Vertigo (05.27.17)

[FGA Office]

It was just another day in the land of Frontier Grappling Arts. Wrestlers were limping around the backstage area looking like messes. Stagehands were running feverishly from spot to spot to make sure everything was running smoothly; but there was something (or someone) who made this episode of Vertigo feel...different.

As the camera panned out, Jessie Pederson was seen standing in front of a locker room with the name “Felicity Banks” labeled on it. The live crowd inside the actual arena let out a thunderous ovation (some cheers, a lot of boos) as a smile came across Pederson’s face.

Jessie Pederson: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re just a few minutes away from the in-ring debut of one of the biggest names in our sport today, Fel---

Felicity Banks: They know my name.

The SUPREEEMAAAAAH’s voice was heard even before she opened her locker room door, startling the FGA interviewer to back up a step. The HKW World Champion opened her locker room door, the crowds reaction growing even louder once they spotted Felicity in her ring gear. The most important piece? Felicity sporting one of Chandler’s “Chandler Reigns Supreme” t-shirts with Chandler’s name crossed off and Felicity’s written over it.

Felicity Banks: I don’t get why you interviewers always do this. Why mention my name or any wrestlers name when people clearly know who we are. Like they paid to see us, not you interviewer people.

Jessie went to answer, but Felicity brought the microphone back down to her (shorter) level.

Felicity Banks: No. You don’t talk, kay? Not when I’m asking the questions at least. You heard that sound the audience made when my nametag got shown? Hell, when I stepped out of that door?

Another rhetorical question from the Supreme as she faced the camera and winked.

Felicity Banks: There’s only a few people in this business that can make crowds get as loud as that, and one of those names is Felicity freaking Banks.

It wouldn’t be a Felicity Banks interview without the SUPREMAAAAAH herself showing off her ego, but with that out of the way…

Felicity Banks: Now you may ask me questions, Jessie. Make it quick, though. My match against the FGA legend Bean Bands is coming up and I need to go and get myself prepared. This is pretty much the biggest match in Vertigo history.

Obviously sarcastic, Felicity pulled her “Gambino” armband around her bicep and stared Jessie dead in her eyes.

Jessie Pederson: Well---

Intimidated, Jessie removed eye contact and brought her focus to the floor.

Jessie Pederson: I guess the first question would be...why now?

A bit confused, Felicity squinted her eyes and placed her index finger underneath Jessie’s chin. She pushed it up to bring back eye contact, nonchalantly shrugging afterward.

Felicity Banks: Why now...what?

Jessie Pederson: Why have you chosen to come to FGA now when the door has been open for you for quite some time. You’ve even teased coming to FGA before, but you waited. Some thought this day would never happen, but you’re here! How do you--

Felicity reached her arm out to grab the microphone and brought it down to her chin.

Felicity Banks: Okay, I understand you don’t get many interviews, but take it from someone who used to do this. Less is more when you’re asking questions. You explained your question enough, and you didn’t need to keep going. I like the sound of my own voice too, but you don’t see me blabbing just to blab.

Pausing, Felicity crossed her arms and stared up at the ceiling.

Felicity Banks: I guess---

She blinked, lowering her gaze back down toward Jessie.

Felicity Banks: --- I guess I was waiting for the time to be exactly right. I’m a firm believer that nothing in this life happens at random, so I waited… and I waited… and I waited until something; anything caught my attention enough to show up here in FGA--

Cheap pop (sort of).

Felicity Banks: ---and prove why I am everything every other wrestler claims to be.

Short pause, a smirk appearing on Felicity’s face.

Felicity Banks: And then I heard a rumor from a little birdie that said Chandler Scott was going to issue an open challenge on Vertigo to anyone in this business. The person who I consider the face of FGA appeared to be opponent-less for one of the biggest nights in FGA history, and I just couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let some scrub walk out and gain their fifteen minutes of fame from one of the supposed Godfathers of Wrestling. So what did I do?

The Supreme shrugged.

Felicity Banks: I came to the show, got backstage thanks to a few friends, and I started waiting… and waiting...and waiting again.

Brief pause.

Felicity Banks: Were these rumors true? Was the man who carried FGA on his back for years really issuing an open challenge to anyone in the world?

She smirked.

Felicity Banks: And I didn’t have to wait much longer for my answer. I’m gonna say a lot about Chandler from now until All Star Showdown, but right now? As a person who’s going to be related to the guy? I can tell you that there’s no one in this business I respect more than Chandler Scott. Very few in this business deserve all the praise they get, but Chandler Scott’s one of them.

The smirk faded away instantly; no emotion on Felicity’s face whatsoever.

Felicity Banks: But there’s only one goddamn SUPREEEEEEEEMMMMAAAAAAAHHHHHH in this business, and HER name is Felicity F****** Banks. Interview over.

Felicity shoved Jessie back gently and made her way back inside her locker room as Vertigo went to another part of the arena.

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Dickie Harter

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.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan. Weighing in at 237 pounds … JIMMY PAGE!

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. 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: Last time we saw Jimmy Page he was victorious in his effort against Molly Reid. Tonight he possibly has a change of pace in this match against Dickie Harter.

Stephy Auger: Who I understand is no relation to Dom Harter. But the young man is from SCCW and getting his first taste on FGA tonight, and they’ve given him a real challenge.

Kris Cruise: Especially when you consider how foul a mood Jimmy Page has to be in after what Dom said earlier. What’s been said to and about him over these recent weeks.

Stephy Auger: And if I know Jimmy Page then he’s about to leave Dickie Harter as a stain on the canvas.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, already in the ring, hailing from Wilmington, Delaware. Weighing in at 195 pounds … DICKIE HARTER!

The fans give him a welcoming round of applause as Dickie slides out of the ring to hand his sunglasses to one of the younger fans. She seems made up about the whole thing, but Dickie has to get back into the ring, just as Jimmy Page pulls himself back to his feet on the opposite side of the ring.

Kris Cruise: Here we go.

The bell sounds to start the match as both competitors circle the ring for a few moments. They eventually come together with a collar and elbow tie-up. Page easily overpowers his smaller opponent, pushing Dickie back into the corner. Dickie’s chest is left exposed as Page unloads with a series of chops to the chest. Harter looks to be in great pain early on, and it only gets worse for him as he delivers a hip toss that sends Dickie half way across the ring.

Stephy Auger: And from the get go Jimmy Page has the upper hand here.

Kris Cruise: I felt those chops from here, Stephy. But I have a feeling this one may be over sooner rather than later.

Harter arches his back in pain, but gets back to his feet with Page’s help. A few forearm shots have the rookie staggering back against the ropes, before Jimmy goes for an Irish whip. He sends his opponent running across the ring and lowers his head ready for the back body drop – NO! Dickie counters with a boot to the face that has Jimmy Page flailing his arms to stay upright! Dickie runs against the ropes again, coming back with a head of steam behind him – only to get caught with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! And Page covers with a hook of the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Dickie gets his shoulder up, but there’s no complaints from Jimmy Page here. Instead he just lifts Dickie back to a vertical base and delivers a double underhook suplex. Harter isn’t grounded for long, however, as Page brings him back up again, and promptly delivers a pendulum backbreaker. Dickie howls in pain, but Jimmy Page lifts him back to his feet once more, this time following up with a saito suplex. Harter looks dazed as he sits up, only to collapse back down to the mat. And Page crawls across to cover his opponent again.

ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: This is just a systematic decimation here by Jimmy Page.

Kris Cruise: Dickie Harter’s only had a brief amount of offense here; if he wants to stay in this match then something is going to have to change, and fast!

“Lets go, Jimmy!”

“LETS GO JIMMY!”

*CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

“LETS GO JIMMY!”

*CLAP CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!*

Kris Cruise: What in blue blazes?

The noise is coming from the aisle way, where Dom Harter can be seen making his way down to the ring with a megaphone in hand. The crowd helping him out with the chant as he’s trying to encourage Jimmy Page to have a great match – much to the disdain of Jimmy Page himself! He’s leaning on the ropes yelling up at Dom, who can’t hear him over the sound of the megaphone, as Jimmy tries to tell him to get the hell out of here.

Stephy Auger: What’s he doing out here, Cruise?

Kris Cruise: Dom has said repeatedly he wants to help Jimmy Page turn over his new leaf. He even said earlier tonight he was going to make sure Jimmy didn’t hurt his opponent and prematurely end his career. Maybe he’s just following up on his promise.

Stephy Auger: And maybe he’s just being an ass.

Page continues yelling outside of the ring as, behind him, Dickie is coming to; he spots the opportunity that’s presenting itself and rolls Page up with a schoolboy!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

Jimmy Page kicks out in the nick of time, and both men scramble to get back to their feet. Page lunges forward with an elbow strike aimed at the jaw, but Dickie ducks and counters with a Pele kick! From ringside Dom can heard chanting into his megaphone as Jimmy is reeling; he stumbles back towards the ropes as Dickie runs in with a headscissors takedown, sending Jimmy Page out through the middle ropes and all the way to the outside.

Dom lowers the megaphone and tells Jimmy to “get up”, much to chagrin of Page himself. But he doesn’t have chance to act on it as Dickie comes flying over the top rope with a handspring moonsault! He takes Page down and the crowd cheer for the rookie, even as he dabs for them! Dickie leaps up onto the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind him – without much luck – as Page stands back up. And just in time to eat a meteora off the apron!

Kris Cruise: And the tide has turned here! Jimmy Page suddenly finding himself on the back foot here against Dickie Harter.

Stephy Auger: And you know whose fault that is, Cruise? Dom Harter has done nothing but disturb Jimmy Page since he came out here.

Dickie rolls his opponent back into the ring, giving Dom a quick disapproving stare as he follows Jimmy in. But Page is quickly back on his feet and stumbling across the ring as Dickie runs past him, using the corner to deliver a tornado small package!

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!

“Well done, Jimmy!” comes the cry from ringside, and by now even Dickie is getting sick of Dom being at ringside. The two Harters start getting into it, with Dickie shouting over the ropes for Dom to leave, but The Tenacious Little Bastard doesn’t give up that easily. With steadfast refusal, Dom continues walking around the ring, restarting his “Lets go, Jimmy!” chant again, as the crowd continue to encourage him.

Page is just about on his feet again as Dickie heads back over and stomps a couple of times before going for a standing moonsault – NO! Jimmy gets his knees up, and Dickie lands ribs first across them. He rolls away in pain, standing back up at the same time as Jimmy Page does so; it’s Jimmy who strikes first though, hitting an inverted atomic drop in the center of the ring. He goes back against the ropes, coming back with a running big boot that knocks Dickie down with a thud.

Stephy Auger: That’s enough of that. Time for Jimmy Page to end this rookie’s dreams of a victorious FGA debut.

Kris Cruise: I’m not sure Dickie Harter even knows where he is after that big boot.

At ringside, Dom seems encouraged by what he’s seeing though. Even as Jimmy lifts his opponent back to a vertical base. With a boot to the gut he has Dickie doubled over, and a turnbuckle powerbomb follows! Harter hits the corner spine first before collapsing to the mat, arching his back in pain. But Page’s stare is locked on Dom at ringside, who’s slapping the apron as he tells Page to “finish this!” With his chest heaving, Jimmy Page drags his opponent back to his feet once again, this time delivering a cradle piledriver in the center of the ring.

But he’s not done. Jimmy keeps his glare locked on Dom at ringside as he lifts Dickie back up again. Nirvana is delivered, driving Dickie Harter face first into the mat, and Dom cheers! Jimmy rolls his opponent over onto his back and covers with a lateral press.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, JIMMY PAGE!

Stephy Auger: There we have it, folks, Jimmy Page victorious again.

Kris Cruise: Dickie Harter gave it everything he had, but it wasn’t enough to beat the former World champion.

Page gets up to one knee in the center of the ring as, at ringside, Dom shouts “Well done, Jimmy!” into the megaphone. But Harter starts backtracking up the aisle, seemingly content with a job well done as Jimmy Page calls for a microphone.

Jimmy Page: STOP…IT…

The music dies down as even Dom Harter stops in his tracks. Page stands back up to his feet, moving closer to the ropes as he raises the microphone once more.

Jimmy Page: Stop it, Harter.

Dom Harter: Stop what?

Jimmy Page: Just … drop the act. STOP playing dumb. STOP leading these people on, Harter … just stop everything, before I make you stop.

There’s a loud “ooh” from the fans as the two men, Dom Harter and Jimmy Page, lock eyes from opposite ends of the aisle. Jimmy has that same stern expression on his face that he’s been wearing for the last few minutes, whilst Dom remains impassive; he stares at his former foe through narrowed eyes, not moving a muscle as the silence continues.

Kris Cruise: Before he makes him. What does that mean?

Stephy Auger: Oh my God! Are we going to see Harter/Page III?!

Jimmy Page: All Star Showdown … you and me, Harter. We end this!

Page throws his microphone down as “Murdered Out” by Kim Gordon starts up again; the fans here in Tucson are all abuzz with the notion of a rematch between these two former World champions, and both men are staring at one another from opposite ends of the aisle. A crooked grin spreads across Harter’s face as he walks backwards, shooting Jimmy the ‘a-ok’ gesture, before he disappears out of sight behind the curtain. And Page finally exits the ring to head backstage.

Kris Cruise: I think we’ve just seen another match being made for All Star Showdown VI, Stephy! These two have a storied history together, having last met in an FGA World Title match back at Above & Beyond III way back in 2014.

Stephy Auger: A match which Jimmy Page famously won to defend his title in what might’ve one of the best matches of the year. And we’re going to get to see their rematch next month? I can’t wait!

Kris Cruise: Neither can I! Another blockbuster match on the cards for All Star Showdown VI, you fans won’t want to miss that next month!

[FGA Office]

In spite of the obvious fact he does not have a match this evening, that is still no reason for Johnny Karma to not be backstage at the Tucson Convention Center, and this is where we find him as he and Cherry Baum are taking a stroll as they reflect on recent events

Johnny Karma: Listen, about the last show...

Cherry Baum: Honestly, I was happy to do it...and I’m pretty sure everyone in the arena was happy to hear a sane voice, rather than the deluded BS that spews out of her mouth every chance she gets.

At first Karma looks like he’s going to respond...but then he gives Cherry a look of wholehearted agreement, the sort of look you give when nothing else needs to be said

Cherry Baum: So do you think Izzy and her sock puppet are hanging around here too?

Johnny Karma: Given there are microphones available so she can keep skritshing at everyone, she’s either going to be here or at that branch of Radio Shack we passed on the way here. Of course, she’d need Savannah to hold the mic for her, since she’s incapable of doing anything on her own.

Cherry Baum: But what about the things she said about…?

With a shake of Karma’s head, Cherry knows full well that Karma has most certainly not forgotten what Izzy said on Flashpoint, and he is most certainly not in a forgiving mood either

Johnny Karma: I will make her wish she kept her mouth shut. I can’t say when or where it will happen, but when it does…

While another word does not emanate from Karma’s mouth, the obvious fury bubbling beneath the surface says more than enough to underline just how PO’d Karma has become with the so-called champion’s antics

Johnny Karma: So having a few days where I can safely say I am not within fifty feet of her voice, let alone her odious presence, that not only does me the world of good so I can actually focus - but it also prevents me doing something stupid. It may feel like the perfect thing to do in that moment, but that does not stop it being stupid.

A few seconds of uneasy silence fill the air as neither seems to be sure on how to take the conversation forward - but luckily the silence is broken when one of the office gofers trots in Karma’s direction

Gofer: You’re needed in the office. They say it’s something important.

Cherry Baum: You mean both of us, or…?

Gofer: Just him. They say it won’t take long.

Karma looks from the gofer to Cherry, unsure about what this is about, and the two exchange mystified shrugs

Johnny Karma: If you say it won’t take long…

There’s a whole silence while Cherry sits there, with the camera trained on her. Her attention shifts slightly, catching something out of the corner of her eye. When she does, her head turns to see whatever it is off-screen fully. Judging by her expression, a sigh and an annoyed look on her face, the audience can take a guess. Soon enough, a person walks into the frame. Placing her arm on the wall, like they’re going to ask Cherry out on some date.

Izzy Anders: Hiya there, girlie. What’s a pretty, little thing like yourself standing all alone for?

She takes a strand of Cherry’s hair, who moves away once she fully realizes that Izzy’s doing that. Izzy snickers.

Izzy Anders: Ah, you got a boyfriend?

Another derisive chuckle.

Izzy Anders: Of course you don’t. He’s running away from that like his life depends on it. But I’m not here to discuss your personal life. No, Cherry, let’s have a chat.

Cherry squints at Izzy, who raises her hands up innocently.

Izzy Anders: It’s rare that we get to see you and Karma apart. And I got interested in what you were saying at Flashpoint. Since Karma came and interrupted, we didn’t get to complete that conversation. So, why don’t we? Let’s hear Cherry Baum’s side of the story for once. How does she feel? Does she hate me too?

At first Cherry flinches at Izzy’s words, which draws a chuckle from Izzy...but then Cherry looks directly in Izzy’s direction with a scornful look in her eyes

Cherry Baum: You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Sneaking around to catch people unaware...

Jerking out of the way of Izzy’s hand, Cherry continues

Cherry Baum: ...so what’s the plan this time, hmm? Pick on the easy target like the coward you are?

Izzy shakes her head, chuckling.

Izzy Anders: Don’t regurgitate Karma’s lines.

She instructs.

Izzy Anders: No, I’ve been known to come to people directly. I just know that Karma has a penance for losing his temper as of late. We don’t need that, do we?

Relaxing on the wall now, Izzy crosses her arms.

Izzy Anders: Last show, I ignored you, which I felt a little bad about. But standing here now, listening to you drone the same crap that Karma spews makes me wonder if you’re really worth talking to. I wonder how does it feel to be an accessory. I couldn’t put myself in your shoes, but I see that Karma has warped your little mind altogether with that. But I’m allowing you to have one final chance to say your piece now, when the cameras are rolling, and Karma’s not lauding over you to go over your lines.

She untucks one hand to press it over her heart.

Izzy Anders: I won’t get mad. I promise.

As Izzy fixes Cherry with a glare that combines bemusement and malice, Cherry isn’t quite sure what to say and she agonises about how to process the numerous emotions thrashing around inside her mind at this very moment - and yet Izzy seems to know exactly what she’s going through, as she chuckles to herself as Cherry squirms

...that is until Cherry suddenly discovers the perfect response, and slaps Izzy across the face as hard as she can muster

At first Izzy is in shock, covering her face as if she is genuinely surprised that Cherry would lash out at her like that...until she composes herself once more and slowly, oh so slowly, turns her attention back to Cherry

She stands there, raising her hand to her cheek. What seems to be a smile latent with hostility grows onto Izzy’s face, to the point you can almost hear the sound of her teeth gritting together. While she strokes the impact, she tries to compose herself.

Izzy Anders: You make it really hard to keep promises, you know.

She disjointly hisses at Cherry.

Izzy Anders: Did that make you feel good? Did it make you feel any...better about the situation that you’re stuck in? Do you want to do it again?

Despite any words she says, the damage is done. Izzy’s eyes widen with complete anger, but she keeps her hostility from forming into any physical act. Instead, she takes a step back, finally lowering her hand from her face.

Izzy Anders: Get it in...while you still can.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Cherry rears back to take a second shot, and this time she’s clenched a fist - but before she take take a swing somebody grabs hold of her wrist, and Cherry turns to see Karma stood there, shaking his head to tell Cherry she needs to simmer down, and as Cherry simmers down Karma lets go of her wrist and turns his attention in Izzy’s direction

Johnny Karma: Let me guess, you’re the one who told that office boy to get me out of the way for a couple of minutes.

Izzy Anders: Of course not.

Johnny Karma: “Of course not.”

Taking a step forward to close the distance between himself and Izzy, as well as get Cherry out of harm’s way, Karma looks PO’d

Johnny Karma: Of course not. I guess that means it was Savannah then, because if it smells like that, it’s always going to be one of you.

She raises her hand to mock him.

Izzy Anders: “I guess that means it was Savannah then blah blah blah”-- gosh, you’re so hung on something that you can’t possibly believe that I just happened to be walking down the hallway and just saw Cherry. You’d think if I planned this whole encounter that you wouldn’t be heinously attacked and left in a pool of your blood...or something dramatic like that.

Izzy trails off, snickering slightly.

Izzy Anders: No, no, I just wanted to come talk to Cherry, because you interrupted our conversation. So, simmer down, Johnny boy. And you too, Cherry.

She looks past him to point accusingly at her.

Izzy Anders: She smacked me for no good reason. I could get her suspended for that, but I’m merciful. In fact, I’m so much so that I’ll just walk right out of here and forget that I saw you both.

She starts to walk past Karma and Cherry. She stops and gives Cherry a look, narrowing her eyes at her.

Izzy Anders: I’m proud of you. That slap had some fire behind it.

While Izzy continues walking down the corridor, Cherry is glaring at her with even more intensity than Karma usually shows, and she doesn’t stop glaring in Izzy’s direction when she begins talking to Karma

Cherry Baum: I want you to promise me one thing...

Johnny Karma: Of course.

Cherry Baum: I want you to promise me that when it comes down to it, that you're going to end that bitch.

When he hears the request, Karma briefly stutters due to not seeing Cherry this angered before

Cherry Baum: Promise me!

Briefly looking up to see whether or not Izzy is listening to them, watching with a shark-like grin as she does so, Karma turns his attention to Izzy

Johnny Karma: Believe me when I say this, but when the time comes, she’ll wish she never won that title.

Taking another look over his shoulder, Karma leads Cherry away in the opposite direction to the one Izzy headed, and neither of them looks particularly thrilled to once again have Izzy stick a knife between the ribs of what should be a time where they’re preparing for the biggest match in Karma’s career

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

“Psycho” by Muse hits the PA System and the crowd begins to boo loudly. Without even a hint of hesitation, an angry looking Stunray walks out onto the stage. For once, he doesn’t stop to take in the enormity of the crowd or stand in the lights - he makes a beeline straight towards the ring. He walks past the outstretched hands of the fans and ignores the “Stunray backwards is Yarnuts” sign to his right. He slides into the ring and makes his way to the opposite side to retrieve a microphone. The music cuts abruptly as he turns to face the cameras and the audience. Another very loud chorus of boos hits as Stunray taps on the top of the microphone. It booms twice throughout the arena. He raises it to his lips.

Stunray: Shut the hell up!

This elicits another loud reaction from the audience, doing the exact opposite of what Stunray wanted. He sneers and waits for them to calm down.

Stunray: I want to explain myself. I want to tell you what’s going on here and why I am the victim of this nonsense!

The crowd boos again and Stunray rolls his eyes.

Stunray: I don’t think many of you know, because you’re stupid - but I used to be the happiest man in the world. I used to have everything. The glory, the gold..

Stunray pauses

Stunray: And the girl. I used to be on top of the world. I didn’t come out here and act like it was okay when I lost a match. It made me work harder, fight harder.

His eyes start to well up and the crowd boos him even more.

Stunray: But as life goes, slowly but surely, my career died out. I lost the glory that I had. I lost the gold - I wasn’t a champion anymore. But that was all okay, because I still had the girl. I still had Delta Madison.

Stunray stares directly into the cameras.

Stunray: I cared about her more than anything else in my life. It was hard when my career started to flicker. It was hard to give it all up. But do you know who was there for me? Do you know who made it okay? Delta MADISON.

The emphasis and volume he puts on the last word makes the crowd get louder as well. A “Daniel Widdel” chant begins on one side of the arena and before long, encompasses Stunray. He waits for them to finish and continues.

Stunray: And then one day I came home to find Delta gone. Her things were gone, her phone was off and all that was left was a note.

Stunray reaches into his pocket and retrieves a piece of paper, although you could hardly tell by the shape it was in. It had been folded and unfolded what looked like a thousand times. He holds it up to the camera without unfolding it.

Stunray: I could read the the words on this page to you, word for word, but I don’t need to. I know all of them. I have thought about these words every day for the last ten years. The words that Daniel Widdel & Amiee Vaughan Widdel forced Delta Madison to write. The last meaningful contact I have had with Delta Madison is right here on this piece of paper and they aren’t even her real words.

Stunray pauses.

Stunray: And I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to put her words out here for the public to hear but Daniel and Amiee have forced me to expose them. They have forced me to show the world how they hurt me and how they hurt her. This note says ‘Jack. I am so sorry it has to be this way but I cannot continue to live like this. Your temper and anger problems are overwhelming and have caused me a lot of sadness, pain and anguish. I tried to fix things time and time again and you could not see past your own ego to ever consider my wants, needs and desires. Please do not try to look for me because you will not find me and I do not wish for you to find me. I really hope you can move on and be at peace with your life. I really hope you can find yourself and work on your issues. I really hope you can be a better person.’

Stunray pauses and begins to choke up. Even after ten years, the words stung.

Stunray: ‘I still love you and will always love you. I’m sorry. Natalie’

Stunray reaches up to his eyes and rubs them dry. The typically raucous crowd has quieted. Even though Stunray was far from their favorite person, the note was sad enough to quiet them down.

Stunray: I never hurt Delta Madison. I never did any of those things she said in that letter. I was nothing but amazing to her. Daniel and Amiee were jealous of our relationship. Daniel and Amiee brainwashed her into believing that I was the bad guy. Daniel and Amiee took everything from me. And you want to know the sad thing?

Stunray pauses and lowers the microphone. He looks out into the sea of people before raising it back up.

Stunray: I got over it! It has been almost a decade and I have moved on with my life. I have traveled, I have had good times, bad times. I have MOVED ON. But for some reason, Daniel and Amiee just can’t let me live. For some odd reason, they have...

“Nothing Personal” by Night Riots starts to play as Daniel walks out on stage holding a microphone in hand with his wife Amiee not far behind him. Daniel raises the microphone to his lips as his music suddenly cuts off. Stunray stares towards them angrily

Daniel Widdel: nah, nah, nah… Hold on a minute.

Without skipping a beat the couple walk down the walkway and climb into the ring. Daniel raises the microphone back to his mouth, staring a hole through his nemesis.

Daniel Widdel: Were you the victim when Delta came to us with all those bruisers? Please tell me who the victim is here. The people here aren't playing into your delusions anymore. With the single thread of decency you're hanging on to, I would advise you to get out of this ring or I'll make you understand how it truly feels like to be a victim.

Amiee snatches the microphone off Daniel since she urgently wanted to get her two cents in.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: What's the matter Stunray? Are you that pissed off now since your little charade is up? I'm not even surprised because it was gonna happen sooner than later. I mean we can clearly see that you still believe we are the ones who took away your precious Delta. We aren't the bad guys here, we are the ones who took the arduous task to save her from the demon you had become.

Amiee pauses as she paces around Stunray. She stops behind Stunray, leaning towards his ear. Stunray seems uncomfortable with Amiee being that close to him.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: Stunray, it's been what? A decade now. And after all this time, you seriously believe Delta would come crawling back to you? Humor me!

Amiee had moved to face Stunray as she extends out her hands and mockingly laughs at him.

Amiee Vaughan Widdel: We aren't the ones holding Delta captive from you. She's a grown ass woman and if she really wanted you in her life, she would be here right now, but she's not. If you truly loved her, you would respect her wishes from that letter SHE wrote. Like, she doesn't want a washed up joke of a man like you. You've already lost this fight, just give up now because my husband will get the job done at All Star Showdown.

Without hesitation, Amiee slaps Stunray across the face, making him lose his stepping. The crowd “Ooh’s” audibly as Stunray stares down at the mat, the place his eyes landed after Amiee’s hard slap. Amiee takes a few steps back to stand with her husband again and drops the microphone. Both Daniel and Amiee seem prepared for Stunray to strike, but instead his hands fall to his sides and the microphone falls to the ground. His eyes stay on the ground and tears begin to fall out of both eyes.

Stunray begins to sob in the middle of the ring. Both Daniel and Amiee look at each other with uncertainty as Stunray covers his face but continues crying, evidenced by his shoulders shaking forward and backwards repeatedly. The crowd begins to boo him again as he stands in the ring, embarrassed and defeated. Amiee leans in to Daniel and whispers something into his ear and he nods and looks back towards Stunray. Stunray wipes away the tears, revealing welled up eyes and a light red tint to his entire face from both the slap and the crying. He looks to Amiee and Daniel with disappointment and shame. They both look back at him with bewilderment. He finally speaks back to them, albeit without a microphone.

Stunray: I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

Stunray steps up to a guarded Daniel and reaches his left hand out for a handshake, speaking to him as he does. The words he’s saying are not picked up by the microphones but he seems to be apologizing more. Daniel looks at Stunray’s outstretched hand and looks at Amiee again. Right as he averts his gaze, Stunray throws a hard right hand towards Daniels head. Unfortunately for Stunray, Daniel and Amiee were a step ahead of him.

Daniel blocks the right hands and fires off multiple of his own and the crowd cheers loudly. Stunray steps back with every punch until he’s in the corner. Amiee backs up to the opposite side of the ring as Daniel continues to lay right hands into the Numbah 1 Stunnah. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Stunray ends up slumped near the bottom turnbuckle before Daniel momentarily backs off.

Stunray finally covers his head and Daniel turns to check on Amiee. When he turns back around, a hard right hand covered in brass knuckles collides with his skull. Daniel hits the mat hard and Stunray mounts him and fires off three shots in succession, opening up a nasty cut on Daniel’s forehead. Amiee screams at him to stop while the crowd boos loudly. Stunray realizes that Daniel is no longer a threat and looks around at the hatred filling the arena before locking eyes on Amiee. He gets to his feet quickly as Amiee’s eyes widen in horror. She lifts her leg up to climb over the rope and out of the ring but Stunray is there before she has a chance. He screams at her.

Stunray: SLAP ME AGAIN. I DARE YOU. HIT ME!

Amiee is visibly terrified but stands straight up and looks Stunray in the face with scorn.

Stunray: Not so tough now without him?

Stunray grabs her chin with his right hand and pushes her head backwards towards the top turnbuckle. That’s when he feels a rumbling behind him. A bloody and wobbly Daniel has climbed to his feet and is staggering in the middle of the ring with his hands up, ready to go again. Stunray turns his head and sees him and without hesitation -

*POP*

The brass knuckles connect with his head again and send him to the ground, completely out. The crowd boos again as he looks down at Daniel and screams at him to stay down. He turns back to the corner and Amiee is gone.

Stunray panics.

His eyes search the arena and finally focus on her at the bottom of the ramp, running for her life. He drops the brass knuckles and gives chase, nearly diving out of the ring to the floor.

Amiee gets to the top of the ramp with Stunray hot on her heels. Right as she reaches the backstage area, she is pulled back by her hair. She lands hard on her butt and immediately reaches up to try to pull Stunray’s hand away. Stunray pulls and drags her up the rest of the stage to the back while she scratches at him to try to get away. Within three seconds she is out of the view of the fans.

The cameras follow him as she screams at him to let go. He continues walking, pulling her behind him. She puts her feet flat on the ground repeatedly to try to stop him but he is a man on a mission and continues down the hallway quickly. They round a corner and Amiee puts her feet between two sides of the hallway but this too is fruitless.

A few referees run up to him but back away after he screams loudly in their faces. They continue to plead with him to stop but he ignores it and continues down the hallway until he reaches the outside wall of the arena, covered from top to bottom in large glass panes. Stunray stops and lifts Amiee to her feet, bringing her face to face with him. She continues trying to pull his hand away but it’s to no avail, he is simply too strong. She tries to kick him but he pulls himself as close to her as possible and speaks right into her face.

Stunray: Ten years you little bitch. For ten years I’ve waited for this. Now you’ll feel what I went through. You’ll understand what you did to me.

Amiee stops struggling for just a moment, before gathering all of the spit in her mouth and forcing it straight into Stunray’s eyes. The spit drips down his nose and off him to the floor. Stunray’s mouth drops open in disbelief before immediately putting his other hand on her shoulder and throwing her with all of his might.

Amiee hits the glass pane of the arena and crashes through it with immeasurable force. The shards rain down from ten feet up as Amiee hits the hard ground on her stomach and chest. Glass falls all around her body as Stunray stands solemnly in the background. The referees behind Stunray instantly yell loudly and run to her aid.

Amiee’s back is a mess. Her shirt is torn, showing cuts and blood all over her back. A referee pulls out his cell phone and begins to call for an ambulance as Stunray stares at the destruction he has executed. After what seems like forever, he turns around to face the camera focused on the scene. He steps past it without showing so much of an iota of regret.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Earlier Today

A white escalade pulls up to the parking lot and the driver gets out, opening the door for its passenger-- the FGA MAL Champion AMIRA. The only telltale signs that it is her are the height and the blinged out "Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship" belt clutched tightly in her grasp. Otherwise, her body is concealed by the fact that she is wearing a full hazmat suit.

AMIRA: I'm really here--Tucson, the unbleached anus of America--never, even in my darkest hour did I dare consider that I may have to step foot in such a third world hellhole.

She states, her voice muffled by her outfit.

AMIRA: Just being surrounded by this den of inequity makes me ... You! errand boy, get my bags!

AMIRA commands an arena staffer, awkwardly gesturing him over.

AMIRA: ... feel a tiny bit less magnificent. Now I know how it feels to be one of those little children that the Christian's Children Fund beg the masses to sponsor. That is the true tragedy of the fate which befell Evan Envi; I gave him a command to save this hellish wasteland, Tucson, before I was even booked to compete here. But somebody had to murder him, because they do not believe in nice things.

She points to the back of the Escalade, trying to clap her hands to hurry the employee up.

AMIRA: I speak of course of the wretch known as The Groupie, a foul creature who would be all too happy to live in a world that is just as terrible as her, as far as the eye can see. It will be a pleasure to tear her apart, as punishment for her crimes against decency.

A beat.

AMIRA:Make no mistake though! I am not fighting on anyone else's behalf, that is simply an added benefit. I would not risk my life entering Tucson if there was not a direct incentive for me; that is my prerogative as the GREATISTE Champion out there. However, a Main Event spotlight to erase a part of the tainted history of the inferior belt which preceded my Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship was one I could simply not pass up.

She begins to walk, the worker following behind, wheeling her bags.

AMIRA: The fools in FGA Management decided to disobey my command to keep the six pretenders away from me and my Championship. What's worse, none of them aspire to be Magnificent, they simply wish to follow in the old path, one of mediocrity. So, I will show them what the Mid-Atlantic and its Legacy entail, how they pale in comparison to the standard which I uphold. Then, perhaps they will be able to grasp how over their heads they are, be able to grasp that they have been sentenced to a fate far worse than what they suffered last Verteego and be able to grasp that their best option is to simply walk away so they can bask in my resplendence from a safe distance-- otherwise? Just like poor, unfortunate Chief Envi, they will cease to exist in this mortal coil.

Fade.

[FGA Office]

Felicity Banks vs. Bean Bands

What's that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near,
You never hear the shot that takes you down.

Upon the stage, a plume of smoke starts to gather. The arena is baptized in darkness, with only the light illuminating the collection of smoke to give the fans any indication that someone was coming out. The light guitar strums of “All Mine” break the silence of the anticipating crowd, giving a sense of mysticism to the whole affair.

Stepping onto the stage, Felicity Banks stands resolute. Clutched in her hand, hanging by only its strap, the camera catches the HKW World Championship. Felicity doesn’t offer the same lively mannerisms as she has done before. Instead, her eyes narrow as the smoke tickles her skin. The strobing white light hesitantly lights her calm features. She raises her championship only a degree to give it a glance. She cracks her jaw before lowering it once more.

Out of time, so say goodbye,
What is yours, now is miiiiiiiine

When the guitar picks up and the vocals intensify, Felicity takes her first steps down the ramp. Her hazel eyes brightened by the sweeping light stay narrowed. She doesn’t respond to the pleasantries of the crowd, continuing her serious trek. She radiates intensity and graveness while she casually drags her championship’s strap against the ground. She stops momentarily, hearing the call of the announcer come through the PA.

Whisper Viperi:: Introducing first...from Jersey City, New Jersey....weighing tonight at 115 pounds...she is the SUPREMAAAAAAAAH and the HKW WORLD CHAMPION...FELICITTTTTTTTTY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS!

Felicity ascends the nearest turnbuckle, having reached the ring apron and properly climbed it. Standing there, she scans the audience finally. Capturing the stillness of the arena in the spectacle of her presence, she raises her championship high into the air.

The lights cascade faster, only to capitalize her status as the crowned best. She climbs methodically back down the turnbuckle, landing on the mat with her head resting on the turnbuckle. When she rears her head, she slumps in the corner as she usually does. When she takes a seat, she rests her championship on the ground in front of her before her eyes.

Kris Cruise: Felicity Banks looks ready to compete in her first-ever FGA match here tonight! Though I’ve gotta be honest here. No disrespect to Bean Bands. He and his family are well known in the Ohio collegiate scene. But I was thinking that someone of her stature would have drawn a bigger challenge.

Stephy Auger: What are you trying to say? Are you telling me that Felicity gave herself or asked for an easy opponent? Let’s be honest with ourselves here. You could put nearly anyone on this roster in the ring against Fel and she’d beat them. INCLUDING Chandler. This right here? This is nothing but an exhibition, okay? This is light work for The Supreme.

Kris Cruise: Will Chandler Scott be light work for Fel at All-Star Showdown Six?

Stephy Auger: Heh, what do you think?

Kris Cruise: It doesn’t matter what I think. I was asking you.

Stephy Auger: Honestly? Yeah, I don’t think Chandler Scott stands a chance!

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent… BEAN BANDS!

Before the bell is rung, Chandler Scott can be seen making his way down to the ringside area. While Scott is slapping hands with some of the fans, his presence captures the attention of Banks. The Supreme continues to eye Scott as he makes his way over to the announce table.

Kris Cruise: Right now, we're being joined by Chandler Scott here at the commentary table. Chandler, welcome! How are you doing?

Chandler Scott: I’m pretty good.

Stephy Auger: What exactly brings you out here, anyway?

Chandler Scott: Well I figured it’s rather obvious. But for dummies like yourself…

Stephy Auger: EXCUSE ME?!

Chandler Scott: … I’m here to scout the competition. Sure, there’s plenty of tape on Fel from around the world. But not here in an FGA ring. I want to see how she handles herself in front of an FGA crowd. But the stage here tonight will pale in comparison to All-Star Showdown, where those bright lights will be at their hottest.

Kris Cruise: Hey Stephy, how about you tell Chandler how you thought he was “light work” for Fel?

Chandler Scott: Oh? Is that right?

Stephy Auger: I… I… I NEVER SAID THAT! Stop trying to start trouble, Cruise! It’s bad enough that you’re always trying to stir up drama amongst Camp Envi. Now you’re doing it here with me and Chandler! Just call the match, why don’t you?

The bell sounds as Banks continues to look over in the direction of her future opponent. Her attention slowly shifts back to the ring once the ref heads over towards her and tells her to engage with Bean Bands. She then looks over at Bands, who is waving her on. Banks rolls her eyes before circling the ring. The two grapplers then begin to size each other up before locking up. After jockeying for position, Banks grabs a hold of one of Bands’ arm and wrenches it. She then wrenches his arm again before looking over at Scott.

The ref asks Bands if he wants to give up. When Bands refuses, Banks tries to yank his arm from out of his socket. Bands can be seen wincing in pain while he’s at the mercy of The Supreme. The ref asks him again if he’d like to give up. When Bands refuses, Banks tries to yank his arm from out of his socket again. Bands immediately drops down to a knee from the pain. As soon as he tries to get back to a vertical base, Banks tries to yank his arm from out of his socket again. While Bands drops down to one knee, Banks looks out at Scott while she’s got Bands at her mercy.

Stephy Auger: She’s looking right in your direction, Scotty! What do you have to say?

Chandler Scott: She’s given Bean Bands an arm wrench. Okay? Is that supposed to impress me?

While Banks continues to stare over at Scott, Bands slowly gets back to his feet and reverses into an arm wrench of his own. Banks then uses her free arm to move Bands towards the side of the ring and against the ropes. The ref then gives them until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

As Bands lets go and makes a clean break, Banks balls up her fist and motions like she’s about to pop Bands right in the mouth. This causes Bands to flench. But instead of pouncing him, Banks lowers her arm and pats him on the chest..

Banks steps back towards the center of the ring and motions for Bands to get off the ropes. When he does so, both grapplers circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Banks places Bands in a side headlock. She wrenches in the hold, which causes Bands to groan. But he doesn’t give up. Instead, he shoves Banks off of him and into the ropes. When Banks returns, she slides through Bands’ legs. But before Bands can even turn around, Banks pops back to her feet before knocking him down with a dropkick to the back of the head.

Kris Cruise: Felicity's speed and agility was on display there! That’s the type of elusiveness you’re gonna have to deal with at All-Star Showdown VI! Are you prepared?

Chandler Scott: Don’t you worry, Cruise. I’m up for the task. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have called her out.

After Bands gets up on his knees, he tries to shake out the cobwebs. While he tries to get back to his feet with a hunched over posture, Banks takes off into the ropes. When she returns…

*THWACK*

… she nails Bands in the side of the head with a Knee Trembler. After Bands crumbles to the canvas, Banks turns around and looks out at Scott.

Kris Cruise: Felicity with a hard knee right to the side of the skull.

Chandler Scott: Hmm. A knee trembler. A move that I had in my arsenal once upon a time.

Stephy Auger: Good thing you don’t have it in there anymore. She does it a lot better than you used to.

Chandler Scott: Is that a fact?

Stephy Auger: ...

Banks finally turns her attention back to Bands and lazily picks him up. She then goes for an irish whip. But Bands reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Banks returns, Bands throws out a running clothesline. But Banks ducks and stomps while Bands’ momentum sends him into the ropes. When Bands returns, Banks returns around and nearly turns Bands inside out with the Most Amazing Dropkick. While Banks gets up on a knee, she looks over and smirks at Scott.

Stephy Auger: Did you see that, Chandler? That was the Most Amazing Dropkick!

Chandler Scott: I’m pretty sure most people would call “the most amazing dropkick” the Pinpoint Dropkick. But this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been wrong tonight, now would it?

Kris Cruise: *stifled laughter*

Stephy Auger: Don’t laugh at his jokes, Cruise!

Banks returns to her feet before bringing Bands back to his feet. After moving Bands against the ropes, Banks hooks both of Bands’ arms over the top rope before lighting up his chest with knife edge chops. While Bands writhes in pain from the chop, Banks takes a few steps before running forward and…

*THWACK*

…nailing Bands with a step-up high knee that sends him crumbling to the canvas. While Bands lays face down on the mat, Banks slowly turns over and looks back at Scott.

Stephy Auger: If she hits that step up knee on you, you’re gonna be crumbling to the canvas just like Bean Bands did.

Chandler Scott: That remains to be seen.

After picking up Bands, Banks doubles him over with a spin kick to the midsection before knocking him upright with a high knee lift. While Bands is dazed, Banks turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns…

*THWACK*

… Banks cracks him with the FeloKNEE (running bicycle knee).

Kris Cruise: My Goodness, she just cracked Bands in the face with that knee.

Once again, Banks doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, she continues to stare over at Scott.

Chandler Scott: You would think she’d pin her opponent and get it over with. But hey, if she wants to give Bands a chance to get back in this match, then that’s her mistake. Banks makes her way over towards the side of the ring. She then rests her arms across the top rope while she stares down at Scott.

Chandler Scott: You might want to focus less on me and more on the guy that’s right behind you.

While Banks continues to stare down at her All-Star Showdown VI opponent, Bands comes from out of nowhere with a schoolboy rollup.

Kris Cruise: BANDS WITH THE SCHOOLBOY! HE JUST MIGHT PULL OFF THE UPSET OF THE CENTURY!

ONE!
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TWO!
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T-NO!

Banks kicks out.

Stephy Auger: Phew!


As soon as Bands turns over and tries to get off his knee, Bands darts over, thrusts her knee at his face and…

*THWACK*

… clobbers him with Off With Your Head (Boma Ye). She then pins Bands and hooks the leg while looking over directly at Scott.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!

“Malevolence” blasts over the PA as the crowd erupts with cheers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FELICITY BANKS!

The cheers continue as Banks gets her arm raised in victory. She then makes her way over towards the ropes and looks down at Scott while the ref still keeps her arm in the air, potentially giving Scott a picture of things to come.

Kris Cruise: Felicity Banks picks up the win. But if you ask me, Stephy and Chandler, I think she paid a little too much attention to Chandler.

Stephy Auger: Well she wasn’t expecting him to be here at ringside!

Chandler Scott: You don’t have to make excuses for her, Stephy. She’s a grown woman. If she was this distracted by my mere presence, then she’s going to be in for a long night at at All-Star Showdown VI.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
AMIRA vs. Noelle Smith

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty-three pounds, the reigning FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, AMIRA!!

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 and the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship secured around her waist.

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.

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!

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. The lights start to return as she takes the center of the ring and then takes her corner.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds, NOELLE SMITH!!!

“Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as Noelle steps from behind the curtain, a wide smile on her face as she waves to the fans before doing a few provocative dance moves as the lyrics cue up.

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

She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee and waving to the ring announcers cheerily.

Kris Cruise: A huge opportunity here tonight for Noelle Smith against the Mid-Atlantic…

Stephy Auger: What is it Kris? What do you and Aldridge have against AMIRA that you can't even call her championship belt what it is? Is it that hard for you to say Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion? Such disrespect for our greatest champion!

Kris Cruise: Pretty sure, despite what AMIRA would like believe, FGA is still recognizing it as the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship.

Stephy Auger: Well, I for one, refuse to fall in line and just do as I'm told. AMIRA won that championship, defeating Mr. Grandslam Champion. She's earned the right to rename that belt as she sees fit.

Kris Cruise: By that line of thought, for how much longer? There's a laundry list of talent gunning for her championship, and tonight she takes on a very viable threat, Noelle Smith.

Stephy Auger: Pfft, Noelle Smith… Don't get me started.

The opening bell sounds and both competitors slowly approach the center of the ring. Noelle and AMIRA lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, Noelle isolates an arm and spins into a hammerlock. She wrenches AMIRA’s arm upward, forcing her to clutch at her shoulder. AMIRA drops down, does a forward roll, and pops back up to her feet into a hammerlock of her own. Noelle starts working on a counter of her own. She reaches up with her free arm and grabs AMIRA by the back of the head before sitting out into a jawbreaker. AMIRA stumbles backwards as Noelle rises to her feet. Noelle charges and tries for a lariat but AMIRA ducks underneath. Noelle turns around and gets a boot to the midsection and then slammed backwards to the ground by two handfuls of hair. The official warns her about the hair pulling and then AMIRA drops down, once again grabbing two handfuls of hair and begins repeatedly slamming the back of Noelle's head against the mat.

Referee: One… Two… Three… Four…

AMIRA releases hold of Noelle and continues to get lectured by the official.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA using every last second of the five count before releasing Noelle.

Stephy Auger: She's well within the rules Kris. She has till the count of five. Don't start some witch hunt against our champion.

After getting an earful from the official, AMIRA turns her attention back to her opponent and stalks her around the ring. Noelle pushes up to her feet but is instantly grabbed by AMIRA. Noelle fights free, hitting a few back elbows to the stomach to create the separation. AMIRA stands tall and gets caught on the jaw with a forearm smash. AMIRA pushes forward with a clothesline attempt but Noelle bends backwards into a bridge to avoid the attack. Noelle returns to an upright position as AMIRA rebounds off of the ropes and takes her down with a Japanese armdrag. AMIRA bounces off of the canvas and pops up to her feet only to be taken back down by another Japanese armdrag. AMIRA rolls into the corner and sits with her back against the bottom turnbuckle. She pulls herself up to her feet and Noelle instantly charges towards her. AMIRA steps forward and intercepts her opponent, shooting in for a double leg and lifting her in the air before falling backwards and dropping Noelle face first on the top turnbuckle!

Stephy Auger: Just when Noelle Smith thought she was getting the upper hand!

Kris Cruise: A nice counter from AMIRA, using Noelle's momentum against her.

Noelle slumps against the turnbuckles and AMIRA unloads a series of kicks to her midsection. AMIRA then grabs Noelle with a side headlock and drags her face along the top rope, making it halfway across the ring before releasing. Noelle drops down to her knees and hangs over the middle rope. AMIRA steps through the ropes and grabs a hold of Noelle by the hair, unleashing a flurry of knees to her chest and face. AMIRA steps back and then comes down across the back of Noelle's neck with a scissor kick! Noelle collapses and rolls into the ring. AMIRA steps through and drops down for the pin attempt.

ONE
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Noelle kicks out!

Kris Cruise: AMIRA may be one of the best strikers we have in FGA. Noelle is going to have to find a way to get this fight off of their feet and ground AMIRA.

Stephy Auger: It’s about time you started to recognize some of the greatness that is AMIRA!

AMIRA jumps on Noelle before she could push herself up to her hands and knees, securing a seated side headlock. Noelle fights through the pain and manages to get them both up to their feet. She backs AMIRA against the ropes and pushes her off towards the opposite side of the ring while squeezing her head free. AMIRA rebounds and runs into a high drop kick from Noelle. AMIRA smacks the back of her head against the canvas but bounces right up to her feet, turning into a hip toss. Instinctively, AMIRA again pops right up to her feet. Noelle reaches out and secures a Muay Thai clinch. She forces AMIRA’s head down and delivers rapid stiff knees that hit the mark, one right after the other. Noelle forces AMIRA into the corner and takes a few steps back before charging and connecting with a step-up enziguri! AMIRA flops forward, landing face first on the mat before being rolled over for a pin attempt.

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TWO
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AMIRA shoulders out of the pinfall to keep the match going.

Kris Cruise: Can I retract that statement? I may have jumped the gun. Noelle is making every last strike leave a lasting impression!

Stephy Auger: She’s just luring Noelle into a false sense of security. Just you see. AMIRA will do a whatever it takes to win.

Noelle waits for AMIRA to stand up and quickly grabs her by the wrist. She whips AMIRA across the ring and drops down onto her stomach as she rebounds, allowing AMIRA to hop over her. Noelle quickly gets to her feet and catches AMIRA on the return, leaping up with a leapfrog attempt. AMIRA catches Noelle and staggers around as she tries to fight free from AMIRA’s grasp. AMIRA moves towards the ropes and Noelle counters by using a hurricanrana to take AMIRA to the arena floor. Noelle lands on the ring apron and looks behind her; her eyes lighting up instantly. Noelle leaps up to the middle rope and springboards backwards into a crossbody, taking AMIRA down as she got to her feet!

Kris Cruise: I don't know if AMIRA can sustain this pace.

Stephy Auger: Bite your tongue! AMIRA has Noelle exactly where she wants her.

Kris Cruise: Are we watching the same match?

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FOUR
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Noelle muscles AMIRA back into the ring, rolling her under the bottom rope. She slides in behind her opponent and secures a rear waistlock. As AMIRA stands to her feet, she tries to shake Noelle off without any luck. AMIRA reaches down and fights at Noelle’s grip, creating enough space for her to turn towards her opponent. AMIRA reaches up and rakes the eyes of Noelle, forcing an instant break. She follows with a front kick to the knee that knocks Noelle down to a kneeling position. AMIRA then runs the ropes, hitting a running front dropkick to her kneeling opponent! Noelle rolls out of the ring from the force of the running attack, knocking her to the arena floor!

Stephy Auger: See! Exactly where she wanted her!

Kris Cruise: The only reason she was able to turn the tides was because of an illegal rake of the eyes!

AMIRA stands in the center of the ring and watches carefully as Noelle pulls herself up to her feet with the help of the ring apron. AMIRA charges towards her, slides under the bottom rope with a baseball slide and transitions into a headscissor takedown that turns Noelle upside down as she crashes against the security railing. Noelle lands awkwardly on her neck and shoulders, painting a huge red target for AMIRA. AMIRA drops down into a side mount and begins to pummel away as the official uses his ten count.

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AMIRA drags Noelle up to her feet by her hair, lifts her for a scoop slam, and drops her throat first over the security railing! With Noelle slumped over the barrier, AMIRA climbs up onto the apron and stands poised. Noelle turns away from the security railing and AMIRA charges, leaping off of the apron with a running apron shoot kick!

Kris Cruise: Noelle may be missing a few chiclets after that running shoot kick.

Stephy Auger: That’d be an upgrade! And look how wise our champion is. She’s sliding back in the ring and allowing Noelle to try and will her way back into this match on her own.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who cares how she wins

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Noelle makes it to her hands and knees and begins crawling towards the apron.

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She reaches up and grabs the ring skirt, pulling on it as she slowly rises.

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Noelle is standing but leaning on the edge of the ring. AMIRA snarls as she realizes Noelle is on the verge of climbing back into the ring.

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Noelle rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and AMIRA is quick to jump on her, pounding away with hard right hands. AMIRA lifts Noelle up to her feet and whips her across the ring into one of the corners. Noelle crashes back first into the the turnbuckle and AMIRA comes charging. AMIRA cartwheels towards Noelle and leaps up into a jumping high kick that connects flush to the side of her head. Noelle falls forward and AMIRA drops down, hooking a leg for the pin attempt.

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Noelle gets her shoulder up off of the mat as the ref’s hand comes crashing down for a third time.

Kris Cruise: Noelle just won’t go away. No matter what AMIRA throws her way, she’s still fighting!

Stephy Auger: That may not be the smartest move on her part. No shame in living to fight another day.

AMIRA pulls Noelle up to her feet by her hair and whips her hard into the corner. AMIRA charges behind her but gets a boot in the face before she could strike on the corner. AMIRA staggers backwards and Noelle steps through the ropes, out onto the apron. Noelle grabs the top rope and jumps up onto it, springboarding off of it and connecting with a flying knee! Noelle quickly crawls over to her AMIRA and drapes her arm across her chest.

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THR--No! AMIRA launches her shoulder up off of the canvas.

Kris Cruise: A proper cover and this one might have been over!

Stephy Auger: Stop! Just stop! You sound stupid insinuating that Noelle actually may have had this match won.

AMIRA and Noelle simultaneously fight to their feet. AMIRA turns towards Noelle and is caught by her Fruit Roll Up (inside cradle). The official slides across the canvas to get into a position to make the count.

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AMIRA powers out of the pin attempt and begins to try and crawl away from Noelle. Noelle hops to her feet and grabs AMIRA by one of her ankles, pulling her into the center of the ring. Noelle steps over AMIRA’s leg and tucks it between her legs as she drops down and applies a STF! AMIRA begins scratching and clawing her way to the ropes, hoping to force a break of the submission hold. AMIRA reaches out while grimacing in pain, her fingertips just inches from the ropes. AMIRA continues to push, refusing to quit, finally getting a hand on the bottom rope. Noelle instantly releases the submission hold and backs away from the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA has to find a way to turn this around. Continuing like this, it’s just a matter of time before Noelle puts this match away.

Stephy Auger: She’s not quitting. You just saw her fight out of that excruciating submission hold. AMIRA will find a way!

Noelle stands behind AMIRA with her hands on her knees, watching as she uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet. Once AMIRA is on her feet Noelle closes the gap. AMIRA catches Noelle off guard with a mule kick to the abdomen that doubles her over. She turns around and rushes Noelle, slamming her to the mat with a spinning sit-out sleeper slam! AMIRA effortlessly transitions into the New AMIRAcana (scarfhold neck crank). Noelle tries to fight off the submission hold but with every passing second AMIRA tightens the hold until Noelle ultimately passes out. After verifying that Noelle is out of it, the ref calls for the bell.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA just chokes out Noelle with New AMIRAcana! That submission is suffocating!

Stephy Auger: AMIRA proves once again that she rules the FGA landscape.

“AMIRA” by AMIRA begins playing over the loudspeaker as AMIRA stands in the center of the ring, ordering the official to raise her arm in victory.

After celebrating the win, AMIRA goes over and puts the boots to Noelle. But the boos turn to cheers as Lowri Moss runs down the aisle.

Stephy Auger: What is she doing down here?

Kris Cruise: Coming to the rescue of Noelle Smith, that's what!

As soon as Moss slides into the ring, AMIRA grips her championship belt, runs over and goes to nail Moss in the face. But Moss ducks the belt shot before running into the ropes. When AMIRA turns around, the crowd cheers as Moss delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. AMIRA gets back to her feet. But Moss knocks her back down with a dropsault. Moss lands on a single knee, staying in the ready position. After AMIRA gets back up, Moss returns to her feet and motion to attack. But AMIRA stops, drops to the canvas and rolls to the outside. The crowd boos as AMIRA waves off Moss, turns and walks away. But the boos turn to cheers when Moss rolls to the outside.

AMIRA quickly looks behind her and sees Moss approaching. So AMIRA begins to run around the ring with Moss in hot pursuit.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA is trying to retreat! But Lowri Moss isn't done with her yet!

After Moss rounds the forth ring post, the crowd boos when Blake Rogers comes from out of nowhere and turns her inside out with a lariat.

Kris Cruise: What a devastating lariat that was from Rogers!

Stephy Auger: He put something extra behind that one.

The boos continue as Rogers puts the boots to Moss. But the boos turn to cheers as Julian Tijerina charges down ringside.

Stephy Auger: No, no, no! Not him again! See, this is what I'm talking about! Julian Tijerina is one again breathing down the neck of Blake Rogers!

Rogers looks up and does a double take as Tijerina dives over and tackles him against the side of the ring. The two rivals trade blows until Tijerina gains the upperhand. He then slams Rogers face-first onto the apron three times before pushing him back inside. Tijerina then rolls back in, picks up Rogers and goes for an irish whip. But Rogers reverses, sending Tijerina into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, he brings Rogers down with a sling blade.

Kris Cruise: Down goes Rogers!

Tijerina heads out onto the apron and scales to the top rope for the Guerrero Splash. But the cheers turn to boos when NEON leaps up onto the apron from out of nowhere and shoves Tijerina off, sending him flipping off the top turnbuckle and landing hard back-first on the floor.

Kris Cruise: The Queen of Mean lives up to her name as she sent Tijerina crashing to the floor with no regard! Damn her!

Stephy Auger: I'm sure The Chief is somewhere proud!

The boos continue while NEON climbs up onto the middle rope, looks down and takes delight in Tijerina's pain. But the boos turn to cheers when Noelle runs over, climbs up onto the middle ropes from inside and hammers away with forearms to the face.

Kris Cruise: Look at Noelle fire off those forearms!

Smith continues to deliver forearms until she grabs NEON and superplexes her off the middle rope and down to the floor. The crowd explodes with cheers!

Kris Cruise: NEON was just superplexed onto the hard, unforgiving floor!

Stephy Auger: Is she nuts!? What was that for!?

AMIRA rolls back inside and puts the boots to Moss. She then pulls up Moss and whips her into the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Moss hangs onto the ropes. So AMIRA runs over to attack. But Moss ducks and dumps her over the top rope and to the floor. Rogers then charges over to attack. But Moss pulls down the top rope, sending Rogers to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Moss has just dispatched both of her opponents. What has she got in store now?

Moss points to the outside before running into the far ropes. When Moss comes back, Sadie San Francisco comes from out of nowhere and knocks her down with a left clothesline.

Stephy Auger: Moss just got blinded by The Pope!

Sadie turns and looks to the outside. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Sadie comes back, she leaps through the ropes and goes for a suicide dive. But Smith moves out of the way, causing Sadie to take out NEON with the dive.

Kris Cruise: That's the second time tonight that Sadie has accidentally hit NEON!

Stephy Auger: Dammit, Sadie, watch what you're doing!

As Tijerina, Rogers and AMIRA pick themselves up, Moss climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Stephy Auger: Now where is she going!?

Moss flips off, knocking all three down with a moonsault.

Kris Cruise: Moss nearly everyone out on the floor with that moonsault!

Brian Stryker can be seen making his way through the crowd.

Kris Cruise: What is Brian Stryker doing here!?

Stephy Auger: Yeah, what IS he doing here? Shouldn't he be somewhere watching Rugrat Richie?

After hoping over the guardrail, Stryker lifts up the ring skirt, reaches underneath and pulls out a ladder.

Kris Cruise: Oh my God...

As soon as AMIRA sees Stryker sliding the ladder in the ring, she turns and slowly crawls away.

Back inside the ring, Stryker unfolds the ladder and brings it over towards the ropes. As Stryker scales the ladder, Tijerina, Rogers, NEON, Sadie and Moss slowly return to a vertical base. The dazed competitors slowly look up.

Stephy Auger: No, no, no! Don't you do it! DON'T YOU DO IT!

The crowd erupts with cheers as Stryker flips off, taking out his five opponents with a Shooting Star Plancha!

Kris Cruise: Stryker just wiped out everyone! My God, there's bodies everywhere! Look at this scene!

A horrid AMIRA looks out from the ramp in a seated position. She looks down at her "Magnificent AMIRA Legacy" Championship belt and hugs it for dear life...