Thy Kingdom Come vs. Julian Tijerina, Pedro Gonzales, Maritza Diaz
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is a six-person tag--
“Lik Down" hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience that is initally confused. NEON glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.
Geoff Penzer: Well this certainly wasn’t what we expected. NEON isn’t scheduled to compete her tonight. Melanie was about to announce our six-man tag team match but…
The lights suspend again and NEON makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually-- when abruptly, the lights in the arena fade to a rose color and the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system to a pop from the audience, though laced with its expected boos. NEON slowly glares toward the ramp.
Geoff Penzer: I think NEON wanted to come out here alone… but her tag team partner, and her opponent come All-Star Showdown VI, is on her way behind her!
Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a cold expression on her face as she gazes down toward NEON. She walks down the ramp, paying little attention to both the cheers and jeers on either side of her. She strides toward the ring and pauses in front of NEON, who rolls her eyes and leads the way toward the announce table. She gives the audience a dismissive wave as she passes by the ring, earning a chorus of boos. Sadie follows behind her, shaking her head with a half-smirk on her face.
Geoff Penzer: I’m about to be joined by Camp Envi here. Standby.
“Run This Town” by Jay-Z feat. Kanye West & Rihanna starts to play. Strobes begin surveying the building as darkness has taken over the arena.
Feel it comin' in the air
And the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
We gonna run this town Bright lights shine on the entranceway nearly drowning the entire scene in white as Tully Barnes and Nate Bristow emerge from the backstage area. The two tag partners stand at the top of the entranceway with smug smirks on their faces and their eyes focused on the ring in front of them. The lights quickly dim again and the arena is filled with green and yellow laser lights as Bristow & Barnes start toward the ring.
Melanie Sierra: The following contest is a six-person tag team match, scheduled for one fall!
As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched before “Amazing” by Kanye West hits, lifting the fans to their feet in a fit of rage. White and pink strobe lights start to flash throughout the arena.
Sadie San Francisco: Greetings, Geoff. Ah-- and she’s taking your headset.
NEON: We’re taking over for you. Kick back.
Sadie San Francisco: Yeah… put your feet up. Watch this incredibly lengthy entrance play out.
Ricky Valero emerges from the back amidst a cloud of fog. With that trademark smirk stretched across his face, he scans the arena with hubris. He puts his legs together, extends his arms outward, throws his head back and basks in the building’s negative energy. He makes his way toward the ring intentionally ignoring the outstretched hands of front row fans along his route. He circles the ring, before reaching the far corner. Slowly he climbs up the steps and leans his back against the ropes, bouncing against them a few times with his arms wrapped over top of them before slipping into the ring in front of Bristow & Barnes.
NEON: Tonight, we’re bringing you some… exciting six-man tag team action live from the Mohegan Sun Arena.
Sadie San Francisco: From Uncasville. Live.
NEON: Live.
Ricky spins around in the center of the ring with his arms extended out, absorbing the crowd's disdain while Bristow & Barnes take either side of him.
Melanie Sierra: Introducing first, at a combined weight of seven hundred and twenty-two pounds, the team of Ricky Valero and Bristow & Barnes… they are THY KINGDOM COME!
“BUENO CLUB! POR-R-R-R-R-R-R VIDA!” “El Jefe” by Mexican Institute of Sound plays, acting every bit like some hyped up James Bond theme, as multicolored lights are everywhere in the arena. A spotlight hits on a lone figure with a red hooded cape who shuffles his feet atop the ramp. He keeps his head down before unveiling himself as Pedro Gonzales by taking off the cape with a flourish.
Sadie San Francisco: Whooaa. Listen to the Mohegan Sun Arena come alive for this guy. Here in Uncasville. Live.
Pedro spreads his arms out as he strolls leisurely past, slapping as many fans hands as possible all the while looking at the ring. Upon approaching the apron, he takes the 3GW Tag Team championship of his waist and kisses it before handing it and the cape to an attendant. Pedro then slides into the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle, raising a fist to a decent amount of approval from the fans before putting his feet back on that wonderful canvas where he’s sure to do pretty awesome stuff.
NEON: No bueno. Miss me with this lucha sh…
“Fireball” by Willow ft Nicki Minaj fills the arena as Maritz Diaz slowly walks out to the stage in a long black and red silk robe, and a traditional Mongkon head piece. For a moment she simply smiles and looks out at the fans before uniting the belt on her robe and removing it completely. She does a double bicep pose before heading down to the ring. As she walks she high fives fans as she passes before running and sliding under the bottom rope. Once in the ring she stands in the center rattling off a series of punches, elbow strikes, knees, and kicks in rapid succession before bowing and removing her Mongkon and Pra Jiad arm bands, joining Pedro in the center of the ring while Thy Kingdom Come watches from outside.
Sadie San Francisco: These two as a team are really impressive. In some people’s opinions.
NEON: No bueno.
Sadie San Francisco: My partner’s bias is showing. That’s why she’s doing color.
The lights go out. A few seconds later, "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays, the lights go back on, and "El Guapo, Julian Tijerrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnaa!!!" comes out, bathed in purple and pink spotlight and holding a purple rose, which he sniffs. He pivots slowly for the benefit of the crowd. On his way to the ring, he high-fives fans and surrenders his rose to a lucky girl at ringside.
Sadie San Francisco: And here’s a real charmer if you were to ask my broadcast partner. Julian Tijerina’s on his way to the ring and in my opinion, he’s the dark horse to take this Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship at All-Star Showdown.
NEON: …
Sadie San Francisco: I said dark horse.
Julian gracefully climbs inside the ring. Once inside the ring, Julian spins on his toes with both arms stretched to either side and his head towards the ceiling. He stops and slowly, almost dramatically, removes his mask and shows his own grin, a more attractive version of the mask's. In one fluid motion, Julian takes off the poncho, and ends up with both arms once again stretched to either side, one hand holding his mask while the other holding the poncho. He slowly casts a look toward the announce table. Sadie waves a bit into the monitor on the desk while NEON looks directly up at Julian with a glare.
Sadie San Francisco: Not a fan?
NEON: No bueno.
Surrendering the mask and the poncho to the referee, Julian climbs the turnbuckle and again stretches both arms to either side before applauding the fans, randomly waving and pointing at people, blowing kisses at cute girls, and occasionally winking. He sarcastically blows a kiss toward NEON, who fans it away. Finally, he goes back down, joining his partners in the corner.
Melanie Sierra: And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and ten pounds, the team of Pedro Gonzales, Maritza Diaz, and Julian TIJEERRIIINNAAA!
The bell sounds as Julian and Tully Barnes start off in the ring, Ricky shouting words of encouragement to his partner. Immediately, however, boos flood the arena and eyes drift toward the top of the ramp-- particularly Julian’s, who at first looks agitated, but plays it off as a smirk as he sees who has made his way to the middle of the ramp, glaring down at him.
Sadie San Francisco: Oh, look, it’s Blake Rogers, LIVE. In Uncasville.
NEON: Good. Maybe he’ll come down here and punch Julian dead-center in the middle of his face for costing him a match last week.
Sadie San Francisco: Pretty sure Rogers did that to himself.
Pedro tries to warn his partner, but it’s too late. Julian turns away from Blake Rogers, but gets leveled with a hard running shoulder from Barnes! Julian is sent into a neutral corner where Barnes delivers a series of stomps to his chest and ribcage to another round of boos from the audience! Barnes yanks him to his feet from the corner and takes him back down with a short-arm Lariat! Disoriented, Julian Tijerina stumbles to his feet, looking at his corner-- and Barnes drives the point of his elbow into the base of his neck before delivering a Belly-to-Back Suplex to the stunned Tijerina! He grins at the jeers from the audience, dragging Tijerina to Thy Kingdom Come’s corner by the ear. Julian cries out in pain, forced to be led along on his knees.
NEON: Are you taking notes, even?
That is how you start off a tag team match. Explosive. Direct. That was masterful.
Sadie San Francisco: Eh.
Barnes tags in Bristow, who immediately drives his boot into Julian’s sternum through the ropes, knocking him to his back. Bristow steps into the ring as Barnes exits. Bristow forces Julian up and immediately tags Barnes back in. Barnes enters and Bristow throws Julian against the ropes and catches him with a Spinning Spinebuster on the rebound! He rolls out of the ring as Barnes shoots the ropes and rebounds to hit a quick Leg Drop across the throat of Julian Tijerina! Julian rolls to the center of the ring and Tully Barnes stands up, allowing Ricky Valero to tag himself in-- and deliver a Springboard Leg Drop across the Julian’s throat! Julian kicks his legs against the mat in agony and Valero grins at the booing audience before hooking both legs for a cover.
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kickout! NEON: Things are looking bad for Julian in there, aren’t they?
Sadie San Francisco: Ridiculous teamwork by Thy Kingdom Come, live, here in Uncasville. Pedro and Maritza might as well be in the rafters.
The cameraman catches Blake Rogers watching Julian Tijerina with the tiniest smirk, zooming out to show that Tijerina is reaching out to his corner, but to no avail as Valero stands on his back before finally delivering a standing Leg Drop, and then a second, third, fourth, and fifth-- “Leg Drops of Jupiter” to boos that grow continuously louder from the audience. Valero kneels beside Tijerina, shoving him roughly onto his back and hooking the near leg.
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kickout! Not discouraged, Valero hoists Tijerina up and drags him by the hair back to his own corner. The referee warns Valero and Valero releases Tijerina once they reach his corner, raising his hands to proclaim innocence to the referee… before delivering a solid right hand to Tijerina’s face to boos from the crowd. Valero laughs and Nate Bristow tags himself in, stepping through the ropes and hoisting Tijerina up by his arm, nailing him with a hard European Uppercut that sends him against the ropes. Julian Tijerina looks dazed. Bristow sends him against the far ropes with an Irish Whip and goes for a forearm on the rebound…
...but Julian ducks beneath him, sliding under the outstretched arm of Bristow! Bristow turns around and charges Julian, but gets caught with an over-the-shoulder Arm Drag! Bristow stands up and Julian maneuvers a Wheelbarrow Arm Drag! The audience applauds and Bristow clutches his shoulder, rising upright again-- but he’s caught with a Running Headscissors, transitioned into yet another Arm Drag! Julian swiftly locks in the Cross Armbreaker to a roar from the crowd!
Sadie San Francisco: #ArmDragCity!
NEON: Gross. Why do you know that?
Sadie San Francisco: Nate Bristow might tap to this. Live. In Uncasville.
The ref asks if Bristow will submit. Bristow cries out in agony, but shakes his head. Valero screams for Bristow “DO NOT TAP!” though the audience screams for the opposite! Among chants of
”TAP!” Bristow uses his feet to drag himself toward the nearest set of ropes! He moves closer… closer… and the moment Bristow gets his foot on the bottom rope, Julian rolls to his knees and tags the outstretched hand of Pedro Gonzales to a roar from the audience! Bristow staggers to his feet, still clutching his shoulder-- and is caught with a Springboard Somersault Hurricanrana from Pedro! The audience explodes and Pedro hooks Bristow in the Rana-style cover!
Sadie San Francisco: Oh wow.
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Tully Barnes dives into the ring, hitting a low Lariat on Pedro to break up the pin!
”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
The boos turn to cheers as Maritza Diaz rushes into the ring and nails a stiff Bicycle Knee Strike to Tully Barnes, sending him through the ropes and limp to the ground below! Chants of
”HOLY SHIT!” echo throughout the arena as Maritza calmly walks back out to her corner.
Sadie San Francisco: That’s the Miami Express and I think Barnes just died in front of a small family in the front row.
Pedro shakes the cobwebs out as he rolls back up to his feet. Nate Bristow pulls himself up against the ropes and Pedro goes for a Bicycle High Knee of his own, but Bristow rolls out of harm’s way. He rushes Pedro for a Clothesline-- but Pedro avoids it with a hands-free cartwheel evasion to a pop! He rushes the ropes and Bristow rushes behind him… but is caught with an over-the-top-rope Tiger Feint Kick! Bristow goes limp, falling back into the ring! Pedro leaps from one top rope to an adjacent one, hitting a Corkscrew Springboard Moonsault-- El Destino!-- to a standing ovation from the audience! He hooks one leg and grapevines the other for a pin while Valero watches with his hands on his head from the apron.
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THHHRRRE--!
Bristow throws his shoulder off of the mat to a groan from the audience. Pedro groans, clutching his ribs as he rolls into the corner. Boos begin to resonate throughout the audience among chatter.
NEON: What the hell…
Walking down to the ring in a blonde wig, along with a tin-foil version of the Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Championship belt is a clearly, blatantly, heavily Middle-Eastern woman in her mid-fifties. She purposely bumps into Blake Rogers as she strides past him. Rogers can only stare in… an expression that is indistinguishable. “AMIRA” walks past Julian Tijerina’s corner, raising her foil-championship high above her head as she walks toward commentary.
Sadie San Francisco: Is that your mom?
NEON’s response is muted by the censors, but “AMIRA” walks over to them, handing Sadie a note before turning her attention toward the ring, but gazing through the ropes at a confused-looking Julian Tijerina.
Meanwhile inside the ring, Pedro has exited the ring to the apron. With ease, he leaps to the top turnbuckle… but Bristow rolls out of the ring on the far side, leaning against the barricade for support. Pedro shakes his head and sprints at full-speed, leaping over the ropes, nailing a Tope Con Hilo, smashing Bristow against the apron! Pedro rolls him into the ring and goes up to the top turnbuckle again…
...but once again, Bristow rolls out of the ring, this time on the other side. Pedro places his hands on his hips, sighing as the boos grow loud. He rolls into the ring and walks across, slapping the hand of Maritza Diaz to a roar from the crowd! Maritza drop down from the apron and goes to charge at the back of Nate Bristow… but Tully Barnes emerges from beneath the ring and levels her with a stiff Lariat, sending her flipping onto her stomach! Once again, chants of
”HOLY SHIT!” echo throughout the Mohegan Sun Arena. Barnes spits blood out of his mouth, tongue bleeding courtesy of Maritza Diaz. He stomps her across the back for good measure before walking back to his corner. Nate Bristow lies on the apron, catching his breath. The referee has no choice but to start a ten-count.
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“SIX!” Pedro drops down from the apron, guiding his partner to her feet as she uses the ring skirt for support. Meanwhile, Bristow rolls back in beneath the apron near his corner and reaches up to tag Ricky Valero, who immediately rushes into the ring and across to the ropes where Pedro assists Maritza up to a full vertical base.
”Tag! … SEVEN!” We catch a quick glimpse of Chris Bond watching the action from a monitor backstage, arms crossed. Back in the ring, Valero reaches through the ropes and pulls Maritza into the ring by her hair to a chorus of boos from the audience… but once she enters, she levels him with a Ura-Nage! Maritza drops down into the cover!
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Kickout! Valero clutches the back of his head, rolling all the way back to his corner while Maritza still struggles to overcome the daze, pulling herself up on the ropes.
Sadie San Francisco: Powerful display by the uh… “Power Princess”, but she couldn’t follow up. Couldn’t hook a leg. She might have a concussion to be honest.
NEON: What the hell does that note say? The one you just got.
Sadie San Francisco: Um. Says AMIRA couldn’t be here. She’s apparently promoting FGA at a charity gala. But she’s uh… so dedicated to her duties as champ that she sent us… another AMIRA. Because of course she did.
“AMIRA” turns toward the announce table again, raising her tin-foil championship and pointing toward Sadie. Sadie lightly waves at the monitor. Meanwhile inside the ring, Valero reaches up and tags in Tully Barnes. He grins at Maritza as he enters, calling for a test of strength in the center. With hesitation, Maritza accepts-- but Barnes delivers a stomp to her gut and a Snap Suplex instead! He grins as he sits upright and swiftly turns, locking Maritza in a Sleeper Hold! Diaz cries out and desperately tries to fight out of it, working her way back to her feet… only for Barnes to transition the Sleeper Hold into a Russian Leg Sweep! He grinds an elbow across her face, hooking the near leg for a cover!
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Though Pedro is prepared to step through the ropes, Maritza throws a shoulder off of the canvas. Barnes slaps Maritza’s head in frustration. He hoists her upright from behind and positions her for the Rolling Cutter… but as he rotates, Maritza counters into a bridging Northern Lights Suplex!
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Sadie San Francisco: Barnes just barely got out of that.
NEON: I’m sick of her turning around and looking at me. If she flashes that belt one more damn time…
Julian Tijerina leans over the ropes for the tag, but he turns his gaze toward the ramp as Blake Rogers reaches the bottom of it. Tijerina smiles, almost mockingly, and invites Rogers down to ringside with the simple jerk of his head, though he calmly steps through the ropes as Diaz tags him in! Barnes rushes forward, but Tijerina side-steps him, throwing him roughly into the ropes. Barnes rebounds off of them and receives a Pele Kick to the back of his head! He twists, turning and falling onto the mat as Tijerina rolls out to the apron, winking back at Rogers before ascending to the top rope. As Barnes staggers to his feet, Tijerina sails off with a Diving Neckbreaker!
Sadie San Francisco: Looks sick in there right now, doesn’t he? Imagine him pulling that off a ladder.
NEON: Imagine him flying off the top of a ladder, flat on his back straight to the floor, because that’s what’s gonna happen if he tries that at All Star Showdown.
Tijerina stalks Barnes upright. Barnes swings at him, fist falling out of reach before he tries to reach his feet again. Julian nails a shoot kick to the left leg. Barnes buckles. Julian follows with a shoot kick to the left side-- followed by a roundhouse kick, sending the shot through the arena to a pop! Julian points his finger gun at NEON, then at Blake Rogers and “pulls the trigger” before nailing a Super Kick to Barnes, sending him to the mat.
Sadie San Francisco: Kicked him senseless. Live. In Uncasville.
NEON: I don’t like this dude…
Julian finally points the finger gun at Barnes as he backs into the corner. The ref checks on Barnes as he pulls himself up in the center of the ring… and Ricky Valero rushes to the corner and rakes the eyes of Julian before rushing back to his tag rope! Julian cries out and Barnes shoves past the referee with a last gasp of energy and nails a Flowing DDT on Julian! Both men are down on the canvas but the audience chants and claps for Tijerina! Tijerina begins to crawl, but pauses as “AMIRA” raises the tin-foil championship high above her head, cursing at Tijerina in Urdu. Tijerina blinks a few times, wipes the sweat out of his eyes, and sharply turns back toward his corner, crawling… and he leaps up, dives, and tags in Pedro to a loud pop! On the other side of the ring, Tully Barnes tags in Ricky Valero!
Sadie San Francisco: I’m sure this exchange will be slow and methodical.
Pedro and Ricky rush into each other at full-speed, both taking the other down with a Clothesline to a roar from the audience! Ricky scrambles to his feet while Pedro kips up, though both wince in pain, showing the effects. Ricky rushes forward, going for a Dropkick to the knees, but Pedro hops over him and shoots the ropes, rebounding for a lightning-quick Running Hurricanrana! The move sends Ricky through the ropes and straight out to the floor! Pedro shoots the ropes and looks to be rebounding for a Suicide Dive-- but Ricky nails an Enzuigiri to Pedro before he can! Pedro crashes and burns on the canvas to a groan from the audience! He shoves Pedro into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, sailing off with a diving double foot stomp to Pedro’s stomach!
Sadie San Francisco: Burying the Hatchet, I think that’s called. I mean, that might do it to be honest.
Valero hooks the near leg!
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Maritza Diaz yanks Valero off of Pedro to a roar from the crowd! She calmly goes back out to the apron… and Valero sprint after her, nailing a forearm to the side of the head, sending her down to the floor below!
”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
NEON: She had it comin’.
Valero turns around, smirking as he sees Pedro writhing in pain, still clutching his stomach. He hoists him up by the arm-- but Pedro pulls Valero forward into a high knee! Valero falls backwards into the corner, dazed while Pedro clutches his stomach in the center of the ring! The ref hurriedly checks on both men.
Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, “AMIRA” turns, walking to the table and thrusting the tin-foil title in NEON’s face again.
NEON: This is over.
NEON pulls off her headset and reaches up, grabbing the fifty-something-year-old, Middle-Eastern “AMIRA” and driving her face-first into the announce table to a deafening mixed reaction from the crowd! NEON walks around the table and mounts “AMIRA”, driving hard forearms into her head! NEON picks her up, Irish Whipping her into the apron before continuing the assault.
Sadie San Francisco: Jesus.
The referee turns around in shock, leaning through the ropes to inform NEON that she’s disrupting the contest!
Sadie San Francisco: Oh man, what--!
Boos resonate throughout the arena once again, this time as Blake Rogers ribs Julian Tijerina off of the apron! He turns, throwing him over the barricade, onto the concrete floor in an open patch in the audience! Maritza Diaz is still stirring on the outside, unable to do anything as Blake Rogers tees off on Julian, sending him deeper and deeper into the crowd!
Geoff Penzer: Gonna take my headset back here. And the ref has no clue that Blake Rogers just grabbed Julian Tijerina and effectively removed him from this match! I don’t think Pedro and Diaz have any idea either! And now on the inside of the ring, Valero and Pedro are back on their feet! Bristow & Barnes are both asking for a tag but Pedro Gonzales has nobody!
Sadie San Francisco: Calm down. I’m play-by-play.
Pedro grunts in pain as he rushes at the cornered Valero, but he’s caught with a running chop block to the knee! Pedro cries out and flips forward. Valero crawls to his corner and tags in Tully Barnes. Tully drags Pedro back to his corner by the hair and allows Nate Bristow to tag himself in. As Bristow pulls himself up into a seated position on the top rope, Barnes helps lift Pedro up into his arms… and Bristow leaps from the turnbuckles, driving Pedro roughly to the mat with a diving Sitout Powerbomb! The audience roars in a mixed reaction. Bristow smirks, rolling into a deep cover, hooking both legs!
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Maritza Diaz dives into the ring to break up the pin to a roar from the crowd, but they turn to boos as Tully Barnes hoists her up by the hair and launches her out of the ring through the ropes! Maritza hits the apron and roughly crashes to the floor below! Barnes exits the ring at the ref’s command, stepping out to his tag corner.
Outside the ring, the boos gain momentum as it’s evident that NEON has bloodied the fifty-something “AMIRA” actress. The blonde wig and tin-foil belt have been cast aside. Sadie audibly sighs from behind commentary and chants of
”NEON SUCKS!” echo throughout the arena… but they quickly turn to cheers! NEON looks up as Brian Stryker rushes down the ramp! NEON runs around the ring, avoiding Stryker before she leaps the the barricade! Stryker catches up, hitting NEON with forearms, fighting her into the crowd in the same direction Rogers and Tijerina had gone!
Geoff Penzer: Are you gonna go after your partner?
Sadie San Francisco: No.
Bristow hoists Pedro up, muttering something to him before he goes to blast him with a European Uppercut… but Pedro grabs Bristow’s arm, twisting him into a Hammerlock before delivering the Devil Lock DDT! Bristow rolls over and without hesitation, Barnes reaches over the ropes and tags himself in! He steps into the ring-- but he too is caught with a Hammerlock and twisted into the Devil Lock DDT to a roar from the crowd! Barnes rolls over and allows Valero to tag himself in! Pedro rolls to the center of the ring, watching as Valero rushes forward… and leaps up, catching him seamlessly in the Triangle Choke!
Geoff Penzer: Amazing athleticism by Pedro Gonzales! But Valero might have an answer for even this!
Valero shifts his weight, stacking Pedro on his shoulders! The ref counts!
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Valero springs out of the move and leaps for his corner-- but Bristow & Barnes are still recovering on the outside! He turns toward the oncoming Pedro, fending him off with a Dropkick… but Pedro simply rolls through, back up to his feet and falls back into his corner, tagging the hand of Maritza Diaz as she climbs up onto the apron! She steps into the ring, glaring at Valero, but Maritza is blasted with a shoot kick to the gut! Valero hits a Swinging Neckbreaker and goes for the cover!
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Maritza kicks out and the audience roars! Valero is beside himself, arguing with the ref! We cut to a brief shot of Chris Bond watching again from backstage, an amused smirk on his face. Back at ringside, Valero stomps to his corner, frustratedly tagging in the dazed Bristow. Bristow nods, holding his head. He steps in through the ropes, measuring Maritza as she climbs to her feet. Bristow turns and tags in Barnes, giving him a nod. Bristow charges at Diaz…
...and his momentum is used against him as she steps back, propelling him into the air, only to bring him down across her knee with a single-knee facebreaker!
Geoff Penzer: DRAGON KNEE TO BRISTOW!
In shock, Tully Barnes strides forward, but he’s caught with a Small Package!
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The bell sounds to a roar from the audience! Briefly “Fireball” hits the PA. Valero dives into the ring to break up the count but he’s too late! Pedro pulls Maritza from the ring with a broad smile on his face. Barnes sits on his knees in shock and Valero paces angrily on the apron while Bristow lies, motionless, on the outside.
Melanie Sierra: Here are your winners, the team of Pedro Gonzales, Julian Tijerina, and Mariiitttzzzaa DIIAAZZ!
The ref raises the hands of Pedro and Maritza, though all three seem confused, finally noticing the absence of Tijerina.
Geoff Penzer: Our cameras found them!
Brian Stryker hammers NEON with a forearm that sends her down into an open area near the back of the crowd, adjacent to the ring ramp-- but he’s taken to the ground as Blake Rogers throws an exhausted-and-beaten Julian Tijerina into him shoulder-first. Stryker is taken down and something out-of-frame catches Rogers’ eye. He walks off into the equipment area… and retrieves a ladder to a mixed reaction from the audience.
Geoff Penzer: Blake Rogers has that technician’s ladder and he can only be thinking evil thoughts. He can only-- oh, God!
Rogers rushes forward toward the hunched over Brian Stryker and drives the ladder right between his eyes! Stryker hits the ground and Rogers turns his attention to NEON as she reaches her feet, rubbing her jaw from the battle with Stryker. “The Queen of Mean” turns around, and her eyes widen when she sees the ladder. Rogers swings and connects with the side of her head to a groan from the audience.
Geoff Penzer: EVERY shot like that is completely legal at All Star Showdown!
Rogers drives the ladder down across the back of Julian Tijerina to boos from the crowd… but cheers resonate throughout the arena as Lowri Moss rushes out from behind the curtains, leaping from the ramp and over the barricade, making her way to Rogers as Rogers prepares to strike Brian with the ladder again! Lowri grabs the ladder from behind, trying to rip it from his grip but Rogers turns, locking eyes with Lowri, engaged in a tug-of-war for the ladder!
Geoff Penzer: This can only be bad for one of these two!
Lowri rips the ladder out of Rogers’ hands, but Rogers grabs her head and drives it down into the ladder in her own arms! Lowri sinks to her knees and Rogers positions himself behind her, pulling the ladder back against Lowri’s face with a modified Crossface! The audience grows loud at this display, though Rogers only keeps it up for a few seconds before he lifts the ladder upright once more. Stryker and Tijerina stagger to their feet… and Rogers rushes forward, driving the ladder into both of them as they rise! Stryker and Tijerina collapse next to each other and Rogers finally tosses the ladder aside. NEON, Moss, Stryker, and Tijerina all writhe in pain around him. Rogers shakes his head, glaring down specifically at Tijerina.
Geoff Penzer: That… was unsettling.
Sadie San Francisco: Glad we got to watch it together. Here. Live. In Uncasville. Oh. Hey. Look.
Sadie removes her headset and walks over to where the discarded tin-foil makeshift “Magnificent AMIRA-Legacy Championship” lies. She dusts it off and glances at it… before shrugging it and placing it over her shoulder to a pop from the crowd. Sadie walks past the ring, making her way up the ramp as Blake Rogers finally turns, glancing in her direction as she waves, raising the tin-foil belt above her head to a louder pop from the crowd.
Geoff Penzer: In our final stop before All-Star Showdown VI, before the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship Ladder match, Julian Tijerina and Blake Rogers finally get their hands on each other one-on-one at Vertigo next week, live from Las Vegas!
Rogers glares at Sadie until she disappears behind the curtains, but we fade away as he turns one final glare to the fallen, but victorious, Julian Tijerina.
