't know what to expect out of either of us here. You having been out of action for so long. Me?

Ai pointed towards the free camera.

Ai: ….Crossing into singles competition here in FGA.

She pointed towards herself.

Ai: But seeeee there's a little issue with you thinking this’ll be a easy slip right back into the game for you, honey.

Ai sipped the cup….Moments later she spat out what she had sipped - disgusted by the contents.

Ai: You’re like this cup of black coffee in my hand, NEON. Boring. Old. Predictable. Absolutely positively…..yesterday’s news! Mass produced! There's no market value for you. A NEON, a tall blonde...Tanned...Bimbo basically...Isn't needed in FGA.

Ai stated bluntly.

Ai: This isn't a place where you'll thrive, munchkin, so I'll do you a massive favor and…

Thump! Ai, blunt as ever, tossed the cup of coffee in the garbage bin.

Ai: Toss you right where you belong when you get into the ring with me. Because I?...

Ai lifted the second cup on the table. This one had ice and whipped cream.

Ai: I'm exotic, NEON. I'm in demand. You WON’T find more than one Ai around this business. And I'll be a champion here in FGA sooner than later.

With those words Ai took a sip of the iced latte as the scene faded.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

“Adrenaline” by Nine Lashes sounds out from the speakers and the fans excitedly jump to their feet. The lights begin to flicker as the opening guitar riff sounds out. The Elysian Empire make their way from the behind the curtain led by Effie Elysian, mic in hand. The FGA World Tag Team Championships are wrapped around Emory and Elon’s waist. Elon points to the belt around his waist causing a huge wave of cheers. Emery shakes his head, but he can’t keep himself from grinning. The siblings make their way to the ring. As usual, Elon slides into the ring while Emery takes the ring steps. Effie takes the steps as well and Emery sits on the second rope allowing Effie to easily enter the ring. The music fades and Elon unbuckles the belt from his waist and hoists it into the air. The crowd goes nuts and humors him further.

“YOU DESERVE IT” *CLAP* *CLAP *CLAP*
“YOU DESERVE IT” *CLAP* *CLAP *CLAP*
“YOU DESERVE IT” *CLAP* *CLAP *CLAP*

Elon nods to the crowd, as he yells “Hell yeah we do!” Emery finally begins to rein in his brother as Effie looks to the crowd with displeasure. She raises her free hand, bringing her pointer and thumb together so that they’re almost touching, and makes sure everyone in the crowd can see. She raises the microphone to her lips.

Effie Elysian: This...is how close we came to actually earning that reaction.

She looks to her brothers and gestures with her head to the belts they hold.

Effie Elysian: This... is how close we came to actually earning those belts.

She looks back to the crowd.

Effie Elysian: And this... is how much patience and respect I have left for The Usual Suspects.

The crowd boos at the mention of The Usual Suspects.

Effie Elysians: And I know you all have to be wondering: Effie, how could have any respect left for the Usual Suspects after all they’ve done? After the many times they’d screwed you and your brothers out of opportunities? And the honest answer is that, up until Grapple Kingdom, I didn’t. But then the bell rang at Grapple Kingdom, and what followed was the match that we’ve been asking for for months. It was a clean match with as little interference as you can hope for in a match with The Usual Suspects. My brothers had finally been given a fair chance to do what you all knew they were capable of and that’s become the unquestioned FGA World Tag Team Champions.

Emery unstraps the belt from his waist and he and Elon both hold them into the air to cheers from the crowd.

Effie Elysian: I stood ringside, and I saw what we thought was only wishful thinking finally becoming obtainable. We were...so close. But I was naive. I forgot that we were in the midst of a war with two people that would do anything to protect their self-entitled status as ‘The Best Tag Team in FGA History’. Anything, including quitting the match.

The crowd begins to boo. A minor “SUSPECTS SUCK” chant breaks out, but Effie continues before it can gain traction.

Effie Elysian: A match that was actually a damn good one, and not because we almost won it. Up until they were about to lose, The Usual Suspects were earning their mantle. We’ve had a month to watch and review that match, and I can’t even tell you how many times we came close to losing that match fair and square.

Emery nods in agreement, but Elon shrugs with a perplexed look on his face.

Effie Elysian: Had The Suspects been able to take care of business, we’d have had no choice but to accept that they were the better team that night, and go back to square one. It would have been a clean win for their first defense and given them some credibility to back their preposterous claim to greatness. Instead they were left with another asterisk and we were left to pick up the pieces.

Effie cracks a smile for the first time.

Effie Elysian: And it just so happens that those pieces were the FGA World Tag Team Championship belts! I honestly can’t tell you what came over me when I took those belts and gave them to my brothers. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was spite, maybe I just got confused by the fact that we were announced as the winners. Or maybe I saw them and I felt that my brothers deserved more than to leave Vancouver with some t-shirts for mom and dad. We went to Vancouver hoping to leave with more sentimental souvenirs than that and damn it if we didn’t. We deserve these belts...but unfortunately we didn’t earn them.

Effie turns to her brothers, an apologetic look on her face.

Effie Elysian: And despite how we feel about Marx, Tryon, or Rother, the right thing to do would be to return the belts to their rightful owners.

Elon is beside himself as the crowd voices their displeasure. Microphones can pick up him yelling “What the fuck are you talking about, Fi?!” Emery is trying to calm his brother, but even he’s been caught off guard by Effie’s decision. Mics pick up Effie asking Emery “You trust me, right”, before she addresses the booing crowd.

Effie Elysian: Believe me, this isn’t the decision I want to make, but it’s the one I have to. Sure, we could spend weeks using these belts as bait to mess with the Usual Suspects, but that would go against what we believe these belts represent. These belts are monuments of power, immortalizing those that have earned them. If we walk around acting like they’re nothing but props in a play, then what are we fighting for? That’s why I’ve decided...We’ve decided-

Elon shakes his head mouthing “I didn’t agree to this” as he does so.

Effie Elysian:-to return the belts to their rightful owners, The Board of FGA.

This gets a mixed response from the crowd.

Effie Elysian: As far as I’m concerned, Marx and Tryon are still champions in title only, but they didn’t earn these belts either. They didn’t earn them when they originally ‘won’ them, and they didn’t earn them at Grapple Kingdom. I can’t in good conscience turn these belts over to them, but I also can’t let my brothers walk around devaluing what they represent either. That’s why we’re giving the belts to one of Rother’s favorite people, Lenny T, to do with them as he sees fit.

The crowd pops at the mention of executive committee member, Lenoard T. Asherman. An official representative for Lenny comes from the back. He ascends the stairs and enters the ring. The official nods at Effie before walking up to Emery and Elon. A grinning Emery looks to Effie and nods before handing his belt over. The official walks over to Elon who holds up a hand. He looks to Effie and shakes his head before sighing. Lonnie turns around and walks to a corner with the belt in hand. He says a few words to it before kissing it and turning it over to the official. The official nods at Elon before exiting the ring. Emery pats a sulking Elon on the back as Effie raises the mic once more.

Effie Elysian: In two weeks, we will once again have an opportunity to rightfully earn those belts, but this is it. We can only get so many opportunities before another team comes along to try to make their play at becoming FGA World Tag Team Champions. If we come up short again then we have to start over, refine and redesign the Elysian Empire. We’re willing to make that commitment because it’s not just enough for us to become champions, we want to ensure that we’re good champions. We want our legacy to mean something. We’ve seen just how far Jason, Chris, and Rother are willing to go in order to keep their fairytale story from ever ending, but every story has to end. They think theirs is a story of fantasy, but it’s not. It’s always been a tragedy waiting to happen.

The crowd is in a mixed state as Effie gestures to her brothers that it’s time to leave the ring. Emery puts a hand on Effie’s shoulder as he exits the ring. Elon glares at Effie before shaking his head and exiting the ring. Effie, her head held high, leaves the ring. The crowd’s in a murmur as the Elysian’s head to the back.

Kris Cruise: The Elysian Empire didn’t want to walk around titles that weren't theirs. They want to actually earn them. The brothers will get their chance in two weeks against the Usual Suspects. But this is it. This is their last shot at those titles. If they lose, they’re headed to the back of the line. Will the Empire make the most of this opportunity and become the new FGA World Tag Team Champions?

[FGA Office]

The camera's head over backstage where Daniel is walking through the arena, he comes to a stop when he spots Stunray recovering from his match earlier in the show. Daniel approaches Stunray contemplating what to say to him.

Daniel Widdel: I'll be straightforward with you. I don't trust you, I don't think I ever will but I need to know - what is your game?

Stunray shakes his head at Daniel Widdel.

Stunray: What game? I don’t have a game. To be fair, I was the one out there having the match, minding my own business. You’re the one that showed up.

Daniel raises his eyebrows. Stunray tries to level with Daniel.

Stunray: Look, I know that what happened between you and I before was…

Stunray pauses to find the words to explain himself.

Stunray: less than optimal.

Daniel chuckles in disbelief at the massive understatement but Stunray continues.

Stunray: But that was a long time ago. Things are different now, I’m a changed person.

Daniel doesn’t look very impressed.

Stunray: Look Daniel, it has been what, four or five years since I’ve seen you. You think I have just been at home stewing over what happened? I have moved on, my life has changed. I decided not to harbor resentment within myself. I decided to be better than that, enjoy myself, enjoy my life.

Stunray puts his hand on Daniel’s shoulder. Daniel looks at Stunray’s hand, wondering whether this would be the moment where Stunray would go for the kill. Daniel wondered whether the master manipulator was playing his typical games, or if he was being genuine. Had Stunray changed for the better? Was he really over the issues that had plagued their relationship? Stunray notices Daniel’s cautiousness but continues.

Stunray: Let me prove it to you. How about we team up on the next Vertigo?

Daniel furrows his eyebrows as the live crowd boos.

Daniel Widdel: You mean, you and me?

Stunray smiles and nods.

Stunray: Yes, you and me! I haven’t had a ton of success here, I think I have a little bit of ring rust. Like I said, it’s been five years. You seem to be worried that at any second I could strike and attack. This would accomplish both goals. I can have someone to help me get back into ring shape and you can keep your eye on me. Let me prove to you that I have changed and that the past is the past. That bygones are bygones. Let me prove to you that I can be a decent, genuine person.

Daniel looks bewildered. He had never considered teaming with someone who had previously been his mortal enemy. He decided that it was a terrible idea and began say so.

Daniel Widdel: You know, I just don’t think..

Stunray cuts him off.

Stunray: I don’t want you to just say no immediately. Why don’t you think about it? Take your time and get back to me, you know where to find me.

Stunray takes his hand off Daniel and pats him on the shoulder two times before turning his back and walking away. Daniel sighs heavily and deliberates the option as the camera cuts away.

[FGA Office]

Mistress Ai vs. NEON

"Reach Out" by Hilary Duff blares through the P.A. System as Ai bursts out from behind the curtain! As Ai stood at the entrance smoke began to erupt each side of her - soon shrouding her body as the fans waiting with a bit of anticipation.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Kyoto City, Kyoto, Japan she is the most amazing Hafu in the history of the human race......

The Mistress begins to run through the smoke in the direction of ring slapping hands with some of the fans who were in attendance to see some amazing competition. Once Ai is close to the ring she slides into it.

J.A. Aldridge: “MISTRESSSSSSS” AIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!

Once Ai regains footing she runs towards one of the turnbuckles climbing up to the top of it as the crowd lets out a wave of cheers for her. Well aware of her eccentric attitude and what it will bring to the squared circle. Ai then drops down to await her opposition.

Kris Cruise: Mistress Ai has fared pretty well thus far in FGA and tonight she takes on a debuting talent in Neon. We haven’t seen much of ‘The Queen of Mean’ since Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, many moons back, but earlier tonight she made a big statement by laying out Noelle Smith in the parking garage. It was a heinous attack. It was--

Stephy Auger: It was effective! Noelle was trying to double-team poor Sadie back there! Thank Cyn-da-God that Neon showed up when she did!

Kris Cruise: Give me a break…

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent!

“Lik Down” hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and Neon glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.

Stephy Auger: Look who’s with her!

The lights suspend again and Neon makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. The camera pans past her and we see Sadie San Francisco, who’s just emerged from the curtains, donning her typical wrestling tights along with a black shirt that reads “MY NAME IS SADIE AND I STRONGLY DISAPPROVE OF THE PROGRESSION OF JIMMY PAGE”. Neon takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually. Sadie follows behind her, “accidentally” stepping on both earrings in the process, unbeknownst to Neon.

J.A. Aldridge: Accompanied to the ring by Sadie San Francisco, hailing from Milan, Italy, she is ‘the Queen of Mean’... NEEEOOONNN!

Neon runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound. Sadie circles the ring, narrowing her eyes as she passes Mistress Ai who returns her look with a concerned expression.

Kris Cruise: One has to wonder what kind of role Sadie’s gonna play in this…

Stephy Auger: What’s that supposed to mean?!

The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and Neon walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands…

Mistress Ai steps into the ring and the referee calls for the bell!

Kris Cruise: And this one’s underway!

Neon mouths off to Ai to begin the match to a chorus of jeers from the crowd. Ai raises a brow at Neon-- only to have a hand put in her face and her head shoved back in response! The crowd unleashes the ”OOOOOOOHHH!” and Ai turns to Neon, but her face is shoved back a second time! And a third! And then Neon goes for a slap-- but Ai grabs her arm with one hand and her head with another, nailing her with a Battlegrounds Uppercut, and then a chop to the chest, sending Neon through the ropes and out to the floor to a pop from the crowd!

Kris Cruise: Haha, and look at Mistress Ai, holding her ground here! Neon is beside herself!

Stephy Auger: Ugh, so smug, Kris, always one to laugh at someone’s misfortune! What if Neon has a stinger during her debut right now?! Show some class.

Neon argues with the referee as she paces the outside, but climbs onto the apron as he begins his ten-count. Mistress Ai walks toward the ropes-- and Neon grabs a handful of her hair, dropping down to the floor, chooking Mistress Ai over the top rope to a chorus of boos from the audience! She darts into the ring and nails a Dropkick to the back of the turned Ai, sending her to her knees in the center of the ring. Neon rolls to her feet and shoots the ropes, rebounding with a Front Dropkick square to the jaw of Ai, sending a sickening shot throughout the arena to a groan from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Good God. Neon got every single bit of that second Dropkick.

Stephy Auger: There was some anger behind it. Some malice, Kris. You don’t embarrass the Queen of Mean!

Neon goes for the cover, hooking the far leg and grapevining the near one!

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Ai kicks out but Neon swiftly mounts her, driving stiff forearms into her jaw! Ai forces Neon off of her after the third shot, both women rolling to their feet. They both charge at one another for a shoulder block, with neither gaining an advantage-- before Neon lets out a grunt of frustration, throwing a solid right hand into the eardrum of Ai! She ignores a warning from the referee, stepping past him to grab a handful of the stunned Ai’s hair, slamming her roughly into the canvas, spine-and-neck first.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Neon leans against the ropes to catch a breath, grinning darkly at the booing audience. She watches as Mistress Ai climbs into the corner to begin pulling herself up, but Neon quickly pivots, running and smashing into her with a running Cross Body! Ai groans in pain and Neon yanks her out of the corner by her hair, throwing her down to the mat to make the pin, hooking the near leg and driving an elbow across the face of Ai.

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Stephy Auger: Take note of this physicality, Kris! This is exactly what the Queen of Mean and Camp Envi are capable of!

Neon pulls Mistress Ai up to her feet and nails a Double Underhook Suplex! She locks her arms and rises to her feet, pulling Ai up for a second one-- but Ai block it! She wrenches an arm free and hits one… two… three… four elbows to the side of the head. Neon releases her and pivots, swinging wildly, but Ai ducks under it and performs a switch into a rear waistlock, nailing a release German Suplex to a pop from the crowd! Neon groans and rolls through, up to her feet. Ai grabs her wrist and spins her around, transitioning into a tight Schoolboy! The ref drops into the count!

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Stephy Auger: Close call for Neon!

Kris Cruise: Would’ve been a sour second chapter for Camp Envi’s evening here in Charlotte.

Neon scrambles to her feet, reaching them as the same time as Mistress Ai. The two exchange a flurry of rights and lefts, though Ai seems to gain the upperhand. She slaps on a side headlock and takes Neon to the canvas, roughly, but Neon quickly snake her legs around the bottom rope! The referee tells Mistress Ai to break the hold and she quickly does, but goes after Neon again, who rolls beneath the ropes out to the floor. The audience boos her again and Neon kicks at the steps in frustration.

Stephy Auger: Kick Ai, not the steps! Kick her! Kick her!

The referee begins a ten count as Neon paces back and forth on the outside of the ring. She and Sadie San Francisco exchange words outside, though most of them can’t be picked up on camera.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Mistress Ai, fed up, reaches out through the ropes to grab at Neon, but Neon pivots, grabbing Ai by the hair and snapping her through the ropes, down to the floor with what looks like the beginning of a Snapmare, though Ai lands awkwardly on the back of her head and neck! The audience boos again and Sadie San Francisco looks amused at ringside. Neon forces Ai up and slides her back into the ring beneath the bottom rope, hooking both legs, though even the ref’s count is drowned out by the now-overwhelming boos of the audience!

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Kris Cruise: And Ai kicks out again! Neon looks frustrated, but every time she takes a breather, Mistress Ai capitalizes!

Neon takes a breath, running a hand through her hair. She pushes Ai onto her back and mounts her, pressing both hands across her throat, attempting to choke her, but Ai delivers a sharp elbow to the mouth! Neon cries out in pain, throwing a hand over her lips before Ai hook her arm and rolls through until both women are on their feet, seamlessly transitioning into a Half Nelson Suplex, driving Neon to the canvas!

Kris Cruise: What a beautiful transition there by Mistress Ai, and Neon has no clue where she is! This is it!

Mistress Ai stalks Neon as she groggily pulls herself to her feet. Neon rises upright and Ai rushes forward, nailing a Running Bicycle Kick! Neon hits the canvas, eyes rolling into the back of her head!

Stephy Auger: No! The Gamma Ray Burst! THIS IS NOT HOW THE QUEEN’S DEBUT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO!

Sadie’s eyes grow wide at ringside as Mistress Aie kicks Neon’s arm to her side and stand by her head in the center of the ring. She slowly pulls the sparkling arm sleeve from her left arm, throwing it into the audience to a roar! Several fans reach for the item as Ai smiles broadly before pivoting, shooting the ropes! She hops over Neon, hitting the second set of ropes… but Sadie San Francisco grabs her ankle! Ai stumbles, falling to her knees, though the referee never sees the grab! Ai turns to Sadie with her eyes wide before they narrow. Sadie shrugs, backing away from the ring with her hands raised in innocence.

Kris Cruise: Come on, now…

Stephy Auger: What?! We should herald this teamwork unfolding before our eyes right now! Just ask Noelle! Some credit, Kris, please, give it to them.

Ai and Sadie shout at each other through the ropes before Ai shakes her head and turns back toward Neon. She rushes at her for an elbow drop, but Neon takes advantage of the hesitation with a Sitout Spinebuster to the oncoming Mistress! Boos resonate throughout the audience as a result and Neon stalks Ai to her feet a second time, picking her up and hooking the leg for a Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex! The audience is once more deafening in their disapproval as the ref makes the count!

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Neon cries out in frustration, slamming a fist into the canvas twice. She shoots a glare out of the ring, bafflingly toward Sadie. She shakes her head and forces Ai up to her feet by the hair… and a single, stiff open palm strike to the jaw seconds a SMACCCKKKK! echoing throughout the arena! The audience roars in approval as Neon goes stiff from the shot. Mai leaps into the air and nail a Dropsault, knocking Neon flat to her back, staring up at the lights in a daze!

Stephy Auger: No! What is happening?!

With the crowd at their feet, Mistress Ai finally signals for the end to the audience! She stalks Neon from behind as the newcomer begins to push herself to her feet.

Kris Cruise: She’s setting up for the Joshiplex!

Boos resonate again and our cameras pan out as Sadie San Francisco leaps onto the apron. It’s unclear what she’s shouting, but the referee immediately gets in her face, trying to stop Sadie from entering the ring.

Kris Cruise: What the hell?!

Ai looks distracted, her gaze shifting between Neon and Sadie. Her cheeks grow visibly red and her eyes finally focus on Sadie. Shaking her head, Ai rushes the ropes and blasts Sadie with a forearm to the delight of the crowd! Sadie falls down to the apron, but immediately, Neon rushes Ai from behind, rolling her up with an Oklahoma Roll! The ref drops down to make the count!

Kris Cruise: Not like this!

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Stephy Auger: HOW?!

Kris Cruise: Mistress Ai is still in this, despite the second interference from Sadie!

The two women race to their feet, but Ai delivers a stiff, solid backfist across the face of Neon! The newcomer reels unsteadily, turning from the impact. Mistress Ai hooks her for the Olympic Slam!

Kris Cruise: Joshiplex!

...but Neon slips out of it and lands beside Ai, jamming a finger into the eyes, though the referee is out of position to catch the move! Ai cries out in pain, dropping to her knee! Neon rushes to the turnbuckles and turns, leaping onto the second rope. She rushes across for a moment, leaping off to nail a leaping Bicycle Knee, smashing into Mistress Ai!

Stephy Auger: Ne to your Face, Kris! Say it! Count it!

Neon rolls over Ai, hooking the far leg with an expression representative of both pain and anger. The referee drops down, making the count.

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Kris Cruise: And there it is. Disgusting. After repeated interference from Sadie San Francisco, Neon picks up the win in her debut. Not sure how she can be proud of--

Stephy Auger: Shut it! She wore Ai out from bell to bell!

“Lik Down” hits the PA system to boos from the audience. Neon grins, groggily allowing the referee to help her to her feet as she looks down at Mistress Ai.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… NEEEEEEEEOOOOON!

The referee raises Neon’s arm but she snatches it away, pointing to Sadie, who enters the ring. Neon slaps her own wrist, motioning for Sadie to raise it. Sadie gives Neon a clearly annoyed look for a few moments before stepping forward, briefly raising her arm in the air, forcing a smile. Neon grins, rolling her eyes before stepping past Sadie to exit the ring. Sadie lingers just momentarily before following Neon up the ramp. Inside the ring, Ai holds her head as she climbs to her knees in the corner, shooting a look of disapproval at the two departing competitors.

[FGA Office]

Spencer Burke is standing backstage with Brian Stryker, who has his game face on. In action for the first time in FGA since Grapple Kingdom.

Spencer Burke: Brian Stryker, welcome back. It’s been almost a month since we even saw you. Hope everything is alright.

Brian Stryker: Spence, everything is peachy. Had some personal things to take of first, you know, figure myself out. But now, I am back and ready to tackle FGA head on.

Spencer Burke: Well that’s good to hear. The last time we saw you was at Grapple Kingdom when Sadie San Francisco beat you in the opening match. What are your thoughts on that match?

Brian Stryker: Let me tell you something Spence, when you’ve been wrestling as long as I have, almost 15 years, you learn a few things. People won’t like to admit it, but I’m a lot wiser than I let on. The first thing is in wrestling, everyone has a bad night. Sadie beat me fair and square that night. I tip my hat to that. Not my first loss and won’t be the last. The trick is how you react to it.

Some people, even here in FGA, will kick and scream when they lose like it’s the biggest injustice. Others lick their wounds, get back in the gym, and work twice as hard. Hell, some roll over and vanish without a trace, but we don’t talk about them anyways. The point is, I’m not gonna bitch about Sadie beating me. It happened, we all saw it. What I am gonna do is say, Sadie we are not done by a long shot. Oh no. In the words of a wise man, we have only just begun. Grapple Kingdom was just chapter 1 of this little saga of ours.

It’s not of matter of if, but a matter of when. When we get back in that ring together, things are gonna be different. I’m an ever changing man. The man you met at Grapple Kingdom isn’t the one standing before you tonight. I am a better man. Not just as a wrestler, but as a person. Don’t believe me, watch me against Blake Rogers tonight. That is if you can manage to pull your head out of your ass long enough. Cause the last thing you want to do is underestimate me. Feel confident in yourself all you want, but like Icarus, those wings are gonna melt and you’re gonna crash, hard. It’s just a matter of time before you slip up. And when you do, I’ll be there to capitalize. Chapter 2 is just beginning Sadie San Francisco, and I’m the one with the pen. Spence, nice seeing ya, enjoy the show, I gotta go get ready.

Brian pats Spencer on the shoulder, and walks over as the camera fades to black.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

April 15, 2017
Amalie Arena
Tampa, FL
LIVE on PAY-PER-VIEW

[FGA Office]

Backstage, the number one contender to the FGA Undisputed Championship, Izzy Anders, traverses the area with a pep in her step. She is all smiles, which does well to fit her current state of affairs, but nonetheless, she seems more joyous than sinister. With her duffel bag on her shoulder and a pair of headphones blocking noise out, she doesn’t catch Spencer Burke coming up on her left side. When he approaches, he’s cautious as he doesn’t want to alarm the Mindkiller. That’s a recipe for disaster. He steps into a view, which she has to check twice over to see if he’s there. When she realizes, she takes off the headphones and gleefully turns to Spencer.

Izzy Anders: One of these days, you ought to get a night off.

Spencer, a little shocked by her statement, withstands it and shakes his head.

Spencer Burke: No, Izzy, an interviewer’s work is never done. I see you just got in, so I won’t hold you up. You should know the deal by now.

He jokes, which does warrant a laugh out of Izzy.

Izzy Anders: Yeah, a few questions trying to pick the brain of the future FGA Undisputed Champion. No big deal.

Spencer adjusts, preparing himself.

Spencer Burke: So, Izzy, you’ve made it this far. You’re only a few weeks out before you go against Cordy Stevenson. Tonight, however, you’re going to be squaring off against her with AMIRA and the Usual Suspects on your side. In the main event of all things. How does it feel?

Izzy smirks slightly, looking down to the ground. She reflects on her newly earned status for a moment, unable to keep a vagrant giggle from escaping her.

Izzy Anders: To tell you the truth, I’m more excited than I should be. I’m walking into this main event match as one of the key figures. I’m the de-facto leader for my team, but I know that my teammates wouldn’t like me saying that too much. I got the Tag Team Champions on my side of the fence. Along with that comes Mr. Controversy himself, Anthony Rother. We all like each other. I think with him in our corner, we got the edge in many ways. Not only is Rother smart, but he knows how to push most of our enemy’s team buttons. It’s great. Perfect strategy.

Izzy Anders: I got AMIRA in my corner, who you should know I kind of resonated with. She...she doesn’t seem too excited about teaming up with me. I used to reach for the SKY too, Spencer. We should be besties too. I could teach her a lot.

Izzy’s eyes narrow a bit as she falls into a state that Spencer or many haven’t seen in awhile. A delirious grin dawns on her face and she tilts her head to the left.

Izzy Anders: You know, Spencer, I could teach AMIRA how to really beat Dom Harter. I think I’m the expert on that here.

She giggles sadistically.

Izzy Anders: I could teach her on how to make sure he can’t come back for her title when she rips from his broken body. Because honestly, tonight, I get to beat my opponent in Cordy, but I got a rare chance to beat up the worst man on planet Earth.

She almost...salivates over her imaginings of what she can do to “her worst enemy”.

Izzy Anders: AMIRA ought to really be glad that I like her, because I’m going to do her a fine favor. You might have to get me a calendar, Spencer, because it has to be Christmas. I get a present in being able to get some vengeance on that piece of shit. And it’s going to be...magical.

Spencer reaches for her shoulder, trying to snap her out of her state, but Izzy grabs onto the microphone, pulling it close to her. She stares Burke right in his eyes as she continues to speak.

Izzy Anders: I’m number one, baby. I got FGA in the palm of my hands, and tonight, I’ll continue to prove why I’m at the top of the rankings. And I get one step closer to getting what I want.

She pauses.

Izzy Anders: So, Spencer, I wouldn’t get all buddy-buddy with me. You got to remember…

The number one contender rests her forehead on Spencer’s, making the man flinch. Yet, he’s unable to back fully away.

Izzy Anders: I’m trying to put you out a job.

She lets go of Spencer before sauntering off to her locker room. Spencer straightens up, a little unnerved by Izzy’s sudden tone shift. He asks the camera operator to go elsewhere in the arena.

[FGA Office]

Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad vs. The Keisters

'Do I Wanna Know' begins to play throughout the arena as Kimmi Keister slowly struts out from behind the curtain. She poses with her chest out, and her hands on her hips as the fans begin to boo. She's soon joined by her sisters; Kalli and Kammi flank her on either side.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of two hundred and ninety pounds! They are the team of Kimmi and Kalli… THE KEEEEEEIIIIISTERRRRRS!!!

Kris Cruise: It’s the return of tag team name you wanted to get tattooed on your bicep!

Stephy Auger: I was quite tired when I sent that text, but yes, I am a fan. Everyone ought to be!

J.A. Aldridge: And introducing their opponents…

...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. They give head nods to the fans before they begin heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

J.A. Aldridge: At a combined weight of three hundred and thirty-two pounds, the team of Peaches and Dan Herrera… PolyChromatic Lion Attack Squad!

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 climb into the ring.

Stephy Auger: Aren’t they cute…

Kris Cruise: I think so, and most of our audience woul--

Stephy Auger: Shut it, Kris, it was rhetorical. I don’t like them. And I don’t like how Peaches claimed the Keisters always end up on their backs! She might eat her words here tonight!

The bell sounds as Kammi Keister steps through the ropes, dropping to the floor below to observe from ringside. The other two Keisters seem to discuss it among themselves for a moment while Dan whispers something to Peaches, exiting to his own tag corner to allow her to start the match. Kimmi rushes forward, forcing Peach to engage in a lockup! The surprised former 3GW leading lady is forced against the ropes! As soon as the ref calls for a rope break, Peaches is caught with a forearm flush under the nose, then a second! Kimmi trades the forearms for a hard slap to a groan from the crowd before she goes to Irish Whip Peaches, but it’s reversed! Peaches catches Keister with the Monkey Flip on the rebound!

Kris Cruise: Super aggressive offense by Kimmi Keister there for a bit-- I think that caught everyone off-guard, especially Peaches, but now the PolyChromatic Lion Attack Squad find themselves back on top!

Peaches checks her nose for blood for a moment before rising to her feet alongside Kimmi, hitting her with a solid forearm strike of her own! Kimmi backs up and is nailed with a Dropkick! It sends her into the ropes where she rebounds into a Sitout Spinebuster to a pop from the crowd! Peaches goes for the cover!

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Stephy Auger: Cheaters! I bet you condone that, Kris!

Kris Cruise: Looked unintentional, but hell of a counter! Now a cover!

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Stephy Auger: Hahaha, oh m… did you hear that?!

Kris Cruise: The official might want to check on both of these competitors after that impact.

Kammi’s eyes widen and, from ringside, she points toward Peaches groggily crawling toward her corner. In response, Kimmi Keister tags herself in and rushes across the ring-- but it’s too late!

Kris Cruise: There’s the tag to Dan Herrera!

Kimmi stops in her tracks, taking a giant step back as Dan enters to a pop from the crowd. Kimmi glares at him and the two look at one another for a moment… before Kimmi rushes forward! Dan easily grabs the oncoming Kimmi, throwing her spine-first into the corner! He drops to his knees and the groggy Peaches finds her footing close toward the Keisters corner. She rushes forward and leaps off Dan’s back to hit Poetry in Motion, also known as Up & At ‘Em! The audience roars for the move and Peaches drop to the apron, still holding her head. Dan readies himself a Kimmi stumbles out of the corner and blasts her with a Discus Elbow Strike! Kimmi flips onto her stomach from the impact and Dan pushes her over onto her back for the pin, hooking the near leg!

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Kalli Keister dives into the ring at the last minute, throwing herself into Herrera to knock him off of Kimmi! With a huff, Herrera pushes himself up to his feet, catching the oncoming Kalli with a Lariat! The audience roars as the Keister is flattened! Herrera nods to Peaches, who ascends to the top rope, despite warnings from the ref! Herrera bends down and pulls the stirring Kalli onto his shoulders into the Electric Chair position while Kammi screams from ringside!

Stephy Auger: REF! THIS IS ILLEGAL! DISQUALIFY PEACHES!

Kris Cruise: After being told by the Keisters that she was riding Herrera’s coattails, Peaches is eager to put them all on their backs just like she said.

Stephy Auger: Shut it, Kris, what are you, reading a script? She’s riding his coattails right now! REF, GET HER DOWN!

Peaches leaps from the top rope, nailing a Missile Dropkick flush to the face of Kalli Keister! Kalli corkscrews through the air before crashing to the canvas, rolling out of the pain, gasping in audible pain! Kammi immediately tends to her, but inside the ring Dan Herrera is left alone with Kimmi while the referee ushers Peaches back to her corner!

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera’s looking to end this right here and Kimmi Keister might not have any idea where she is.

Herrera goes to hoist Kimmi to her feet-- but she nails a low blow! The audience boos loudly and Kimmi hoists herself upright, planting Dan with a DDT! The former Tag Team Champion’s head bounces off of the canvas, but he quickly pulls himself back up. Kimmi rolls him up from behind with a Schoolboy, however, just as the ref turns around! The boos grow deafening as the ref counts Dan’s shoulders down!

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Dan throws himself out of the cover with milliseconds to spare! The audience pops in his favor, but the agitated Kimmi Keister throws a series of closed fists at the groggy competitor for a few moments until he eventually has to cover up. The referee backs Kimmi off. She looks for the tag, but Kalli is still down on the outside of the ring, trying to pull herself up with Kammi’s assistance! Stomping her foot in frustration, Kimmi turns around, stalking Dan Herrera as he begins to climb to his feet. She blasts him with a boot to the side of the head to a groan from the crowd, stunning him in the process, but he stays on his knees!

Stephy Auger: There’s nobody to tag, Kimmi! This is your time to shine!

Kris Cruise: Indeed, Kimmi’s looking for a big win here, knocking out a team with tag championship experience! She could do it if this connects!

As Dan reaches his feet, hunched over, Kimmi shoots the ropes and rebounds for the Scissors Kick-- but Dan move out of harm’s way and stands upright! He rushes past Kimmi and shoot the ropes, himself. Kimmi whips around, right into a Spear to the delight of the crowd!

Kris Cruise: Spear!

Stephy Auger: Because he hates women! The Keisters were right for not wanting to face barbarians like Herrera!

Dan moves toward his corner, slapping the outstretched hand of Peaches! He hoists Kimmi up for the Muscle Buster as Peaches climbs to the top turnbuckle-- and immediately jumps off with a Seated Senton!

Stephy Auger: Jeeeesus! Kris, what do they call that thing?!

Kris Cruise: It probably hurts a lot!

Stephy Auger: That’s a stupid name! Peaches is making the cover and both legs are hooked! Kammi! Kalli! Somebody help!

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Kammi Keister rolls Kalli Keister into the ring but it’s too late! She slams a fist against the apron in frustration.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, Peaches and Dan Herrera, the PolyChromatic Lion Attttaaaack SQUUUAAAAD!

The audience cheers as “Dangerous Business Since 1979” hits the PA system again. Dan reenters the ring, embracing Peaches in a tight hug. After a moment, the two part, allowing the referee to raise their hands in victory. Kalli apologizes to Kammi at ringside, but Kalli just gestures for her to check on the motionless Kimmi.

Kris Cruise: Peaches proved the detractors wrong here tonight. Huge feather in the cap for the Squad!

We hear Stephy Auger grumble into the headset as Peaches and Herrera exit the ring, departing to the back. The scene fades.

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where intrepid interviewer, Jessie Pederson is standing by.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the current FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, Dom Harter!

She gestures to one side, from which The Tenacious Little Bastard steps into view; he’s dressed in his ring attire, ahead of the main event later this evening, his title belt slung over one shoulder. But under the belt he’s wearing a Kimmi Keister t-shirt (available from BRUTAL Apparel!) Jessie stares down at the rainbow colored tee, before looking up at Dom in surprise.

Dom Harter: You forgot to mention the Grand Slam, but I’ll let you off this time.

Jessie Pederson: Oh, yeah, sorry. Dom, it seems like the situation regarding challengers for your title has cleared up with the recent departure of Annie Zellor. Does this mean you can focus more on AMIRA?

Harter sighs softly before answering, trying to hide his feelings on the situation.

Dom Harter: Did Spencer Burke make you ask that? Is he off doing a happy dance somewhere, knowing that he’ll never have to deal with her again? But hey, that’s what we thought about Zero when he walked out isn’t it? Don’t be surprised if she just shows back up at the Gold Rush Rumble catch us all off guard.

Jessie Pederson: Do you think?

Dom Harter: I wouldn’t put it past her. But if not, then I’ll have to pay some attention to AMIRA while she tries to steal pages from my old playbook. And, honestly, I’d go eye-for-an-eye, but I don’t know if I want to recruit simpletons to do my bidding. And I don’t really want to be arrested for fraud or whatever…

Jessie Pederson: It’s worth remembering that she was never convicted of those charges.

Dom Harter: Neither was O--oh hey, guys! There we go, Jessie, two heroes of the hour.

From the opposite side to Dom, the members of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad step into the shot, fresh off their recent victory against The Keisters. It’s Peaches who notices the shirt first, with the smiling face of one of their recent opponents staring back at them.

Peaches: Seriously, bro…

Realizing his ‘error’ Dom quickly removes the offending t-shirt, revealing the #AntiCake shirt he was, for some reason, wearing underneath. Jessie does a double take, muttering under her breath as she wonders.

Jessie Pederson: Why does everyone around here wear two or three t-shirts at a time?

Dom Harter: Great match out there, bro. And it’s nice to see you two stepping up into FGA after that monumental and hard fought victory at Showdown In The Sun!

Dan smirks, knowing that Dom is really just congratulating himself on the match they wrestled a few weeks ago.

Dan Herrera: We keep beating your love interests and you’ll have to start wearing one of our shirts right? I’ll even have Hadley get one specially made for you Bro. For free, you’ll love it.

Dan looks over smiling and laughing a bit at Peaches. She grins back at him.

Dan Herrera: Anyways, don’t you have a main event to get ready for soon?

Dom Harter: Nah, I was born ready for that one, bro. So I can take some time out my day to congratulate my bro and broette on their debut victory tonight.

Peaches: Damn right you can! And like we told Jessie two weeks ago, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad have arrived here in FGA. An’ we knew this one wasn’t gonna be easy, but there was only one way that was ever gonna end.

Dan Herrera: As talented as the Keisters are, the outcome was exactly as it was supposed to be. The P-C-L-A-S came out on top. And now, it’s time to move on to the next step.

But before Dan can continue, he’s interrupted by Jessie Pederson as she presses him on the issue.

Jessie Pederson: The next step being…

Dan Herrera: It’s like we said two weeks ago, Jessie. The Usual Suspects and Anthony Rother took what didn’t belong to them. They’ve been running around unhindered or encumbered by the fact that I am still owed a rematch. That time is over. And now Peaches and I are here to take those belts back.

Peaches: An’ it started with The Keisters, but we don’t care if it’s The Usual Suspects or the Elysian Empire who have the belts, or are callin’ themselves champions. ‘Cause what me and Dan did down in Texas, what we did in 3GW, and what we did here tonight, is all leadin’ us to where we wanna be.

Dan Herrera: The top of the FGA Tag Team division. I’m sure it was a relief for Rother and company to not see me compete for a month after they stole what belonged to me and Cordy. Probably thought that in this lately seemingly young blood sport that an old dog like me may just lay down and die. Perhaps I’d retire again… but no. I’m back and with my tag team partner here… there’s only one place we belong. At the top. And soon enough, we’ll take the Tag Team Championships and prove we’re everything that we say we are.

Peaches: ‘Cause that’s how we roll!

Peaches leans across to give her boyfriend a kiss on the lips before they leave, content with the message they’ve sent to the tag division here. And the show cuts to a commercial break as Dom and Jessie continue their conversation.

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