Vertigo (05.13.17)

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage where former FGA Pride Champion Molly Reid is standing by with Jessie Pederson. Molly’s wearing her wrestling gear, but is sporting a backward hat that’s covering her recently shaved head. She’s got a focused smile on her face as she looks at Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with FGA grappler Molly Reid. Molly before we get to your future, let's talk about tonight. You’re taking on Jimmy Page in the main event. Do you feel ready for it?

Molly Reid: Of course Jessie. I’ve been waiting for these kinds of matches. Look, no offense to Kalli Keister. She put up a great fight at the first-ever Flashpoint show. But Kalli is young, inexperienced. She’s not quite at my level yet. And that’s not me trying to brag about how good I am or anything. But I’ve been wrestling for over five years. I was the second-longest reigning Pride Champion in FGA history. Kalli has a bright future, but right now she just isn’t quite there yet. So wrestling her wasn’t the challenge I was hoping I’d get after losing the Pride title. But Jimmy, he’s the challenge I’ve been looking for. I’ve told you before Jessie, my goal here is to win the FGA World Championship. What better way to push me further along on that quest than to beat a former World Champion in Jimmy Page. And not just a former-champ, but one who defended that title three times. Held it for nearly six months. Jimmy is one of the greatest wrestlers in FGA right now and to beat him would be a massive step in the right direction for me. Not to mention it’s a phenomenal main event for the fans! I haven’t had many, in fact I’m pretty sure this is my first solo main event in FGA history. So I plan to prove that I deserve it.

Jessie Pederson: Molly, you and Dom Harter teamed up to eliminate Jimmy Page from the Gold Rush Rumble last month at Only the Strong Survive. Afterwards he had some choice words for you on Twitter, and he and Dom have been really getting into it. Do you have anything to say to him about that, and do you think it’ll affect your match?

Molly shakes her head as she adjusts her hat and shakes her arms and legs, trying to stay warm for her match later on.

Molly Reid: No, I mean, well maybe. Look, Jimmy took that too personally I think. I was trying to win that match. Jimmy is a phenomenal wrestler and a huge threat. When I saw Dom going after him, I did what I had to do to help eliminate Jimmy. The longer he was in the ring the worse chance I had. So I did it out of respect for his skills if anything. I’m not saying he should feel honored or respected or whatever, but that’s just the truth about what I did. It wasn’t anything personal towards him outside of the ring or anything. I was just doing what I had to do within the confines of the match to win. I will admit that my little wave after was uncalled for and a mistake, but I just got caught up in the moment. And I’m sorry to Jimmy, which I’ve already said.

Jessie Pederson: Do you think he sees it a different way?

Molly Reid: I don’t know, possibly. Does it really matter? Jimmy doesn’t need extra motivation to wrestle me tonight. He’s been in the business long enough to know that you need to take every match seriously. He’s watched me wrestle, he knows how good I am. He knows that he’s going to have to be at his best tonight if he wants any chance of beating me. Just like I know I have to be at my best. We’re two phenomenal wrestlers that are going to put on one hell of a match tonight no matter the circumstances. The fans will leave here happy, I’m sure of it.

Jessie Pederson: Ok Molly, moving on to your future. We’re only six weeks away from All Star Showdown VI, which for the first time ever will be a two-night event. Right now you’ve got no match scheduled after not invoking your Pride Championship rematch clause. With the FGA World Championship match taking up the one main event, there’s a possibility that the other is open. Are you looking to get in that slot and against who?

Molly laughs as she looks around for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She eventually holds her hand against her jaw as if she’s deep in thought as she answers the question.

Molly Reid: I’ve got some ideas Jessie. That main event slot on night one looks mighty appetizing right now if I’m being completely honest with you. But here’s the thing. I’m just looking for the biggest possible match I can get. Since I didn’t win the Gold Rush Rumble and didn’t get my chance at the world title, I want a huge match that people will remember me for. All Star Showdown is the biggest event of the year for FGA and I definitely want to have a memorable moment. Much more memorable than my loss to Annie Zellor last year. And honestly? I feel like I deserve it. Did you know that I’ve won seventeen matches since I came into FGA? Nobody in this company has more wins than I do in that time span. Not Cordy Stevenson, not Izzy Anders, not Johnny Karma, not Dom Harter, Chandler Scott, Jimmy Page, Zero McHannon. None of them have as many wins in this company as I do since the start of 2016. So I feel like I’ve earned a big spot on the biggest show this company has ever put on. I’ve poured my blood, sweat and tears into this company since I got here, busting my ass each and every week to succeed. So yeah, I think I’ve earned a big match. As for opponents, we’ll see. I’ve been waiting to see if management are going to come to me with a match, but so far nothing. So maybe it’s time I go out and find one on my own, don’t you think? Anyways, I’ve got to get ready for my match.

Jessie Pederson: Well folks there you have it. Still no match for Molly Reid at All Star Showdown VI yet, but she’ll take on former World Champion Jimmy Page later tonight, so stay tuned!

Molly smiles at the camera before turning away and walking down the hallway. It seems like the screen is about to fade back to the ring, but suddenly Molly stops as she sees a door open near her. The crowd in the arena erupts as Heather Lasiewicz pokes her head out of the door, looking from left to right and back again. a wicked smile is on her face.

Molly Reid: Heather!

Molly exclaims as she grins and walks over to her friend, wrapping her in a big hug. Heather wicked grin gives way to a genuine smile as she reciprocates the hug before they break it.

Molly Reid: I didn’t expect to see you here.

The wicked grin returns as Heather bounces from foot to foot, obviously excited about something.

Heather Lasiewicz: I had a bit of business that urgently needed to be completed. But it is done.

Molly looks quizzically at the bouncy blonde. Heather grins up at her and puts a finger on Molly's mouth.

Heather Lasiewicz: I hope you're ready for an obscene amount of Southern Charm and pure sex appeal.

Molly narrows her eyes for a moment before Heather's words hit her and her eyes widen. She opens her mouth to speak, but Heather shuts it again gently, nodding.

Heather Lasiewicz: That's right, Molly my dear. I've decided to make FGA my new home.

The crowd explodes at the announcement. Heather's eyes widen as her gaze turns towards the uproar. She wobbles at the knees and dramatically clutches the wall for support. She points towards the directions of the crowd and smirks at Molly.

Heather Lasiewicz: Gee, you think they like that?!

Molly grins as she hears the crowd continue to roar in approval of the announcement. Molly jokingly cups her hand to her ear as if she's trying to listen closely.

Molly Reid: It sure sounds like it.

Heather bounces on her toes and giggles.

Heather Lasiewicz: That's me done here. Don't let me hold you up, my shimmery love; we shall be seeing a lot more of each other. Have fun tonight and kick ass!

Heather hugs Molly tightly before dancing off and out of view of the camera. Molly smiles before turning and watching Heather dance down the hallway. Molly’s smile slowly fades as her look turns from joy to one of seemingly deep thought, as the camera slowly fades back to inside the arena, where the crowd is still cheering loudly.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Peaches is standing with Spencer Burke. Dressed in a Dan Herrera t-shirt like the supportive girlfriend that she is, Peaches also wears a smile on her face as the interview begins.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Peaches, who is one half of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad.

Peaches: Thank you for havin’ me, Spence.

Spencer Burke: Always a pleasure. Lets start with what happened recently on Flashpoint, where it almost seemed like you’d be competing in a handicap match before Elon Elysian finally appeared. And then The Keisters interrupted your match. What are your thoughts on that?

Peaches laughs sharply.

Peaches: Uh, yeah. Look, after the show we had a good talk with them Elysians an’ Elon tried to explain himself. An’ I gotta tell you, uh, it wasn’t a brilliant argument, Spence. He wanted to try and prove himself – well he finally got that chance tonight.

Spencer Burke: That triple threat match certainly was interesting.

Peaches: You’re tellin’ me. An’ I’m always proud of Dan so, uh, The Keisters though? I’ve had it up to here with ’em, Spence.

She holds a hand at about neck height, grimacing at the thought of more Keister interference.

Peaches: I’d had enough of ’em when they attacked me an’ Dan backstage. I’d had enough of ’em when they interfered in our match last week. Uh, I’d had enough of ’em before they tried to bribe Elon Elysian into givin’ ’em a title shot. An’ right now, Spence, uh–

Kimmi Keister: Excuse me?!

The screeching Essex accent rings out as Kimmi Keister steps into view; she stands on the opposite side of Spencer Burke, who suddenly finds himself between the two warring women, as Kimmi grabs his hand and the microphone in it.

Kimmi Keister: You’ve had enough of us? Did I hear that right? Is that literally what you said?

Peaches: That’s what I said, yeah.

Kimmi laughs hysterically, draping an arm across Spencer’s shoulder as she does so; the intrepid interviewer does his best not to stare at the heaving cleavage that’s now directly in his peripheral vision thanks to Kimmi’s revealing ring attire choice.

Kimmi Keister: Uh, Spencer, babe, do me a favor and remind Peaches when she debuted here in FGA, ok?

Spencer Burke: Uh, I believe that was Vertigo 31 back in March in Charlotte, North Carolina a couple of months ago.

Kimmi Keister: And when did I make my FGA debut?

Spencer Burke: Back in January, in Eugene, Oregon.

Kimmi Keister: Exaaaaactly. So, Peaches, if anyone is sick of anyone else here, uh, it’s me and my sisters sick of you and your Dad trying to jump the queue. Ok?

She laughs again as Peaches steps closer to her foe, looking Kimmi right in the eyes as she speaks.

Peaches: But we beat you that night. When The Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad debuted here in FGA, we beat you. An’ we beat Daniel Widdel an’ Stunray after that. An’ we woulda beat The Elysian Empire last week on Flashpoint–

Kimmi Keister: Yeah, in a handicap match!

Peaches: –but you girls, an’ Elon, you wouldn’t let us have that. So if you’re gonna stand there an’ tell me that you deserve a shot at those belts before us ‘cause you’ve been here longer … yeah I’m gettin’ real sick of y’all. But step up, Kimmi! ‘Cause we put you girls down once, an’ we can do it again.

Kimmi looks almost offended at the accusation; she moves away from Spencer, her hand lingering on his shoulder as he continues to look uncomfortable.

Kimmi Keister: Threatening me after I’ve had a match? Really?! So classless!

She turns to leave, before pivoting and throwing a right hook in Peaches’ direction. But the Georgia native ducks under and counters, firing off a couple of jabs before a bionic elbow connects to send Kimmi staggering backwards. Peaches follows up with a huge spear that knocks Kimmi off her feet, before she stands back up and turns to Spencer.

Peaches: Like I said, Spence, we’ve put ’em down once, we can do it again.

Peaches walks away, leaving Kimmi down on the floor and clutching her ribs as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

CHAMPION vs. CHAMPION
(c) Chris Madison vs. (c) AMIRA

J.A. Aldridge: The following bout is scheduled for one fall and it is a champion versus champion match!

The billing earns a moderate pop from the live audience in New Mexico.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California… she is your FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion…

The arena darkens, then the stroke of a single piano key echoes through the sound system. A spotlight begins illuminating the stage as a woman's voice sings, accompanied by the soft sounds of a violin.

AMIRA

AMIIIRRAAA

The violin instrumentals intensify as none other than the artist formerly known as Skylar Cloud, the one and only AMIRA emerges from the darkness, standing in the spotlight with her arms extended outward.

AMIRA, she's the best! Better than all the rest!

She slowly starts making her way to the ring, with the lights now strobing around her, revealing the custom “Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship” belt around her waist.

AMIRA, she's so cool! Over you, she will rule!

Jeering fans in the front row tries to get her attention as she approaches the ringside area, but she chooses to ignore them and head up the ring steps.

Sheeee used to say to reach for the SKYYYY-lar; now she crushes all who deffyyy her! She's witty, strong and has no fear; the age of AMIRA is heeere!

Kris Cruise: Again, there’s not even a need for Aldridge to announce AMIRA. If her personally-performed theme song doesn’t tell the world who she is, then her custom Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship will.

Stephy Auger: Mid-Atl… Christ, Cruise, get it right! It’s the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship! I’m glad AMIRA isn’t close enough to hear you because she’s been in a foul mood since Flashpoint!

Kris Cruise: Why? She’s the one that chose to walk out on her match with Brian Stryker.

Stephy Auger: …

After stopping in the middle of the ring apron with her back to the ropes, she raises a fist in the air, before stepping into the ring, where she unstraps the championship and, in a similar display, raises it high above her head. The lights start to return as she takes the center of the ring. The music fades out. AMIRA hands the custom title to the referee, yelling for him to “be careful!”, a look of annoyance on her face. The lights start to return as she takes the center of the ring and then takes her corner.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent…

The arena's lights dim to black as the opening guitar riffs to "War Machine" by KISS begin to screech over the P.A. system. The video screen lights up with visual static noise. Suddenly in the center of the screen a black handprint begins pulsating to the beat of the drum that has began to play. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp and we see Chris Madison standing with his head bowed under a black towel, wearing an official FGA licensed t-shirt that says, "Always Ready For War," across the chest. He nods his head to the music and as the chorus breaks he rips the towel from his head and tosses it into the live audience, starting his way down the ramp toward, the ring. The camera pans down toward his waist which dons the FGA Pride Championship.

Stephy Auger: She walked out because Stryker was being reckless. What if he’d hurt her? Imagine the outrage!

Kris Cruise: I can’t bear to, Stephy.

Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine
Better watch out 'cause I'm a war machine

J.A. Aldridge: Coming to the ring from Long Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds and standing six feet tall, he is the FGA Pride Champion, "Mayhem" CHRIS MAAADDIISSOONN!

Kris Cruise: Considering the mindset Madison needs to put himself in to combat Savannah, I don’t see him allowing AMIRA to walk out on this match. He spoke out against her, saying that renaming and rebranding that championship was a slap in the face of everyone who’d held it before, so he’s got a personal gripe as well, I’d think.

Stephy Auger: And I bet you agree, don’t you?!

Kris Cruise: I think he made a valid argument. I think he’ll give the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion the fight of her career.

Stephy Auger: That’s not what it’s called.

Madison makes it to the base of the steps and places one foot down before scoping out the fans directly behind him by peering over his shoulder. He smirks as the live audience sings along to the entrance music and then marches up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He immediately leaps up onto the middle rope and faces out towards the crowd. He brings his fists up to his face and punches his jaw with each hand before shooting his arms out horizontally with his hands wide open, giving the camera and audience a clear view of the Pride Championship and welcoming whatever challenge is coming his way. Madison hops backwards, bouncing off of his feet, unbuckling the championship and turns towards the center of the ring, snarling and ready to go...

Kris Cruise: Chris Madison is ready to get this thing started!

Stephy Auger: So is AMIRA! Stop discrediting AMIRA!

The referee calls for the bell to the delight of the audience. Chris Madison moved forward, guard up, but AMIRA wastes no time throwing a kick toward his left leg. The shot doesn’t seem to faze Madison. He moves forward, but takes a second kick, this time toward the calf. AMIRA follows up with a toe kick, but Madison grabs at her leg before she can follow up. AMIRA backs off, the look of annoyance still painted on her face. Madison wears a look of mild amusement, but AMIRA rushes forward for an elbow! Madison avoids it, side-stepping and countering with a hard right elbow of his own to a pop from the audience! The shot sends AMIRA to the mat and she rolls to the ropes, glaring at the Pride Champion, whose own look of amusement has completely disappeared, replaced with the same intensity he came to the ring with.

Kris Cruise: Madison might have overlooked AMIRA’s striking repertoire, but he made that adjustment pretty quickly and now the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion caught just a taste of wha--

Stephy Auger: Oh my God, stop calling it that.

The referee backs Madison away as he draws closer to AMIRA. Madison raises his hands backing off… and AMIRA scrambles to her feet, rushing forward, hitting Madison with a closed fist behind the ref’s back! Madison flinches and AMIRA maneuvers around the ref, nailing a Spinning Elbow Strike to Madison’s temple-- and then a second, sending a shot throughout the venue! Madison falls to a knee and AMIRA shoots the ropes, rebounding with a Running Front Dropkick that takes Madison to his back! AMIRA drives an elbow across his face for good measure, hooking the nearest leg for a cover.

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Madison throws the shoulder up with authority! AMIRA drives a knee into his heart, raining hard elbows down toward the head and neck of the Pride Champion, but Madison grabs her by the head, throwing her off to a pop from the audience. AMIRA scrambles back to her feet and races forward, delivering a vicious punt to the heart of Madison! Madison is stunned but still rises to his feet. AMIRA rushes the ropes and nails a jumping knee strike to the temple, taking Madison to the mat again!

Stephy Auger: ARE YOU SEEING THIS DISPLAY?!

AMIRA, still grimacing, holds her arms out to the audience, but doesn’t acknowledge the deafening chorus of boos.

Kris Cruise: She’s definitely showing just how quick and just how aggressive she can be. I don’t think anyone ever doubted her ability.

AMIRA turns, watching as Madison reaches a knee again. AMIRA mutters something under her breath and shoots the ropes again, rebounding…

...right into a vicious Bicycle Knee Strike from Chris Madison! The shot turns AMIRA inside-out, nearly performing a complete flip!

Kris Cruise: Well--

Stephy Auger: Shut up, Cruise!

The audience pops for the redfaced Madison! AMIRA is completely dazed as she rises to her feet, but she’s blasted with a right elbow! Madison follows up with a Spinebuster! He crawls after her for a cover, but the disoriented Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion rolls out to the apron and drops to the floor. Madison tries to exit the ring after her but the referee warns him to stay inside before beginning his ten count.


”ONE!”



“TWO!”



“THREE!”



“FOUR!”


AMIRA reaches her feet, using the barricade, swatting at fans that attempt to touch her. She makes a beeline for the apron… but stops, glaring up at Madison. She turns, beginning to walk around the ring, rubbing the back of her neck as she mutters under her breath, ignoring the chorus of boos that follows.


”FIVE!”



“SIX!”



“SEVEN!”



“EIGHT!”


Kris Cruise: Shades of last week, and this audience is growing impatient!

The jeers turn to cheers, however, as Madison moves past the ref and slides out of the ring! AMIRA turns around, right into a running knee to the gut by Madison! The shot takes AMIRA to her knees and Madison follows up with a clubbing blow to the upper back. He shakes his head at her, rolling her into the ring beneath the bottom rope. AMIRA scrambles to her feet as Madison steps through the ropes, blasting him with a stiff side kick to the temple! She goes for a spinning version of it, but Madison grits his teeth and captures her leg, stepping completely into the ring and dropping into a heel hook!

Kris Cruise: AMIRA’s caught!

The audience pops, immediately screaming for AMIRA to ”tap!” but she digs her elbows into the canvas, turning toward the nearest ropes and clutching the bottom immediately. Boos inevitably follow and the ref warns Madison off, who breaks at one with a look of frustration. He rises upright, shaking the cobwebs out, going to pull AMIRA to her feet, but again she hugs the ropes for dear life, prompting a five-count from the ref.

”ONE!”


“TWO!”


“THREE!”


“FOUR!”

Madison breaks, clearly annoyed. He backs to the center of the ring, yelling for AMIRA to “come on!” AMIRA gives him a dismissive wave, rolling out to the apron again.

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Madison throws his hands up, turning away in anger-- and in this split second, AMIRA rushes back into the ring! Madison turns around as AMIRA goes for a Rolling Koppu Kick… and he captures her leg again, this time turning her over and locking in the Calf Crusher with ease! AMIRA cries out, scrambling for the nearest set of ropes! Madison leans back, adding more pressure to the hold and AMIRA freezes, raising a hand, prepared to submit…

Stephy Auger: Fight! Fight for the ropes, AMIRA!

Kris Cruise: Both of these Grapplers keep going back to the leg of the other and the Pride Champion might make AMIRA tap right here!


Stephy Auger: Cruise, you psychopath! Women over the world would be demoralized EVEN MORE if AMIRA tapped right here! Fight!

With one last gasp, AMIRA reaches out, grabbing the bottom rope to sighs and groans from most of the audience. Madison pulls her away by the leg before the ref can interject! AMIRA rolls onto her back again, using both feet to kick Madison away! He rolls through, back to his feet and tackles the rising AMIRA into the corner. She tries to fight out with elbow strikes to the head, but Madison pulls her down into a front facelock and tries to drag her to the center of the ring!

Kris Cruise: Madison’s looking for the Helicopter Guillotine!

AMIRA reaches back, hooking a foot under the bottom rope! The boos come pouring in again and Madison gives the ref a look of bitter amusement when he waves off his attempts. For good measure, Madison delivers a hard knee strike to the jaw of AMIRA! She falls to the mat and Madison goes to collect her, but once more, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion rolls to the outside! Madison moves past the ref and slides out after her, but AMIRA slides right back into the ring! Madison runs a hand down his face, clearly aggravated. He pivots and hops back up onto the apron-- only for AMIRA to nail the Rolling Koppu Kick! The shot sends Madison off of the apron, roughly to the ground! He pushes himself up, groggily. AMIRA shakes her leg, wincing a bit as she shoots the ropes and rebounds… diving through to nail an Elbow Suicida! Both Grapplers roll across the floor with the audience coming alive with a mixed reaction for the athleticism! The referee administers another ten count.

”ONE!”



“TWO!”



“THREE!”



“FOUR!”



“FIVE!”

AMIRA stumbles to her feet first, smirking at the fallen Madison. She backs up to the apron, rolling into the ring before yelling for the ref to “resume the countdown!”


”SIX!”



“SEVEN!”


AMIRA grows impatient, pacing with short strides as Madison begins to stir.


”EIGHT!”



“NINE!”

Madison dives back into the ring beneath the bottom rope to a roar from the crowd, but is met with a series of unfocused rights and lefts from AMIRA! Madison fights back to his feet through the flurry and nails a right elbow! AMIRA swings for one of her own but Madison ducks beneath it and hits a German Suplex… and rolls up to his feet behind her, spinning her around and leveling her with a Ripcord Elbow! He pulls her away from the ropes, hooking both legs for a cover.

Kris Cruise: Comatosed by Chris Madison! You know that kind of impact got the attention of Savannah Taylor somewhere in the back! The cover!

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TWO
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THRE-!

AMIRA throws the shoulder up, but Madison wastes no time signaling for the end. He hoists her upright in a front facelock, but AMIRA counters with an Insidle Cradle! The ref, in perfect position, makes the count!

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TWO
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TH--!

Madison shifts his weight and both opponents rise to their feet, but Madison blasts AMIRA with yet another elbow! AMIRA reels and Madison hoists her up for a Suplex, but AMIRA drops down behind him and catches him with a Schoolboy Rollup, hooking the tights unbeknownst to the ref!

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TWO
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THRE-!

Madison pops out and scrambles to his feet, running far and shooting the ropes as AMIRA climbs to hers… and Madison nails a Running Yakuza Kick, earning a roar from the Santa Ana Star Center! Madison drops into the cover, hooking the far leg!

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TWO
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THHRRRRE-!

Kickout!

Kris Cruise: Near fall after near fall! Rio Rancho is on their feet for both champions in this rare contest!

Stephy Auger: Any second now, AMIRA is gonna put this one away. Then Lowri Moss and Sadie and Rogers and every other dork is gonna think twice about sniffing around the championship… the real championship!

Chants of ”WE WANT MAYHEM!” begin to pick up in the arena before replaced with a ”MA-DI-SON!” chant, willing the Pride Champion back to his feet. His attention is drawn back toward AMIRA as she crawls to the ropes, trying to exit the ring. Madison shakes his head and grabs AMIRA by the foot! He drags her back, but AMIRA has grabbed the apron, pulling it partially into the ring! Madison finally manages to pull her off of it…

...and as the ref moves to kick the apron back into place, AMIRA allows herself to be pulled to her feet, but jabs a thumb into Madison’s eye! Madison throws a hand over his face and AMIRA shoots the ropes, rebounding with a Slingblade! She hooks an arm under Madison’s neck and applies the Scarfhold Neck Crank to an isolated surprised pop, but a sea of boos from Rio Rancho! The ref gets into position, asking if Madison will submit!

Stephy Auger: HA! Unfamiliar territory for Madison, I bet! TAP! STOP FIGHTING, TAP!

Madison uses his feet to pull himself closer to the ropes. AMIRA looks panicked as he drags her weight across the ring with him!

Kris Cruise: New AMIRAcana is locked in tight but Madison has a decisive size and strength advantage! AMIRA stopped working on the leg, so lower-body strength is coming into play here in a big way for the Pride Champ!

Finally, Madison’s left foot is centimeters away from the bottom rope… and AMIRA pushes herself up, stomping viciously away at the left leg of Madison! Madison grunts in pain and sits upright to fight AMIRA off, but she blasts him with a Savate Kick, catching Madison under the chin! Madison hits the mat and AMIRA slides into the cover, hooking the left leg!

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TWO
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TH--!

Madison throws the shoulder up and AMIRA tries to apply the Scarfhold Neck Crank again, but Madison shoves her away! She nails a quick elbow drop across the heart and pushes herself up, beckoning Madison to his feet as well. Madison climbs to his knees and AMIRA shoots for another kick… but she swings herself completely around, allowing Madison to stand upright, capturing AMIRA in the Electric Chair position!

Stephy Auger: NOOOOO!

Kris Cruise: This is End Game!

AMIRA flails-- and Madison’s knee buckles! He loses his balance just for a moment but it proves to be enough for AMIRA to switch her positioning and bring Madison down with a Reverse DDT! Madison clutches the back of his head, instinctively scooting into the corner in a seated position. AMIRA pushes herself up in the middle of the ring, staring at Madison with wide eyes. She backs up into the far corner and sprints at him…

...only for Madison to spring to his feet and take AMIRA down with a Thesz Press before she can get so much as two steps! He unleashes, raining right and left elbows down on his fellow champion! After a few moments, AMIRA is unable to cover up! Two strikes land flush and the ref backs Madison up, but Madison seems prepared for the end! He over and hoists her back up, once more looking for the front facelock, but AMIRA is able to pull herself through the nearby ropes. Madison maintains a fistful of hair by happenstance and AMIRA uses his close proximity to grab onto the ropes and nail a desparation Enzugiri! Madison releases her, but doesn’t hit his feet until a second Enzuigiri stuns him, and finally a third grounds him!

Kris Cruise: Madison and AMIRA are doing everything in their power to put the other away! Those three shots might have done it!

Stephy Auger: AMIRA is going up top!

AMIRA breathes heavily, exhausted, pulling herself to the corner. She ascends to the top rope but glares as Madison pulls himself up in front of the corner.

AMIRA: ...STAY… DOWN!

AMIRA shakes her head, shaking with anger as Madison groggily reaches his feet. AMIRA leaps from the top, looking for some sort of double knee strike to Madison… but Madison catches AMIRA on his shoulders! He turns her around in mid-air, positioning her for a modified type of Electric Chair! AMIRA flails and throws thunderous shots to the head of Madosn, but he shoves her into the air, allowing her to free-fall… before catching her with a rear-waist lock and throwing himself back with a vicious, bridging German Suplex!

Kris Cruise: That is End Game! Open your eyes, Stephy!

The ref slides into the count as Madison’s leg shakes while he tries to hold the bridge!

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THREE!

The audience explodes! Madison buckles at the three as AMIRA rolls out of the pinning predicament, albeit a second too late. Dazed and groggy, AMIRA sits upright, insisting that she kicked out even as the ref calls for the bell!

Stephy Auger: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!

Kris Cruise: Seemed like a fair count to me…

Madison’s arm is raised while AMIRA storms to the outside, demanding her belt from the timekeeper.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, the FGA Pride Champion, “Mayhem” CHRIS MADIIISSOOONN!

AMIRA snatches her belt, staggering up the ramp without so much as a glance back toward the Pride Champion who allows the ref to raise his arm. Madison shakes the pain out of his leg before moving to the ropes, raising his belt high above his head to a pop from the crowd. AMIRA storms through the curtains to the back. Back in the ring, Madison holds the Pride Championship in the air to cheers and applause from the crowd. Madison looks down and stares at the championship, knowing not only the fight that he has coming his way, but the yearning of his #1 contender to finally win FGA gold. It's a feeling that he knows all too well.

[FGA Office]

Page is seen, sitting alone by himself, clutching a microphone close towards his chest. He taps on the side of it as he looks off into the distance. 

Jimmy Page: "You've made your bed, lie in it." 

Page pauses for a bit, blinks, then runs his left hand through his hair.

Jimmy Page: I can comfortably say that for my entire adult life I have made my bed and I have for too long lied in it. I've met so many people, done so many vile things, I had become numb to it. Always looking over my shoulder instead of holding my head high. I was a nasty person, filled to the brim with melancholy and despair. Feeling like there was no way out of my lonesome prison; The alcohol and the pills were my ball and chain. 

Page stops, he slides down the wall, looking up as he scans the sky. He lets out a sigh through his nostrils and brings the mic back towards his lips.

Jimmy Page: Reconciling with everything you've done, it's hard to digest. For so long I've been nothing but a walking plague across FGA. No friends, no family, and countless bridges burned to the ground. I have to deal with that for the rest of my life, and I know some people say all time heals wounds. I get it...but...

Page looks at the camera, a look of regret in his eyes.

Jimmy Page: Wounds do scar, and scars last forever; And I have a lot of wounds in my life that never healed the way they should. And me? I can deal with that, I've dealt with it for a long, long time. See, that's the difference between me and Dom Harter. Dom Harter will tell you that he's changed over a new leaf. That he's become a new person. But quite honestly in Dom Harter's case, even when you put gold paint on a turd, it's still a turd. Dom Harter has done nothing to show he's truly changed. And yeah some people might eat that up. Some people will look at me and ask me who gave me the right to judge anybody after the thing I've done? And I will gladly concede that point. I'm the last person who should be saying crap like this. But take it from somebody who has been down that road; Who has dealt with his demons and who has had the "pleasure" of crossing paths with Harter. 

Page sits up a bit staring a hole through the camera with his icy gaze.

Jimmy Page: Harter's not the type of guy to stab you in your front. Harter, for all his bravado, and all of his egoism, is nothing but an usurper. All friendships are disposable, no relationship is bigger than his needs. And if there's any indication of the type of man he is, look no further than Malcolm Drake. Drake like myself had demons, had want to set things right, and Dom Harter kicked him while he was down. Because in Harter's sociopath nature, we are nothing more than cattle for him to lead to the slaughter. And I...for one...will not have it...!! See what Harter did to me at the Gold Rush Rumble and the snide comments he's said about me on social media and on Vertigo has opened my eyes to his game.

It's just no one else can see it. I have asked him to stop, I have asked him to drop the act; But at the end of it all, my calls have fallen on deaf ears. If that's the way it is, I'll expose Harter's rigged game. But in the meantime, the main event, I face Molly Reid. Someone who I'm quite familiar with given she was apart of Harter's scheme. She can say she wasn't, she can play dumb, I don't care. But she seemed to not understand the type of person I am. Even through my therapy and my meetings, even though I've been tame since coming back to FGA...I want to let Molly in on a little secret.

Page keeps his eyes in his cold stare.

Jimmy Page: I hold grudges. I don't forget people who have wronged me. You wronged me and now you pay. So I hope to give you a crash course on who you're dealing with in our match. And I hope you learn a lesson: Anyone who makes a deal with Harter, has sold their soul to ME!! And I'll be collecting tonight...!!

Page lowers the mic and breaks his stare. He places the microphone in his lap and slouches back against the wall. He looks away from the camera, contemplating things before his match. The camera slowly begins to turn away from Page and then the scene fades to black.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Jimmy Page vs. Molly Reid

The lights in the arena dim as The Greatest by Sia begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, bouncing around with a slight smirk on her face and her Pride Championship slung over her shoulder. She stares down to the ring before smacking her title a few times and beginning to walk down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California… MOOOOLLYYYYY REEEEEEEID!!!

Once Molly gets near the ring, she sprints, dives into the ring and jumps up, holding her title up in the air indifferent to the crowd’s reaction. Molly runs to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner with a smirk still on her face as she takes off her hat and sunglasses, preparing to start the match.

Kris Cruise: Earlier tonight, we heard that Molly Reid is looking for a big match for All-Star Showdown Six. After the run she’s been on over the last year, I think she’s more than deserved a big match on one of the biggest shows of the year.

Stephy Auger: Is that right? Does Lil Miss Molly think she’s entitled to a big match? Instead of worrying about the big match at All-Star Showdown Six, maybe she should worry about the big match that’s coming up next. Did you hear what Jimmy Page had to say about her? Did you hear his tone of voice? How about the look in his eyes when he spoke Molly’s name, Cruise? If Page has his way, Molly Reid might not even make it to All-Star Showdown Six!

A song crashes into the P.A. system that sounds of static and a guitar. The lights begin to flash a violent red frantically. As the song "Murdered Out" by Kim Gordon really kicks in, the lights continue to flash red. A silhouette appears at the entrance. With a controlled stagger, Jimmy Page comes from the back, head down and arms out from his sides. Page swaggers down to the ring in at a methodical pace. The camera gets a close up of his hair covered face as he makes his way down the aisle. He stops at the top of the ramp, flinging his hair from his eyes and glaring around, chewing on a piece of gum. Through the static red, a spotlight follows Page as he makes his way to the front of the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 237 pounds! He is “The King of the F’N World” JIIIMMYYYYYY PAAAAAAAGE!!!

He takes a running start, sliding on top of the apron. He stands, gets in the ring, then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Page spits his gum outside of the ring, into the crowd. Jimmy leaps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to slither down into a seat on the lower turnbuckle; Placing his head against the middle turnbuckle, knocking the back of it against the corner gently as he awaits the bell.

Kris Cruise: After all these years, there’s still no love lost between Page and Dom Harter. But Page definitely took offense to Molly Reid’s actions during the Gold Rush Rumble. Now I was one of the many who foolishly didn’t believe Molly Reid over these past few months. But Molly’s proven to be an honest person and if she says she’s sorry for how she acted, then I think that she’s genuinely apologetic. It wasn’t out of malice. She said so herself. She saw Page as the biggest threat and eliminated him.

Stephy Auger: Molly should know better. Kissing the backside of Jimmy Page isn’t gonna save her from what’s about to happen here in this one.

The bell sounds as Page quickly grabs Reid by the throat, moves her across the ring and chokes her against the turnbuckles. The crowd continues to boo while the ref gives him until the count of five to brea the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

After reluctantly letting go, Page throws out a haymaker. But Reid ducks. When Page turns around, Reid unleashes a series of right hands that cause the crowd to cheer. She then brings Page from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, goes for an irish whip feint and throws out a rolling elbow. But Reid ducks and runs into the ropes. When she returns, Page sets up for a back body drop. But Reid counters with a sunset flip.

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Page kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid with the first nearfall of the contest. But just moments prior to that, she nearly got her caught with that rolling elbow from Page.

Stephy Auger: If he connected with that, this one would be over already.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Reid slaps on a side headlock. But the hold doesn’t stay on for long as Page shoves Reid off of her and into the ropes. When Reid returns, she slides through Page’s legs. When Page turns around, Reid gets back to her feet and connects with a dropkick, sending Page stumbling back. Reid then returns to her feet, runs over and connects with another dropkick, sending Page through the ropes and onto the apron. As Page pulls himself up, the cheers continue as Reid runs into the corner and connects with a triangle dropkick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Reid sends Page to the floor after that dropkick! Stephy, we know Reid has a background in striking. But she’s not gonna win a fist fight with the likes of Page. So what is she doing? She’s using her speed, agility and technique to avoid those dangerous strikes of Page while catching him off guard. This is exactly what Reid needs to do if she wants to come away with a win here tonight in the main event!

Stephy Auger:

While Page picks himself up, Reid runs into the far ropes. When Reid returns, the crowd cheers when she hurls herself over the top rope and knocks him down with a suicide dive over the top rope. Cheers and applause are heard throughout the crowd.

Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off as Molly Reid takes it to the air and takes out Jimmy Page!

Reid climbs up onto the apron and waves up Page. Once Page picks himself up and turns around, the crowd cheers when Reid runs along the apron before knocking him down with a somersault senton.

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid pulls off yet another high risk maneuver, wiping out Jimmy Page with a senton off the apron!

Reid picks up Page before pushing him back inside under the bottom rope. She then rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Reid picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Reid into the ropes. When Reid returns, Page throws out a running big boot. But Reid ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Reid returns, Page throws out a lariat. But again, Reid ducks and runs into the ropes. When Reid returns, she executes a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. When Page gets back up, the cheers continues as Reid rushes over and brings him down with a running hurricanrana. She then runs towards the ropes. As Page gets back up, Reid connects with a springboard flying chuck, knocking him down. She makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Reid continues to use her speed to get the better of Page.

Stephy Auger: All Page needs to do is just grab her a hold of her one time and this entire match turns in his favor.

Kris Cruise: The only thing is, can he? Reid has wisely kept a fast pace. She’s continued to hit him from all angles. She’s proving why she’s racked up as many wins as she’s had over the past year. A huge win in this match will be yet another feather in her cap.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, yeah. But she should still be focused on this match, not the pay per view.



Reid picks up Page and whips him into the turnbuckle. She then runs across the ring and into the corner. But Page ducks and dumps her over the top rope. Page makes his way out of the corner thinking that he’s sent Reid crashing to the floor. But no! Reid landed safely on the apron. When Page turns around, the crowd cheers when Reid knocks him down with a springboard dropkick. She makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Reid picks up Page, delivers an arm wrench and follows up with a russian leg sweep. Upon returning to her feet, Reid runs into the ropes. When she returns, she goes for a rolling thunder. But Page blocks the move.

Kris Cruise: He got his knees up!

Stephy Auger: There it is! That’s the opening right there, Cruise!

After Reid bounces off of Page’s knees, she turns over and holds the small of her back. The boos continue as Page returns to his feet before putting the boots to Reid. Page reaches down, pulls up Reid and throws her down with a scoop slam. He reaches down, yanks Reid back up by the hair and flings her across the ring. Page heads over, reaches down, slowly pulls up Reid and follows up with a vertical suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Reid gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Page only gets a two count after that suplex, but he’s got to be relieved to finally be on the offensive. This match was trending downward for Page and if Reid kept up that pace? I think she takes it. I really do. But now it’s Reid that has that has to fight back to regain control. How will she respond?

Page picks up Reid and whips her into the corner. Reid arches her back as soon as her spine collides with the turnbuckles. While Reid writhes in pain, Page charges into the corner to attack. But Reid knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. Page then shakes off the attack before running back into the corner. This time, the crowd cheers when Reid knocks him back with a boot to the face. Reid then runs from out of the corner, hops up onto Page’s shoulders and goes to flip back for a hurricanrana. But Page blocks the move, leaving Reid hanging upside down.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh. This isn’t going...

Stephy Auger:

Page then lifts Reid back up, runs across the ring and throws her with force into the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb. The boos continue as Page drops down, turns her over and makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Reid gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: How was she not broken in half after that turnbuckle powerbomb?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know. But myself and these fans here in Rio Rancho are glad she wasn’t!

Page picks up Reid and whips her into the ropes. When Reid returns, Page flattens her with a running big boot. He then bounces into the ropes. When Page returns, he connects with a leg drop. He then turns over and makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Reid gets her shoulder up.

Page picks up Reid and whips her into the ropes. When Reid, Page hoists her into the air for a big back body drop. After hanging in the air for a good two to three seconds, Reid crashes down back-first across the canvas. While she arches her back in pain, Page bounces into the ropes. When he returns, he goes for a jumping elbow drop. But Reid rolls out of the way. After Page back to his feet, he marches over and throws out another elbow drop. But again, Reid rolls out of the way. As Page picks himself back up, Reid reaches over and wrenches Page’s arm. As soon as Reid completes another arm wrench, the crowd boos when Page socks her with a straight right to the jaw, knocking her down. The boos continue as Page reaches down, pulls up Reid, scoops her up from the side and delivers a pendulum backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Reid gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Page only gets a count of two. But he’s continued to effectively slow down Molly Reid.

Stephy Auger: Exactly. Over the last few minutes, Page has worked over her back over and over. She can’t fly and bounce all over the place with a hurt back, now can she? Of course not!

As Page slowly picks up Reid, Reid nails him with a series of right hands to the midsection. She then follows up with three elbows to the midsection. But Page is quick to follow up with a clubbing strike across the back, knocking Reid down. Once Reid gets up on all fours, Page heads over and connects with a knee drop across the back of the head, flattening her on the canvas. The King of the F’N World yanks her over and makes the cover.

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T-NO!

Reid gets her shoulder up.

Page picks up Reid, irish whips her across the ring, follows her into the corner and connects with a running corner elbow smash to the face. He then takes Reid, delivers another irish whip, follows her into the opposite corner and goes for another running corner elbow smash. This time, Reid moves out of the way, causing Page to crash into the turnbuckles. As Page stumbles back, the crowd cheers as Reid runs towards the ropes and connects with a handspring pelé kick, knocking him down. She makes the cover.

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Page kicks out.

Reid picks up Page, wrenches his arm and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Reid returns, she sends Page down with a running rolling hurricanrana. When Page gets back up and turns around, Reid throws out a kick to the midsection. After Page catches her foot, Reid is quick to follow up with an enzuigiri, knocking Page down to one knee. She then returns to her feet and heads into the ropes. When Reid returns, the crowd cheers when she spikes Page with a headscissors facebuster. Reid then returns to her feet before running into the ropes. When Reid returns, she connects with a rolling thunder.

Kris Cruise: Reid with another rolling thunder! This time, it connects!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but it looks like it hurt her just as much as it did Page!

Reid holds the small of her back before turning over and making the cover.

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Page gets his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Page and goes for an irish whip. The crowd boos when Page reverses, sending Reid into the corner. After Reid crashes into the turnbuckles, Page charges into the corner to attack. But Reid is able to count with a back elbow to the face. While Page stumbles back, Reid steps out onto the apron before planting him with a springboard DDT. The crowd cheers as she turns over and makes the cover.

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T-NO!

The crowd boos when Page gets his shoulder up.

Reid picks up Page, moves him into the corner and nails him with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kicks echoes throughout the arena. She then brings Page from out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. When Page returns, the crowd cheers when Reid knocks him down with a spinning heel kick.

Kris Cruise: Page just got cracked right across the jaw with that heel kick from Molly Reid! I’m sure one rocked him!

While Page shakes out the cobwebs and tries to pick himself up, Reid heads into the corner and scales to the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid’s looking to go to the top once again. In her mind, hopefully for the last time in this match as she’s looking to put this one away right here...

When Page turns around, Reid flips off and goes for a corkscrew moonsault. But Page catches her across his shoulder.

Stephy Auger: Not so fast., Cruise! Page just caught Molly Reid in mid air.

Page turns and goes for a running powerslam. But Reid slips down from behind and pushes him into the ropes. When Page returns, the crowd boos when he turns Reid inside out with Sole Destruction (discus big boot).

Kris Cruise: Good God, what a boot! He nearly took Reid’s head off after that discus big boot to the face!

Stephy Auger: She’s out, Cruise. She’s gotta be.

Page yanks her over and makes the cover.

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THRE-NO!

The crowd gasps, then cheers when Reid gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: No! NO! Molly Reid is NOT out of it! There’s still fight left in the former Pride Champion!

Page picks up Reid and shoves her into the ropes. After Reid ricochets off the ropes, the crowd boos when Page quickly knocks her down with a lariat. He then reaches down, picks up Reid, turns and brings her down with The Paralyzing (neckbreaker across the knee). While Reid writhes in pain, Page heads into the corner and crouches down.

Kris Cruise: You know what’s coming next...

Stephy Auger: You better I do! Molly Reid is headed to the Trauma Symphony!

As Reid stirs on the canvas, Page grows more and more restless. He’s nearly jumping out of his boots at the chance to knee Reid in the face. When a groggy Reid turns over and gets up on one knee, Page darts from out of the corner and throws out the Trauma Symphony (boma ye). But Reid rolls out of the way. When Page turns around, Reid gets to her feet and nails him with a quick flurry of punches, kicks, knee and elbows. She then takes Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Reid returns, the crowd explodes with cheers when she leaps up and brings him down with a double knee facebreaker.

Kris Cruise: That’s Using Your Face! Molly Reid just took down Jimmy Page with those knees to the face!

While Page is sprawled out on the mat, Reid slowly rolls out onto the apron. After pulling herself up using the ropes, Reid can be seen waving up Page.

Stephy Auger: What is she going for here?

Once Page returns to his feet and turns around, Reid goes for a springboard flying forearm. But Page ducks, grabs her on the way down and follows up with an exploder suplex. The crowd boos while Reid lays sprawled out on the apron.

As Reid slowly gets up, Page charges from behind and knocks her down with a lariat to the back of the neck. He then reaches down, slowly pulls up Reid from behind, wraps his arm around her and throws out a ripcord rolling elbow. But Reid ducks! When Page turns around, he turns into a rolling back elbow to the face.

Kris Cruise: Page looks like he’s on dream street after that spinning elbow to the face!

Stephy Auger:

While Page is dazed, Reid turns and runs into the ropes. When Reid returns, the crowd boos when Page throws her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Page pulls up Reid, grabs her from behind and delivers a half nelson suplex. Page then slowly pulls up Reid, turns, pulls her head over his shoulder and then drives her face-first into the mat with Nirvana (hangman’s facebuster). The boos continue as he makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd erupts with boos when “Murdered Out” blares throughout the arena.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JIMMY PAGE!

The boos continue as Page gets his arm raised in victory. But the boos quickly turn to cheers once “The Tenacious Little Bastard” Dom Harter makes his way through the curtain. Upon seeing Harter, Page immediately rolls to the outside and makes his way up the aisle. But Page is cut off by several officials and referees, who make their way around Harter and position themselves between the two rivals. Page’s eyes are wide with anger as he motions and barks for Harter to come to him. But Harter doesn’t bite. Instead, he shakes his head with disappointment at Page. This, of course, does nothing but rile up Page even more as expletives fly from The King of the F’n World. But The Tenacious Little Bastard doesn’t stoop to Page’s level. Instead, he keeps a level head, continuing to mouth to Page that he can help him turn over a new leaf, too...

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The crowd is still buzzing as Vertigo returns from break after a solid back and forth contest between Jimmy Page and Molly Reid. Standing in the ring is none other than veteran reporter, Spencer Burke.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had another solid night of action from top to bottom here in lovely Rio Rancho, New Mexico!

The cheap pop works as the crowd inside the Santa Ana Star Center goes wild.

Spencer Burke: It’s always a pleasure when we come to your neck of the words here in the beautiful Southwest. But we are not done yet! There is still more to come here this evening.

Another round of cheers from the live crowd can be heard. It’s not often that FGA heads to this region of the U.S., so more FGA is always a good thing. But there is some muttering going on amongst the fans. After a main event between Page and Reid, what else could be in store for them?

Spencer Burke: Joining me at this time is a man that came within a hair of punching his ticket to All-Star Showdown 6. He is regarded as one of the best professional wrestlers in the world today. He is your 2017 Gold Rush Rumble Runner-Up. Ladies and gentlemen, Chandler Scott.

An explosion of cheers are heard, as well as some audible screams, at the mention of the DNA of FGA. The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, which makes the crowd cheer even louder as they haven’t heard the following theme in more than a year. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, giddy with excitement. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to cheer, holler and clamour for the man that’s about to make his way out onto the stage. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd. Chandler scans the crowd while he nods his head with a smirk. On cue, the crowd joins in as Chandler thrusts his arms into the air. The self-proclaimed DNA of FGA keeps his index fingers held in the air as he swaggers on down the aisle. Once he reaches ringside, he slaps the hands of a few lucky fans before making his way up the ropes. After wiping his feet off on the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the middle ropes and puts his hand above his eyes as he once again scans the crowd. He smirks as he slowly slaps his chest three times before pointing to a lucky fan in the crowd. Chandler steps down and makes his way over to Spencer Burke. As his music dies down, “Perfect Strangers” gets overtaken by loud “CHANDLER! CHANDLER! CHANDLER!” chant that encompass the Rio Rancho Star Center. Chandler has to take a few steps back as he’s taken aback by the cheers. He acknowledges the hot crowd with a nod before making his way back over to Spencer Burke.

Spencer Burke: Chandler Scott, you have been conspicuous by your absence over the last several weeks. In fact, you have not been seen here on an FGA event since Only the Strong Survive. On that night, nearly a month to today, you eliminated eight participants, setting a record for most eliminations in a single Rumble.

Cheers and applause emanate from the crowd at the mention of the record.

Spencer Burke: With that being said, unfortunately for you, you came up short against the eventual winner, Johnny Karma. The two of you were the last two men remaining in that match and I believe I speak for everyone when I saw that the two of you left it all out there in the ring. We’ve never seen a Final Two in a Rumble quite like the one that we saw that night. Give us your thoughts…

Another round of cheers are heard as Chandler is about to speak.

Chandler Scott: First off, Spencer, it feels damn good to be back here in Rio Rancho, New Mexico!

Another cheap pop. This time from Chandler. And it works as the crowd goes wild.

Chandler Scott: Second, let’s talk about that night. Let’s talk about the Gold Rush Rumble. You mention to me that I eliminated this many people. You tell me that I eliminated that many people. You tell me that I’ve set a record. And that’s great. I guess for most people, they would be over the moon upon hearing their name being put in the history books. But not me. Why? It’s very simple. I could have gone out there that night and eliminated 28 men. The only thing that matters is that I failed to eliminate the one that counted the most: Johnny Karma.

A “Johnny Karma” clap chant breaks out.

Chandler Scott: He was the one that I needed to eliminate more than anyone else. But I didn’t. Coming of the heels of what some are considering a shocking upset over me on Vertigo, Karma did it again, sending me over the top rope and earning himself an Undisputed Championship match at All-Star Showdown.

Another round of cheers for Karma.

Chandler Scott: Karma and I have an interesting history. Time and time again, I pulled the rug out from under him. Time and time again, I denied him victory. If you were to ask any of these fans here in Rio Rancho or anywhere around the world if Karma would not only beat me in the center of the ring, but would also eliminate me last to win a Rumble? Even the staunchest Karma supporter would have doubted you. But that’s exactly what Karma did. I’ve always regarded him as one of the best technicians this company has ever seen. But over the last few months, to his credit, he has upped his game and he did it once again at Only the Strong Survive.

Another round of cheers for Karma.

Chandler Scott: I take nothing away from Karma. He earned his opportunity and for his sake, as well as for the sake of the company, I hope he makes the most of it. But coming short against him? Knowing that victory was right there for me, only to have it snatched away? It doesn’t make me hate him. It doesn’t make me wish ill on him. But it drives me, Spencer. It drives me to excel. It drives me to defeat him that much more. And should our paths ever cross again, I’ll do exactly that.

The crowd cheers at the thought of a future Karma/Chandler match.

Chandler Scott: Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get down to business. At this point, I can take it from here…

Chandler holds his palm out and asks for the mic. Spencer then hands over the mic before heading to the outside. Chandler begins pacing the ring.

Chandler Scott: Now then, it seems to be all the craze these days for someone to come out and post their wish list. Everyone wants to throw up a pic or a doc or whatever of all the wrestlers they want to face. You look at some of these lists and the’yre 15 names long. Some of them are 30 names long. They’ve got names from here, names from there, names from all over the world. But if you were to ask Chandler Scott what his wish list is…

Chandler stops in the middle of the ring.

Chandler Scott: … there’s only one. See, I think it’s about time that we answer an age old question. I think it’s about time we found out…

Chandler reaches into his back pocket with one hand, unfolds a white sheet of paper and holds it up for all to see. The main camera zooms in on the paper. There is in fact only one name on the sheet. And that name is none other…

























































… than Felicity Banks.


A collective gasp, followed by an eruption of cheers can be heard throughout the crowd. Several shots of fans in the crowd are shown. Some fans place their hands on their heads in disbelief. Some fans are seen turning to each other and fight fiving. Some fans can’t contain their excitement and jump up and down or shake their friend nearby. Others drop their jaws...

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

The camera cuts back to Chandler, who has a big smirk on his face. He then makes his way over to the ropes before resting his arms across the top rope.

Chandler Scott: I think it’s about time we find out who really reigns supreme, wouldn’t you agree?

Chandler raises eyebrow. He then smiles as he takes in the crowd’s excitement for the match.

Chandler Scott: What do you say, Felicity? You and me? First time ever. A Dream Match for the ages. You and I…

Chandler slowly turns to his left and smirks. A camera cut reveals Chandler staring up at the All-Star Showdown VI sign. The crowd in Rio Rancho go nuts. Suddenly, at the drop of a dime, “Nobody Likes Me” by Deuce feat. Ronnie Radke hits the speakers. The song gets an initial surprise pop from the crowd. But the cheers quickly get washed away by a louder negative reaction. The crowd boos, jeers and heckles loudly as the theme song of none other than ZERO MCHANNON pollutes the Rio Rancho Star Center.

“Nobody likes me,
No one likes me,
But I don't like them,
Uh uh, I don't, nu uh"

Chandler smirks and rolls his eyes as he hears this theme pound through the speakers. Both he and the crowd have their eyes locked on the entrance way.

“All this hate you gave me that turned me deranged
Now I'm burning in the flames
All the things you said, they've been stuck in my head
And now I'm at it again, an addict
Welcome to hell, bitch
You can't do nothing about it

Out of my way f*ggot, you heard what I said damn it
I am an automatic ready to fire back at
All the f*ckers laughing
Not gonna lie about it, I'm gonna wreck havoc
Everyone's dying
Don't matter"

Chandler continues to stare blankly at the entrance way. Suddenly, the music cuts out, leaving the crowd to mutter amongst themselves. While they turn to each other and speculate, Chandler continue to stare at the entrance way. That is, until he hears the shocked gasps of the Rio Rancho crowd. Chandler slowly turns around and looks down. The reveal of two scorpions on the canvas sends the Rio Rancho crowd into a frenzy.

























Felicity Banks: SUPREEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAAH!


Suddenly “Malevolence” by New Years Day fills the arena speakers, the crowd in a frenzy!

Kris Cruise: Is she here?!

Stephy Auger: Certainly seems that way!

Not even a few seconds later, Felicity comes out onto the stage wearing a plain white sweatshirt that reads: “I reign Supreme.”

Chandler watches as Felicity marches down the aisle, a slick grin on her face as she ignores the crowds ovation and stares directly at the former two-time World Champion. The Supreme stops to exchange some words with a fan wearing a “Chandler Reigns Supreme” shirt and rolls underneath the bottom rope. She pops up to her feet and her music dies down, but the audience? They can’t help themselves.

Crowd: LETS GO FEL!!!

Crowd: CHANDLER SCOTT!!!

Crowd: LETS GO FEL!!!

Crowd: CHANDLER SCOTT!!!

Crowd: LETS GO FEL!!!

Crowd: CHANDLER SCOTT!!!

CROWD: LETS GO FEL!!!

CROWD: CHANDLER SCOTT!!!

This goes on for at least five minutes, Felicity telling Chandler “I guess you have your answer” before she drops the microphone and exits the ring. As Felicity makes her way up the aisle, Chandler nods, knowing that his challenge has been accept.

Kris Cruise: I cannot believe what we have just seen here tonight, Stephy! Chandler Scott laid down the challenge! Felicity Banks accepted! We're getting Chandler vs. Felicity at All-Star Showdown Six! My Goodness, what an announcement! I... I don't even know what to say

Stephy Auger: I've got no words, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, that's al we've got for you tonight. For Stephy Auger, this is Kris Cruise signing off. We'll see you in two weeks here on Vertigo. The road to All-Star Showdown Six has just taken a very interesting turn!