Flashpoint (06.03.17)

[FGA Office]

Mark Storm vs. James Edwards

The house lights go down, and the arena stays black during the garbled opening guitar rift, then, "Okay." Strobe lights move with the easy beat of the song. James appears at the top of the ramp with the hood on his ring jacket up. He takes a few moments survey everything before him. The hood goes down with the opening lyrics. Moving with the meandering pace of the music, his eyes never leave the ring.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest has been scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Lexington, Kentucky! Weighing in at 204 pounds! He is “The Burning Heart” JAAAAAMES EEEDWAAAARRRRDSSS!!!

He laps the squared circle, slides under the bottom ropes, and bows martial arts style to all four corners before settling into his own.

Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;

YOUR HERO, AND MINE

A massive pop ensues as emerging from the back is the self proclaimed "Prince of CHAOS", Mark Storm; who keeps himself composed as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the energy that the audience are giving him as they applaud and cheer.

Melanie Sierra: From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in at 220 pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM

He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp.

This ain't no place for no hero.

This ain't no place for no better man.

This ain't no place for no hero

To call "home."

At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring.

Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing.

Geoff Penzer: These two put on a heck of a contest last week on Vertigo. However, the match didn’t meet a satisfying conclusion as both men were unable to answer the referee’s ten count, resulting in a Draw.

The bell sounds as both men start thing off with a handshake, which results in cheers from the crowd.

Both men then step back and begin circling the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, Storm places Edwards in a side headlock. Storm tries to really lock in the hold. But Edwards slips out and reverses into a hammerlock. The ref asks Storm if he wants to give up. But Storm refuses. He then reaches back with his free arm and reverses into another side headlock. But it doesn’t stay on for long as Edwards shoves Storm off of him and into the ropes. When Storm returns, Edwards knocks him down with a standing shoulder block. He then quickly drops down into a lateral press.

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Storm kicks out.

Edwards picks up Storm and places him in a side headlock. But it’s Storm that shoves him off into the ropes. When Edwards returns, he runs over Storm with another shoulder block. He quickly drops down into another lateral press.

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Storm kicks out.

Edward spicks up Storm and places him in a side headlock. Storm can be heard groaning as Edwards wrenches in the hold. The ref goes over and asks if he wants to give up. But Storm refuses. He then goes to shove Edwards off into the ropes. But Edwards keeps the hold locked on. So Storm wraps his arms around Edwards as he moves him into the ropes. He then goes to get a running start before shoving Edwards off into the far ropes. But Edwards keeps the hold locked on as he drops down to a knee. Edwards continues to wrench in the hold. The ref asks Storm again if he wants to give up. But just like last time, Storm refuses. As Storm tries to slowly battle back to a vertical base, Edwards is quick to throw him down with a side headlock takeover. Storm then quickly reaches up and reverses into a headscissors. Edwards then tries to escape with a kip up. But he can’t. After shifting around on the canvas, Edwards goes for another kip up. But again, it gets blocked as Storm keeps the headscissors locked on tight. He then slaps his thigh as he tightens the hold.

Edwards can be seen gritting his teeth while he groans. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But once again, he refuses. After slowly turning over onto his knees, Edwards reaches over and presses down on Storm’s thighs. After Edwards quickly slips out, he pops back to his feet, grabs Storms’ left leg and drops down into a leg grapevine. Storm can be seen grimacing as Edwards pulls back on the leg. The ref gets down and asks Storm if he wants to give up. But Storm refuses, Edwards arches back, increasing the pressure on the leg.

Storm can be seen shaking his head in between grabbing his hair with his hands. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. But once again, Storm refuses. He then uses his right leg to repeatedly kick away at Edwards. Once the hold is broken, both men scramble back to a vertical base. But Edwards beats him to the punch with a knee to the midsection. He then follows up with a high knee lift that knocks Storm back down. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Storm kicks out.

Edwards picks up Storm and applies another side headlock. After three shots to the ribs, Storm shoves Edwards off of him and into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Storm leapfrogs over him. Edwards then continues to run into the ropes. When Edwards returns, the crowd cheers when Storm knocks him down with a dropkick. He makes the cover.

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Edwards kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Storm with his first pin attempt of this contest, but it only gets two!

Storm picks up Edwards, moves him into the ropes and delivers three knife edge chops before going for an irish whip. But Edwards uses his free arm to hang onto the top rope. So Storm goes for another irish whip attempt. But again, it gets blocked. Edwards then quickly lets go of the rope, grabs Storm and tosses him against the ropes. The crowd cheers when Edwards unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the body. He then takes Storm and whips him into the far ropes. When Storm returns, Edwards throws out a lariat. But Storm ducks and runs into the ropes. When Storm comes back, Edwards throws him down with a snap powerslam. He hooks the leg for the cover.

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Storm gets his shoulder up.

Edwards sits up Storm, reaches down and locks on a cravat.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards with another submission applied to Storm. He’s really trying to ware down his opponent and keep this match at his pace.

The ref asks Storm if he wants to give up. But Storm refuses. As Storm slowly battles back to a vertical base, Edwards begins to nail him with repeated knees to the face before driving him down with a cravat cutter. He then pushes Storm over and makes the cover.

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Storm gets his shoulder up.

Edwards picks up Storm, moves him into the corner and delivers a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. He then takes Storm and whips him hard into the opposite corner. As Storm staggers from out of the corner, Edwards scoops him up for a pendulum backbreaker. But Storm counters with a tilt-a-whirl, lands right next to Edwards and rings him down with a russian leg sweep. The cheers continue as he rolls over and makes the cover.

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Edwards kicks out.

Storm picks up Edwards and goes for an irish whip. But Edwards reverses, sending Storm into the ropes. When Storm returns, he slides through Edwards’ legs. When Edwards turns around, Storm goes for an enzuigiri. But Edwards gets his left arm up, blocking the move. While still having a hold of Storm’s right leg, Edwards reaches down, hooks the leg leg and catapults him into the corner. After Storm crashes into the turnbuckles and stumbles back, Edwards turns him around before yanking him down with an Ace Crusher. He turns Storm over and makes the cover.

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Storm gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards with yet another nearfall. Storm continue to avoid the dreaded three count. As much as Edwards is cool under pressure, the inability to put away Storm has to be starting to get to him.

Edwards picks up Storm, moves him against the ropes and unloads on him with five forearm strikes to the face. While Storm tries to shake off the cobwebs, Edwards runs into the far ropes. When Edwards returns, Storm knocks him back with a front kick. Storm then uses the momentum to roll over the top rope and land on the apron. As Edwards heads back over to attack, Storm springboards onto the top rope, dives over onto Edwards’ shoulders and flips back for a hurricanrana. But Edwards counters with a folding powerbomb.

Geoff Penzer: What a counter by Edwards! The ref’s sliding into position...

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Storm kicks out, but Edwards uses the momentum to turn over into a crossface.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards smoothly flows from one advantageous position into another!

Edwards pulls back on the head and neck while Storm can be heard groaning in pain. The ref then gets down and asks Storm if he wants to give up. When he refuses to quit, Edwards begins to repeatedly yank back on the hold.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards is really starting to fight for that submission. Both of these men are competing over in Pride of Puroresu’s round robin tournament. I’m not advising Storm to give up. But maybe he has to think about trying to avoid further damage.

Edwards continue to pull back on the hold while Storm groans. The ref asks Storm if he wants to give up. But again, Storm refuses.

Crowd: “LET’S GO, STOOORM!!!”

Crowd: “MY HERO!!!”

Crowd: “LET’S GO, STOOORM!!!”

Crowd: “MY HERO!!!”

Crowd: “LET’S GO, STOOORM!!!”

Crowd: “MY HERO!!!”

Storm begins to feed off the energy of the crowd and uses his left arm to pull himself sideways. Edwards grits his teeth and pulls back as he tries to slow down Storm. But he only does so temporarily. Storm continue to fight through the pain as he slowly drags himself towards the side of the ring. He then blindly reaches his left arm over to the side… and grab onto the bottom rope. The ref then gives Edwards until a count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOU-

Edwards lets go. Edwards picks up Storm, leans him against the ropes and delivers a knife edge chop that doubles him over. But Edwards isn’t done. He pulls Storm back up by the hair, leans him against the ropes and delivers a blistering knife edge chop that drops Storm down to one knee. But again, Edwards isn’t done. He reaches down and slowly pulls up Storm by the hair before whipping him into the far ropes. When Storm returns, he throws out a bicycle knee strike. But Edwards sidesteps and swats his knee down. After Storm lands on his feet, Edwards quickly grabs him from behind and throws out the Second Gospel (Rainmaker Bicycle High Knee). But Storm catches his knee. While Edwards hops on one leg, Storm throws him down with a dragon screw leg whip before turning him over into a single leg crab.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards now finds himself on the receiving end of a submission!

Edwards groans while Storm keeps the hold locked on. The ref gets down and asks Edwards if he wants to give up. But Edwards shakes his head, refusing to quit. So Storm leans further back, increasing the pressure.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards brought this match to a slow pace as he tried to wear down Storm. But Storm battled back and now he’s in the driver seat!

Edwards groans through gritted teeth while Storm has him trapped in the center of the ring. The ref asks Edwards if he wants to give up. But once again, Edwards refuses. The Burning Heart tries to fight through the pain by pulling himself towards the ropes. But Storm drags him back towards the center of the ring before transitioning into a Muta Lock.

Geoff Penzer: Storm just switched over into another submission!

The ref gets down and asks Edwards if he wants to give up. When he refuses to quit, Storm begins yanking away on the head and neck.

Geoff Penzer: Storm is fighting like hell for the submission! But The Burning Heart will not tap out.

Edwards continues to groan while Storm continues to yank away on the hold. The ref asks him if he wants to give up. Edwards lifts his right arm up… and wags his finger at the ref. He then tries to fight through the pain while he drags himself towards the ropes. The crowd continues to cheer as The Burning Heart continues his trek towards the ropes. He then reaches out… and grabs the bottom rope, resulting in cheers and applause from the crowd. Storm then releases the hold before letting out a disappointed sigh.

Storm picks up Edwards, moves him into the corner and delivers a kick flurry in the corner. He then takes Edwards and goes for an irish whip. But Edwards reverses, sending him into the turnbuckles. After reaching down and massaging his knee, Edwards charges across the ring. But Storm counters with a back elbow to the face before following up with a springboard backflip into a reverse DDT. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Edwards gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Storm picks up Edwards and whips him into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Storm scoops Edwards up across his shoulder. He then tries to get him in position for a tombstone piledriver. But Edwards kicks his legs, causing Storm to lean back. Edwards then reverses and has Storm set up for a tombstone piledriver of his own. But before he can plant his opponent, Storm kicks his legs, forcing Edwards to lean back. The crowd cheers as Storm then reverses, gets Edwards in position and plants him with a tombstone piledriver. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Edwards gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Storm dropped him right on his head with that tombstone. But Edwards, somehow, gets his shoulder up!

Storm picks up Edwards and goes for an irish whip. But Edwards reverses, sending Storm towards the ropes. But instead of bouncing back, Storm uses the momentum to drop Edwards with the Storm Search (springboard cutter). The cheers continue as he pushes Edwards over and makes the cover.

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THRE-NO

The crowd cheers when Edwards gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another close call for The Burning Heart!

Storm picks up Edwards and throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Edwards duck, goes behind Storm and applies a waistlock. He lifts him up for a German Suplex. But Storm elbows him in the face on the way up. After Storm drops back down, he performs a standing switch and leaps up onto Edwards’ shoulders for a reverse hurricanrana. But Edwards pushes Storm off of his shoulders. After Storm lands in front of Edwards, the crowd cheers when he grabs “Your Hero And Mine” and delivers a bridging German Suplex.

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Storm gets his shoulder up.

But Edwards doesn't let go! He turns over, pulls Storm back up to his feet and delivers another bridging German Suplex.

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Storm gets his shoulder up.

Again, Edwards doesn’t let go! He turns over, pulls Storm back up, transitions into a half nelson and follows up with the Halfcut (release half nelson suplex). The cheers continue as he goes over, pushes Storm over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Storm gets his shoulder up. Edwards looks over at the ref. The official holds up two fingers at Edwards.

Geoff Penzer: How close was that? I thought Storm was done after those succession of suplexes. But no!

Edwards picks up Storm and goes for an irish whip. But Storm reverses, sending Edwards into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Storm goes for a back body drop. Edwards sees it coming, so he counters with a sunset flip. But Storm is able to roll through it, only to roll back over into a jackknife pin.

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Edwards bridges up, turns over and lifts up Storm for a powerbomb.

As soon as Storm gets lifted onto Edwards’ shoulders, Storm begins to hammer away with right hands. Edwards begins to stumble back towards the ropes while Storm continues to hammer away with punches to the head. He then spins around and flips back,. Shrieks are heard from the crowd as both grapplers are sent over the top rope with a reverse hurricanrana.

While Edwards crashes onto the floor, Storm hangs onto the top rope. He then “skins the cat,” pulling himself over the top rope and back into the ring. Storm then steps back before dropping down to one knee while he looks to the outside.

Geoff Penzer: Storm pulled out a counter at the last second with the reverse hurricanrana. Now he’s got Edwards on the outside. But what is he looking for next?

As Edwards starts to pick himself up on the outside, Storm returns to his feet and runs into the ropes. When Storm returns, the crowd explodes with cheers as he runs full steam ahead, hurls himself over the top rope and flattens Edwards with a somersault dive.

Geoff Penzer: Storm wipes out Edwards with that huge dive to the outside! Unbelievable!

Storm picks up Edwards and rolls him back inside. He then rolls back in and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Edwards gets his shoulder up.

Storm picks up Edwards and nails him with right and left open hand slaps, followed by an elbow smash to the face, followed by a shoot kick to the leg, followed by a spinning backfist. He then goes to pivot and throw out a discus clothesline. But Edwards ducks and counters with the Halfcut Kai (release reverse exploder suplex). The cheers continue as he pulls over Storm and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Storm gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Edwards picks up Storm and whips him into the ropes. When Storm returns, spittle flies out of Storm’s mouth after Edwards nails him with a European Uppercut. He then turns Storm around and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Storm rolls over his shoulder and lands on his feet. Edwards then turns around and throws out a spinning backfist. But Storm ducks. When Edwards turns around…

Geoff Penzer: Pelé Kick!!!

Storm returns to his feet before running into the ropes. When Storm returns, he goes for a running Shooting Star Press. But Edwards rolls out of the way, causing Storm to crash onto the canvas. Edwards then returns to his feet, pulls Storm up from behind and plants him with a backdrop suplex. While Storm is face down on the mat, Edwards steps out onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckles.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards went for something high risk the last time out and he didn’t connect! Will the high risk attempt pay off this time?

Edwards leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt to the back of the shoulder. He then pushes Storm over and makes the cover.

Geoff Penzer: It does! It does! He makes the cover!

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The crowd cheers when Storm gets his shoulder up. Cheers and applause can be heard for both men.

Geoff Penzer: What a contest we are seeing unfold here tonight, ladies and gentlemen!

Edwards picks up Storm, hooks his left arm around Storm’s shoulder, hooks Storm’s left leg with his other arm to set up for the Foxfire (fisherman buster). But Storm quickly counters with a small package.

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Edwards shifts his weight over onto Storm.

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Storm shifts his weight back over onto Edwards

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Edwards shifts his weight back over onto Storm.

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The bell sounds.

Geoff Penzer: Edwards did it! He’s won it!

The crowd cheers when “My Name Is Human” hits the speakers. But the music quickly dies down when the referee waves it off. He then heads to the outside and talks to Melanie Sierra. Back inside, Storm sits up and looks defeated while Edwards walking over to the ropes and holds his arm in the air.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me at this time that a decisive fall could not be reached in the allotted time for this matchup. Therefore, this contest has been ruled a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

The crowd erupts with boos at the decision. Storm drops his head while Edwards slowly lowers his arm.

Geoff Penzer: The fans have once again been robbed of a conclusion between Mark Storms and James Edwards. As bad as I feel for the fans, I feel even worse for them. Maybe one day we’ll find out who the better wrestler is between those two.

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Amanda Johnson is waiting outside of a locker room; the door swings open to reveal one half of the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Peaches, who looks set for her upcoming match.

Peaches: Hey there, Amanda.

Amanda Johnson: Peaches, just who I was hoping to find.

Peaches: Walk an’ talk?

She says, signalling the direction in which she wants to walk. The pair of them continue walking down the corridor as they talk.

Amanda Johnson: First things first, a huge win for you last week on Vertigo.

Peaches: They’re all huge wins at this stage, Amanda. But anythin’ where I beat a Keister an’ an Elysian is fine by me, you know.

Amanda Johnson: I can imagine. And it probably has you feeling good about your shot at the FGA World Tag Team titles–

Peaches: Damn right.

Amanda Johnson: But tonight, you’re not teaming with Dan. You’ll be alongside Terrific Terrence Tillman: does that bother you at all?

Peaches laughs at the question.

Peaches: Nah, not really. You know me an’ Terrence had our differences back in LDFC or 3GW, but we’re past that. It’s gonna be different though, havin’ to rely on someone other than Dan…

Amanda nods, understanding the quandary in which Peaches finds herself. But the Georgia native shrugs her shoulders with a chuckle.

Peaches: …but I think we can both agree that kickin’ Macy and Jaelynn’s asses comes first! An’ I’d be lyin’ if I’d said I hadn’t been waitin’ for this opportunity again; ever since Showdown in the Sun when me an’ Dan managed to beat her an’ Dom. Ever since that Thursday Night Challenge when Macy an’ Jaelynn beat me an’ Susan Kent. I been waitin’, Amanda, an’ that waits ‘bout to come to an end. An’ Keister, Elysian Empire, watch an’ see what I can do even when I ain’t got Dan by my side, even when it ain’t a triple threat match. ‘Cause soon enough y’all gonna be seein’ that one more time. An’ that’ll end when me an’ Dan lift those belts up above our heads!

With that Peaches and Amanda carry on walking, and the scene cuts back to ringside for the beginning of this tag team match.

[FGA Office]

Macy Dover and Jaelynn Ramsey vs. Terrence Tillman and Peaches

"Shit Shots Count" by The Drive By Truckers begins playing as Peaches bursts through the curtain with her arms outstretched to each side. She spins around as she slowly moves down the aisle, soaking in the crowd's cheers before picking up the pace.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Fayetteville, Georgia… PEEAAACHESSS!!!

As Peaches climbs up the ring steps she removes her plaid shirt, tossing it to a fan in the audience, before finally vaulting over the top rope as she waits for the match to start.

Geoff Penzer: Earlier this afternoon, it was announced that Peaches and Dan Herrera would be challenging for the Tag Titles alongside The Keisters. But before she can get to that tag match, she’s got this one to worry about. Both her and Terrence Tillman haven’t always been on the best of terms. But the 3GW alum were able to bury the hatchet as they look to get a victory over two familiar foes.

As the beginning horn sound that starts “Forever” blasts through the arena, Terrence Tillman runs out to the stage. Running back and forth shouting and waving his arms in the air motioning for the fans to get on their feet. He stops in the center and stretches his arms out to either side shouting “It’s Time” at the top of his lungs. Tillman starts his march to the ring with a smile on his face, slapping hands of the kids in the audience letting out an occasional “Wooo!” or “Yeah baby!”

Melanie Sierra: And her opponent, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is “Terrific” TERREEEENCE TILLLLLMAAAAAN!!!

Tillman rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and runs to each corner pointing to the fans, clapping his hands, and feeding off the crowd reaction.

Geoff Penzer: Terrence Tillman earned himself a title match at a championship he arguably should have never been stripped of in the first place. Macy Dover has been keeping that belt hostage since the dissolution of 3GW during the spring. But Dover will finally be forced to defend the championship against Triple T at All-Star Showdown Six!

"No Regrets" by the Sohodolls begins to play throughout the venue. A small cloud of smoke appears on stage, outlining the silhouette of a petite woman. The woman, revealed to be Jaelynn Ramsey walks through the cloud and onto the ramp.

Melanie Sierra: And their opponents! First, from Oakland, California… JAAAAEEEELYYYNN RAAAAAMSEYYYY!!!

She walks down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. She then walks up the steel steps, entering through the ring ropes. As the music fades out, she backs into a turnbuckle, doing a last second stretch before go-time.

Geoff Penzer: Jaelynn Ramsey once again finds herself on the other side of the ring against Peaches. These two have been thorns in each others side since their 3GW days. They will once again have the chance to trade punches here in this one. Over the past few months, no one has been able to irritate Peaches quite like Ramsey. You can expect for Jae to try and get in Peaches’ headspace once again in this contest.

Anyway we up in this motherfucker,
Security fucking with me, telling me to stop standing on the god damn couches
Now motherfucker, you could get hurt

Turn Down for What!

"Turn Down For What" by Upon a Burning Body & Ice T begins to blare over the PA system as Ice T yells over the pumping guitars. Out onto the ramp walks Macy Dover stopping to look around the arena for a second at the top of the ramp. Her hands clenched by her side, she listens to the boos rain down on her and shakes her head. She then begins walking down the ramp.

Melanie Sierra: And her partner, from National City, California! She is the reigning FGA 15 Champion! She is “The Bulldover” MAAAACYYYYY DOOOOVERRRRR!!!

A few younger fans reach out their hands hoping she'll reach out and give them a high five, but she ignores them as she makes her way to the ring. She then walks over to the stairs walking up them before swinging around the turnbuckle. On the apron she wipes her feet before dropping into the ring between the top and middle rope. She walks over to the referee to have him check her before going to her corner and waiting for the match to start.

Geoff Penzer: The reigning 15 Champion recently found herself falling victim to Triple T in non-title action. But at All-Star Showdown Six, she has her chance for some payback against Tillman when her title is put on the line.

The bell sounds as Ramsey and Peaches start things off for their respective sides. The two former 3GW rivals can be seen arguing as they circle the ring. But instead of locking up with Peaches, Ramsey turns and tags in Macy Dover. The crowd boos at Ramsey opting to tag out instead of fighting Peaches.

The boos continue as Dover gets in the ring. Both her and Peaches begin to circle the ring. Peaches is ready to lock up. But Dover stops and points over at Terrence Tillman.

Geoff Penzer: It looks like at least one person on that side isn’t afraid of mixing it up with their foe.

Peaches turns to the crowd as she points over at Triple T. Upon hearing the cheers from the crowd, Peaches goes over and tags in Tillman. The crowd cheers as Tillman slingshots into the ring. Both he and the 15 Champion begin to circle the ring before Dover stops, turns and tags in Ramsey. The crowd boos when Ramsey gets back in.

Geoff Penzer: Come on now! What are these two doing?

Tillman places his hands on his hips as he looks over at Dover. Tillman shakes his head before turning his attention back to Ramsey. The two grapplers circle the ring before going for a lock up. After jockeying for position, Ramsey slaps on a side headlock. But Tillman is quick to shove Ramsey off of him and into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Tillman leapfrogs over her. Ramsey then continues to run into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, the crowd cheers when Tillman throws her down with a hip toss. Ramsey gets back up, but Tillman is quick to knock her back down with a dropsault. As Ramsey picks herself back up, Tillman grabs her and brings her down to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. Ramsey is able to reverse into a headscissors. But Triple T is able to escape with a kip up. As Ramsey scrambles back to her fete, Tillman slaps on a side headlock. After a few shots to the ribs, Ramsey pushes Tillman off of her and into the ropes. When Tillman returns, Ramsey grabs him, runs and throws him through the ropes. The crowd boos as Ramsey turns and holds her arms in the air. But unbeknownst to her, Tillman landed safely on the apron. When Ramsey turns around, her eyes widen with shock as Tillman runs over and knocks her down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Ramsey kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Ramsey took her eyes off her opponent and it nearly cost her!

Tillman picks up Ramsey, wrenches her arm, drags her over towards the corner and tags Peaches back in. Ramsey tries to run away at Peaches climbs up onto the top rope. But Tillman keeps her held in place. Peaches then jumps off and delivers a diving double ax handle smash. She then delivers an arm wrench of her own. But the cheers turn to boos when Ramsey rakes her eyes with her free hand. She then takes Peaches, sends her flipping down to the canvas with an arm wrench and follows up with an elbow drop. She makes the cover.

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Peaches kicks out.

Ramsey picks up Peaches, marches into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle before tagging in The Bulldover. The boos continue as Dover gets in and unleashes a series of shoulder thrusts that nearly drive the air out of Peaches. She then brings Peaches from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Peaches returns, Dover lunges forward and knocks her down with a battering ram. She makes the cover.

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: That hard heabdutt shot to the chest nearly knocked the wind out of Peaches. But the Peach State Cutie was able to get her shoulder up.

Dover picks up Peaches, knocks her back into the corner with a European Uppercut and tags Ramsey back in. The boos continue as Ramsey gets in and puts the boots to Peaches before choking her with her foot.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Ramsey reluctantly lets go. She then brings Peaches from out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. When Peaches returns, Ramsey goes for a back body drop. But Peaches slips down from behind. She then grabs Ramsey, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor. As Ramsey picks herself up off the floor, the crowd cheers as Peaches bounces against the ropes, runs across the ring, leaps through the ropes and knocks her down with a suicide dive.

Geoff Penzer: Peaches just took out Ramsey with that dive to the outside!

While Peaches and Ramsey are on the outside, Dover and Tillman slowly get in the ring.

Geoff Penzer: And now the 15 Champion and her top contender are about to go at it!

Dover and Tillman run towards the center of the ring and begin trading fists to an explosion of cheers from the crowd. The cheers continue as Tillman gains the upperhand. He begins to knock Dover back closer and closer towards the ropes with each punch. While Dover is dazed, Tillman turns and runs towards the ropes. When Tillman returns, he clotheslines Dover over the top rope and to the floor.

On the outside, Peaches picks up Ramsey and rolls her back into the ring. She then rolls herself back in and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Ramsey kicks out.

Peaches picks up Ramsey, goes over and tags Tillman back in. Once Tillman gets in, he doubles Ramsey over with a boot to the midsection. He then takes Ramsey and whips her into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Tillman goes for a back body drop. But Ramsey stops and counters with a facebuster. She turns Tillman over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Ramsey picks up Tillman, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tillman around and delivering several kicks to the midsection, Ramsey takes Triple T and goes for an irish whip. But Tillman reverses, sending her into the turnbuckles. Tillman then then runs, jumps and goes for a corner splash. But Ramsey moves out of the way, causing Tillman to crash into the turnbuckles. As Tillman stumbles back, Ramsey rolls him up with a schoolboy.

ONE!
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Ramsey gets her feet on the middle ropes.
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TWO!
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THR-NO!

Tillman kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Ramsey nearly stole this match from Tillman and Peaches!

Ramsey takes Tillman and rakes him across the eyes before bringing him back over towards her corner. After tagging Dover back in, the Bulldover gets in and doubles Tillman over with a punch to the midsection. After shoving Tillman from behind into the ropes, Ramsey drapes his arms across the top rope while Dover lifts up his legs and delivers a hard kick to the midsection. She then brings Tillman away from the ropes before delivering a russian leg sweep. She makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Dover picks up Tillman and knocks him into the ropes after a back elbow to the face. She then goes over and nails Tillman with a European Uppercut… then another. She then goes for an irish whip. But Tillman reverses, sends Dover into the far ropes and then bounces against the near ropes. When they both return, Tillman knocks her down with a clothesline. Dover gets up, only to get knocked back down by another clothesline. When the Bulldover returns to her feet, Tillman doubles her over with a boot to the midsection, stands her up with a knee lift and then drops her down to a knee after a roundhouse kick. He then goes to run into the ropes, but Ramsey knees him in the back. As Tillman staggers away from the ropes, Dover gets up and knocks him down with a Bionic Elbow. She then picks up Tillman, scoops her up across her shoulder and delivers a Samoan Drop before tagging Ramsey back in. The crowd boos as Ramsey ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Geoff Penzer: Ramsey’s looking to put this match away at she ascends to the top turnbuckle!

Once Ramsey gets to the top, she goes for Down By The Jae (Moonsault). But Tillman lifts his legs up and kicks her out of the air on the way down.

Geoff Penzer: Tillman countered the moonsault!

Ramsey is curled up on the mat while Tillman slowly tries to pick himself back up. Once Ramsey gets to her feet, Tillman heads over and knocks her down with the Chin Checka (savate kick). He then falls down on top of Ramsey and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Ramsey gets her shoulder up.

Tillman picks up Ramsey and lifts her up for a brainbuster. But Ramsey slips down from behind. She then grabs Tillman and goes for a bulldog. But Tillman shoves her off of him and into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, the crowd cheers when Tillman delivers the Top Tier Takedown (leaping reverse STO). Tillman rolls over and tags in Peaches. The cheers continue as Peaches ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Geoff Penzer: Now it’s Peaches that’s looking to end this contest!

Once Ramsey returns to her feet and turns around, Peaches flattens her with the Booty Drop (top rope seated senton). She reaches back and hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

The crowd boos when Dover nails Peaches with a bicycle kick to the face.

While Dover heads back out onto the apron, Ramsey slowly turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

Ramsey picks up Peaches and goes for an irish whip. But Peaches reverses, sending Ramsey into the ropes. When Ramsey returns, Peaches throws her down with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Ramsey gets her shoulder up.

Peaches takes Ramsey and whips her into the turnbuckles. She then runs across the ring, hops onto Ramsey and monkey flips her out of the corner. As Ramsey slowly gets up and turns around, the crowd cheers when Peaches runs from out of the corner, lunges over and spears Ramsey.

Geoff Penzer: Ramsey nearly got speared right out of her shoes!

Dover then gets in the ring to attack Peaches. But Tillman runs over and cuts her off with a clothesline. Dover gets back up, only to get knocked back down by a dropkick from Peaches. As the 15 Champion gets back to her feet, Peaches and Tillman run over and deliver a double clothesline, sending Dover over the top rope. As they return to face Ramsey, Dover lands on her feet instead of crashing onto the floor. She then quickly reaches back inside, yanks Tillman down to the mat and drags him to the outside. After a hard knee to the midsection, she takes Tillman and tosses him over towards the announce table, sending Triple T rolling across the table and taking out Penzer.

Geoff Penzer: GSHKFJJHFFJ!!!

Back inside, Peaches nails Ramsey with a hard forearm strike. She then turns and runs towards the ropes. As Dover climbs up on the apron, Peaches goes to knock her off. But Dover quickly hops back down. Before Peaches can turn around, Ramsey quickly rolls her up from behind with an O’Connor Roll.

ONE!
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Ramsey hooks the tights with both hands.
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TWO!
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THREE!

The crowd boos when “No Regrets” hits the speakers.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, JAELYNN RAMSEY and MACY DOVER!

The boos continue as Ramsey and Dover raise each other's arms in victory. Peaches motions to the ref that Ramsey hooked her tights. But the ref tells her that he never saw anything.

[FGA Office]

(Chandler Scott is standing by in front of an FGA backdrop)

Chandler Scott: Over the past few months, I think I've heard the phrase "New Leaf" uttered more times than I'd ever heard it previously in my life. And you would think that after a certain point, Dom Harter would stop having to explain himself. Harter has told everyone that would listen that he's turned over a new leaf... that's he's a new and improved version of himself. Yet the accusations continue to fly. The skeptics and critics still remain. After a certain point, you would think that Harter would stop defending himself. If his words were true, you would think that Harter would just tell everyone that he's done bending over backwards for them. You would think that he'd tell everyone that he's done trying to prove himself to everyone else. At some point, he would stop fighting back and would simply let his actions speak for themselves. But the more Harter continues to shout... the more easily he gets triggered, that tells me everything I need to know:

Dom Harter is full of it.

(Chandler shakes his head)

Chandler Scott: Of course, you all already know that. I know some of you are easily wooed by his charm. I know that some of you would rather ignore all the evidence in front of you because you want to give him the benefit of the doubt. The man claims that he doesn't want to inspire more people like The Murder. But I guess we'll just ignore the fact that last year, he and two masked assailants (who are easily identifiable if you think about it) were chasing Izzy Anders throughout the halls with baseball bats in hand. He claims that he's never tried to take a shortcut or try to injure someone. But I guess we'll just conveniently ignore him going after and trying to re-injure my surgically repaired arm last year in the Frontier Lions Cup. I guess we'll just ignore him never passing up a chance to sh*t all over wrestlers that have long since been gone from this company because he can't help but be petty. I guess we'll just ignore him continuing to double down on his douchebaggery. I guess we'll just forget him dismissing the Mid-Atlantic Title as something "beneath him" once he got done padding his stats.

But I get it, Dom. I get it. "I turned over a new leaf, I didn't turn into a p****y." Your words, right?

(Chandler gestures to the camera, as if asking Dom directly.)

Chandler Scott: Well that's news to me. Because from where I'm standing? You're the same bitch that you've always been.

I've been calling this whole charade a long con for awhile now. I don't know what your end game is and to be frank? I really don't care. But I know this. When you finally reveal your true self and everyone else ends up shocked and heartbroken, I won't say "I told you so!" I wont even tell them "you should've known better!" I'm simply going to shake my head and keep it moving.

These words, they sound like words that have been thrown your way by a rival that you and I have in common. And in your head right now, Dom, I know what you're saying. You're saying there's no way that a guy like me would ever, EVER side with the likes of Jimmy Page. Especially after everything he did to me and my family. And you would be right. It still is, has and always will be "F Jimmy Page". But guess what? It still is, has and always will be "F Dom Harter", too. That may be an unpopular opinion. That may get me boos. So be it. But in the end, I'll be proven right when that mask of yours finally comes off.

Throughout this week, you've continued to needle me. You've continued to try and poke and prod. All week, you've been jumping and down, demanding that I give you my attention. Well let me ask you something. Do you remember what happened the last time someone sought my attention? He got the brakes beaten off of him, his jaw shattered and was put out of action for six months.

Tonight, Harter, you get my undivided attention.

Tonight, I will prove that Harder does in fact NOT hit Harter. And in the end, every head will bow and every tongue will confess that Chandler... Reigns...





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★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

RECORDED FRIDAY, JUNE 2ND
HENDERSON, NEVADA

We cut to a pre-recorded segment where we appear to be in Evan Envi’s home-- familiar to some as his Henderson, Nevada home, just a few dozen miles from Las Vegas. Our camera initially only shows Amanda Johnson… before it slowly pans out, revealing the nearly unrecognizable, body-cast-clad Chief, Evan Envi. Envi is propped up against an industrial dolly, positioned toward the camera.

Amanda Johnson: ...Evan, good afternoon. On behalf of everyone back at the office, I wanted you to know that, um, being in the state that you’re in, it means a lot to us that you’re giving us this time today.


A heavy sigh (muffled by the limited amount of space) it has to come through follows.

Evan Envi: That’s just the kind of man I am. All I know how to do is give, give, give.

Amanda Johnson: Right. Well, I guess the first thing I wanted to tackle here is this-- your condition.

Evan Envi: What about it?

Amanda Johnson: What’s the exact nature of your injuries?

Evan Envi: Wha-- WHAT THE HECK DOES IT LOOK LIKE?!

Amanda Johnson: I mean…

The interviewer looks away for a moment, taking a short breath before proceeding with the question.

Amanda Johnson: A lot of our sources, including the company’s own doctors and physicians advised that you didn’t need the body cast. To our understanding, you didn’t suffer any broken bones during the incident. Although assisted, you were even able to walk back to the trainer’s room and out of the arena that night. So… why the big show now?

Evan Envi: ...Frank, reposition me.

Walking into frame is a man that towers over six-foot-six. Without a word, he repositions the dolly that Evan is propped up on, turning it to directly face Amanda.

Evan Envi: You have some nerve, coming into the Chief’s house, questioning the Chief’s morals, questioning the Chief’s ethics. What the heck are you even insinuating, Johnson?

Amanda Johnson: I’m just putting a voice behind the questions a lot of our fans are asking. And our fans are asking if the body cast is a publicity stunt.

Evan Envi: ...Frank, I’m gasping. Gesticulate for me. I’m in a freaking body cast.

Frank gasps loudly, throwing a hand over his heart, jaw dropping.

Evan Envi: LIKE FRANK’S FACE DISPLAYS, I AM OUTRAGED! Amanda… Amanda, if you’re looking for the culprit behind a publicity stunt then look no farther than Noelle Smith. She’s the one that put me here without remorse. She’s the one that went out of her way to destroy my livelihood.

Amanda nods a bit, raising a finger.

Amanda Johnson: And that’s somebody I wanted to bring up. Noelle Smith, your longtime rival and… ex-girlfriend, has been a--

Evan Envi: A thorn in my side for way too long? I couldn’t agree more, Amanda. It’s kind of ridiculous when I sit back and think about it. I mean, I beat Noelle Smith at Grapple Kingdom. I survived her “Anyone But Evan” crap at Only the Strong Survive. And despite her trying to murder me during a tag team match last month, hurling me recklessly over the balcony, I’m here, alive, sucking up my pain, being brave for YOU to give you the pulse-pounding story. And you know what Noelle gets for putting the Chief here in this plaster prison?

Evan takes a breath.

Evan Envi: She gets to main event against a champion, the magnificent AMIRA. She get rewarded for robbing city after city of a National Treasure. Frank, could you demonstrate how that makes me feel? Please.

Frank’s face turns red and he fixes a look of anger upon Amanda, shaking with rage.

Evan Envi: Thank you, Frank.

Evan Envi clears his throat and goes on.

Evan Envi: You wanna know something that Noelle said to Sadie a few weeks back that irked me a little bit? She… she said, before she went onto defeat my protege, that I had undersold Noelle. She said that I downplayed the kind of threat she was and the kind of competitor she was. Noelle decided in her head that because I call her a “Groupie”, a term that really seems to rub her the wrong way, that I didn’t think she was a credible wrestler. And that’s simply not true.

Frank shakes his head, emphasizing Evan’s words.

Evan Envi: For years, I watched how Noelle trained. In the beginning, before I knew what she was capable of, I trained with Noelle Smith. I didn’t just hype Sadie up because I’m naive. I didn’t try to build her up to mislead her when she went one-on-one with Noelle, Amanda. I was trying to get her there. And maybe she wasn't ready. Maybe…

There is a short pause before Envi goes on.

Evan Envi: And maybe I didn't prove myself four months ago when I defeated her the first time. Maybe the powers-that-be put us together over and over again because the win wasn't decisive-- I dunno. Maybe, despite history, despite everything, people truly think that Noelle Smith is better than me.

Pause.

Evan Envi: Maybe she is.

Amanda looks a bit surprised by the statement and begins to say something, but Evan interrupts.

Evan Envi: I find it hard to believe, but how can you blame me for questioning it, right? Just… why else would she be out there in the main event while I’m… here. Immobile. After donating my very being to FGA for the past year, I’m sitting across from you, explaining why I don’t have the FGA Pride Championship around my waist. Why? Shake your head in frustration, Frank.

Frank shakes his head in frustration.

Evan Envi: I understand that Noelle has been here for much longer and she’s got much more to show for it. I understand how much she’s grown as a competitor since she came here in 2014. I understand that she’s training everyday to be stronger than she was the day before, but I don’t care. I really don’t care. I’m no longer interested in watching the growth of Noelle Smith. I don’t want to be another footnote in her story. But no matter how many matches I beat her in, no matter how many-- I dunno-- Battle Royals I throw her out of, I’m… haha… I’m led back, back into the same cycle, back into war with Noelle Smith and I know when I come out of this… when I get back to FGA… it’s gonna happen again. So maybe…

The camera pans in a bit on the plaster cast of Evan Envi that leaves everything except for his eyes and mouth hidden.

Evan Envi: So maybe I did lead her up that balcony. Maybe I was gonna throw her off. Maybe I did plan on having her be the one to sit here, conducting this interview with you.

Amanda Johnson: But she isn’t.

Evan’s response isn’t visible, but Frank Martel offers a bitter smirk in his place, clearly able to feel the energy radiating from his Chief.

Evan Envi: But she isn’t, Amanda.

Amanda Johnson: So what is your plan moving forward then? What do you do after you return?

Frank sighs deeply in Evan’s place and Evan Envi goes on.

Evan Envi: Confront my situation head-on.

Amanda Johnson: And... what does that entail? Specifically.

Evan Envi: Camp Envi is in the business of making miracles happen. So by some miracle, I will hatch from this body cast like a newborn baby chief. I want Noelle Smith in a one-on-one match at All-Star Showdown. And for those that think this is a redemption story for Noelle Smith to finally get one over on Envi, NOPE. This… this is when I put my past exactly where it belongs and I move forward to do what I’ve been trying to do for the past four years and that’s get some gold around my waist. I’m going to put my career back on track and people are gonna talk about Envi-- not like a joke, and not like just another part of the show-- but like a megastar. A mega… megastar, Amanda. That is what this specifically entails. I am so done being made into a jo… ugh… Frank. Reposition me toward the camera. Please.

Frank, without question, gets behind the dolly and repositions it to face the camera. He drops it forward a bit abruptly, having to reach forward and pull Envi back so he doesn’t fall over.

Evan Envi: ...done being made into a joke. Some people have forgotten that I’m focused and when I’m healthy I am one of the greatest wrestlers alive today. And I’ve let blood-feuds and jealousy and pettiness get in my way. And Noelle, I admit-- I stepped over my own feet trying to get rid of you. And maybe it was in my own head. But I don’t need to get rid of you. I don’t need to cripple you. I don’t need to put you in this.

The camera pans forward to Envi.

Evan Envi: But just once, and for all, I’m going to hurt you. I need to hurt you.

A deep breath.

Evan Envi: So one last time, on a stage where it counts, I will. I will.

With a silence that fills the house, the camera slowly fades away on the steady gaze of Evan Envi.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
Chandler Scott vs. Dom Harter

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the some of crowd begin to boo, while others cheer. After ten seconds or so, Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain. He throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he begins to stride down the aisle, soaking in the reaction that are coming from the fans here in Uncasville.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Cambridge, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 225 pounds! He is “The Tenacious Little Bastard” DOOOOOM HAAAARRRTERRRR!!!

Harter climbs up the ring steps and climbs in through the middle rope; once inside the squared circle, Harter climbs up to the middle rope, posing for the fans as he waits for the match to start.

Geoff Penzer: Dom Harter has a date with rival Jimmy Page at All-Star Showdown Six. But that encounter is still a few weeks away. This weekend is huge for The Tenacious Little Bastard. Tomorrow night, he has the chance become the HKW World Champion if he defeats champion Felicity Banks and fellow challenger Jinzai at HKW’s “Control” pay per view. Tonight, he has the opportunity to avenge his loss to Chandler Scott from last year’s Frontier Lion’s Cup tournament. Harter has gone on record as saying he’d going to spoil the huge main event between Scott and Banks at All-Star Showdown Six. It’s a tall order. But if anyone could pull all of that off, it’s someone as tenacious as Harter.

The lights dim as the sound of a guitar plays throughout the arena. Multi-colored lasers soon begin to shoot out from the stage. Once their attention has been captured, the crowd turns to the entryway to prepare for the man that's about to walk out. At the 25 second mark, “Animal Ghosts” bursts through the speakers. Chandler Scott steps through the curtain with outstretched arms to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Melanie Sierra: And his opponent, from Hyannis, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 222 pounds! He is CHAAAANDLERRRR SCOOOOTTTT!!!

Chandler swaggers his way down to the ring and slaps hands with the fans along the way, he rolls himself into the ring as the lights come back on. Chandler times his ascension onto the middle ropes with the beginning of the chorus. The crowd sings along with the chorus while Chandler, flips his good back and poses with his arms stretched. When the chorus ends, Chandler hops off the middle ropes, turns and lands on his feet. He begins slipping off his leather jacket and tosses it to the outside as he waits the opening bell.

Geoff Penzer: Things definitely got tense the last time Scott and Banks were in the same arena. During her match with bean Bands, Banks was constantly distracted by the presence of Scott, who was at ringside providing guest commentary. Then during the AfterBurn for that show, Banks wasn’t shy about suggesting that Scott was trying to steal her spotlight, which is a claim that was thrown at Scott earlier this year. Hopefully things will be more civil between those two as next week on Vertigo, we will have the official contract signing between Banks and Scott for All-Star Showdown Six.

The bell sounds as both men stare at each other from opposite corners. The crowd here in Uncasville, CT it at a fever pitch as they’re about to witness to of FGA’s best ever going at it once again. With both men being fan favorites, the crowd is split right down the middle.

Crowd: LET’S GO CHANDLER!!!

Crowd: HARTER HITS HARDER!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO CHANDLER!!!

Crowd: HARTER HITS HARDER!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO CHANDLER!!!

Crowd: HARTER HITS HARDER!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO CHANDLER!!!

Crowd: HARTER HITS HARDER!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO CHANDLER!!!

Crowd: HARTER HITS HARDER!!!

Geoff Penzer: The crowd here in Uncasville are hanging from the rafters! There’s that much excitement in the air for this long-awaited rematch.

Both men slowly make their way towards the center of the ring. Harter, with his signature smirk on his face, offer Scott a handshake. But his hand quickly gets slapped out of the way, which causes some members of the crowd to go “Oooooh!” The smirk soon fades as Harter narrows his eyes at Scott. Scott can be seen mouthing something to Harter. But Harter disagrees by continuously shaking his head. Scott lands the first strike with a punch to the face. Harter answers back with a punch of his own. Scott then delivers another right hand. Harter comes right back with a punch of his own. Scott connects with yet another right hand. Harter answers back with another punch of his own. Scott throws out another punch, but Harter blocks and counters with a punch of his own. Scott throws out another punch. But again, Harter blocks and counters with a punch of his own. The crowd continues to cheer as Harter unleashes a flurry of punches. Each punch knocks Scott closer and closer towards the ropes. After shoving Scott into the corner, Harter climbs up onto the middle ropes and punches him while the crowd counts along.

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEV-

Scott grabs a hold of Harter, runs from out of the corner and delivers an inverted atomic drop. While Harter is doubled over, Scott turns and runs into the far ropes. When Scott returns, Harter grabs him by the back of the neck, runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor. Harter heads towards the ropes while Scott lays sprawled out on the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Scott’s plan of attack was foil after Harter countered and chucked him to the outside!

As Harter steps away from the ropes, he turns, rolls to the outside and picks up Scott. After slamming him face-first onto the apron, he shoves Scott back inside. Once Harter rolls himself back in, he makes the cover.

ONE!
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Scott kicks out.

Harter picks up Scott, moves him into the corner and delivers a stinging knife-edge chop. After two more chops, he takes Scott by the wrist, leads him out of the corner and knocks him down with a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Scott kicks out.

Harter picks up Scott and whips him into the ropes. When Scott returns, Harter throws out a lariat. But Scott ducks and runs into the far ropes. When Scott comes back, Harter throws out a back elbow to the face. But again, Scott ducks and runs into the ropes. When Scott comes back, he goes for a crossbody block. But Harter counters with a powerslam. The cheers continue while hooks the leg.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Once again, Harter is able to counter Scott’s plan of attack!

Harter picks up Scott and wrenches his arm before applying a standing armbar. The ref asks Scott if he wants to give up. But Scott refuses. After using his free arm to move Harter over against the ropes, the ref gives Harter until the count of five to break the hold.

Ref: ONE… TWO…. THREE… FOUR…

As soon as Harter lets go, Scott nails him with a kick to the midsection. After another kick to the midsection, Scott nails Harter with two European Uppercuts before running into the far ropes. When Scott returns, Harter ducks and dumps him over the top rope. Harter walks towards the center of the ring thinking that Scott crashed on the floor. But unbeknownst to him, Scott landed safely on the apron.

Geoff Penzer: Turn around, Harter! Turn around!

Scott runs across the apron, runs up to the top turnbuckle and crouches down. When Harter turns around, Scott stands up, leaps off and knocks him down with a frog splash crossbody.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Harter kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Scott connects with the high risk move! But it only gets two!

Scott picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott sets up for a back body drop. So Harter counters with a kick to the chest. While Scott stands up, Harter turns and runs back into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott knocks him down with a back elbow to the face. He makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Harter kicks out.

Scott picks up Harter, moves him into the corner and delivers a blistering knife edge chop. He then nails Harter with another knife edge chop… and another… and another. After getting slapped across the face, Harter quickly grabs Scott, tosses him into the corner and sends him slumping down with a barrage of forearm smashes. Once Scott is in a seated position, the cheers continue while Harter delivers mudhole stomps to the chest before choking Scott with his foot. The ref gives him until the count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Harter reluctantly lets go. He then reaches down, picks up Scott and doubles him over with a hard right hand to the midsection. After cracking Scott with a forearm smash to the face, Harter nails him with a punch that causes him to stagger away from the ropes. But Harter doesn’t let him get away. He then reaches over, grabs Scott by the throat and shoves him back into the corner. The cheers continue as Harter unleashes a combination of rights and lefts to the midsection before nailing Scott with a series of back elbows to the face. He then takes Scott and whips him hard chest-first into the opposite corner. As Scott stumbles back, Harter lifts up Scott from behind and brings him down with a belly to back suplex. He turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Harter would love for nothing more than to beat Scott here tonight and use that momentum to defeat Banks and Jinzai tomorrow night. But Harter’s been in the ring with Scott before. He knows it’s going to take a lot more than what’s been thrown out already to keep him down.

Harter picks up Scott and cracks him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. While Scott tries to shake out the cobwebs, Harter runs over and nails him with a knee strike to the midsection. He then takes Scott and goes for an irish whip. But Scott reverses, sending Harter into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott sends him flipping down to the canvas with a kitchen sink to the midsection. After circling the ring, Scott heads back over and makes the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Harter kicks out.

Geoff Penzer: Scott only gets a two count. But he ends up putting a stop to Harter’s momentum.

Scott picks up Harter and nails him with a European Uppercut, sending him stumbling into the ropes. Scott then goes over, grabs Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Scott returns, Harter goes for a kitchen sink to the midsection. But Scott flips over his knees and counters with a schoolboy.

ONE!
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TWO!
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Harter kicks out.

After both men scramble back to a vertical base, Harter throws out a right hand. But Scott ducks and counters with a European Uppercut. He then takes Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott throws him down with a deep arm drag. Harter returns to his feet, only to get returned to the mat by another deep arm drag. Scott then quickly transitions into an armbar. The ref gets down and asks Harter if he wants to give up. But Harter refuses. After The Tenacious Little Bastard battles back to his feet, Scott goes for an arm wrench. But he gets caught with a boot to the midsection when he turns back around. Harter then quickly grabs him by the arm and delivers an arm wrench of his own. He then delivers another arm wrench… and another… and another. Scott staggers around in a circle howling in pain while Harter keeps a hold of his arm. The ref asks Scott if he wants to give up. When Scott refuses, Harter delivers a clubbing strike across the arm. The jolt of pain drops Scott down to a knee. As Scott tries to get back to a vertical base, Harter sends him back down to a knee after another clubbing strike to the arm. The ref gets back down and asks Scott if he wants to give up. But again, Scott refuses. After getting off his knee, Scott rolls forward, leans back, kips up and counters with an arm drag. As Harter gets back to his feet, Scott tries to catch him rising with a running clothesline. But Harter ducks as Scott’s momentum takes him into the ropes. When Scott comes back, the crowd cheers when Harter quickly turns around and turns Scott inside out with a lariat. He pulls Scott over and makes the cover.

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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Harter nearly took his head off with that lariat! But it only gets a two count.

Harter picks up Scott, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. He then nails Scott with a kidney punch that drops him down to a knee. As Scott tries to pull himself up using the rope, Harter grabs him from behind and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle again. He then turns Scott around before whipping him hard into the opposite corner. As Harter charges across the ring, Scott knocks him back with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, Harter runs back into the corner. This time, Scott knocks Harter back with a boot to the face. Scott then runs from out of the corner to attack. But Harter hurls Scott across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The crowd explodes with cheers.

Geoff Penzer: What a counter by The Tenacious Little Bastard!

As Scott tries to pick himself up off the mat, Harter runs over and connects with a running knee lift, knocking Scott through the ropes and to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: That hard knee to the face sent Scott tumbling to the outside!

After Harter drops and rolls to the outside, he picks up Scott, throws him against the side of the ring and doubles him over with a punch to the midsection. He then takes Scott and whips him hard into the guardrail. While Scott writhes in pain against the rail, Harter runs and sends Scott over the rail with a lariat.

Geoff Penzer: Harter just sent Scott into the crowd!

Harter reaches down, pulls up Scott and delivers a vertical suplex over the guardrail and back to ringside. The Tenacious Little Bastard picks up Scott and slams him face-first onto the apron before rolling him back inside. After Harter turns Scott over onto his stomach and pulls his upper body out onto the apron, Harter steps back over into one of the connecting corners of the guardrail. He then rushes over and nails Scott with a yakuza kick to the side of the head.

Geoff Penzer: Did you hear the impact from that kick!?

Harter climbs up onto the apron and pulls up Scott. After nailing him with a kidney shot to the back, Harter lifts up Scott, jumps off and delivers a belly to back suplex across the apron. Scott bounces off the apron before falling to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Scott gets suplexed right onto the hardest part of the ring! That might have taken the last bit out fight right out of Scott.

Harter picks up Scott and rolls him back inside. After sliding back in, Harter picks up Scott and delivers a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Scott, turns and brings him down with a neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Scott and doubles him over with three knees to the ribs. He then sets him up for a piledriver. But Scott counters with a back body drop, sending Harter over the top rope and to the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Scott was seconds away from getting dropped right out on his head. But he reversed, sending Harter to the outside.

As Harter tries to get up on the outside, Scott pulls himself up using the ropes. He then staggers over into the corner before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Fans begin to stand up.

Geoff Penzer: What does Scott have in mind here?

Once Harter gets back to his feet and turns around, Scott leaps off the top turnbuckle and knocks him down with a frog splash crossbody to the outside. The crowd explodes with cheers while both grapplers are sprawled out on the floor.

Geoff Penzer: Scott just flattened Harter with that dive to the outside!

While both men are down, the ref starts his count.

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Scott picks up Harter and rolls him back inside. After rolling back inside, Scott circles the ring before coming back over and putting the boots to The Tenacious Little Bastard. Scott reaches down, picks up Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott knocks him down with a running European Uppercut. He heads over and makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Scott picks up Harter, moves him into the corner and nails him with three punches to the face. He then takes Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Scott crashing into the corner. While Scott arches his back, Harter charges across the ring. But Scott knocks him back with another back elbow to the face, hoists himself up onto the middle ropes and knocks Harter down with a diving European Uppercut. He makes the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Scott picks up Harter, snapmares him over and follows up with a rolling neck snap. He then rolls across Harter and hooks the leg.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Scott sits up Harter and applies a rear chinlock. The ref gets down and asks Harter if he wants to give up. When Harter refuses, Scott yanks back.

Geoff Penzer: Scott’s trying to wear Harter down. But Harter is still fighting.

The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But again, Harter refuses. Harter begins to slowly turn over onto his knees. After he gets back to a vertical base, he nails Scott with four elbows to the midsection. Once the hold is broken, Harter takes off into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when Scott throws him down with a tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam. Scott holds his lower back before making the cover.

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Harter gets his shoulder up.

Scott sits Harter up before applying a figure four necklock. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. When Harter refuses, Scott squeezes tighter. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. When Harter refuses, Scott turns over while keeping the figure four necklock on and delivers push up facebusters to Harter. Once Scott lets go, he turns Harter over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Harter gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Harter had his face repeatedly driven into the canvas. But he somehow finds a way to get his shoulder up!

Scott sits up Harter and slaps on a sleeper hold. The ref asks Harter if he wants to give up. But again, Harter refuses. After Harter turns over onto his knees, he gets back to his feet and nails Scott with four elbows to the midsection. He goes to run into the ropes. But Scott reaches out, grabs him by the back of the tights, yanks Harter back over towards him and slaps on another sleeper.

Geoff Penzer: Harter will not let Harter back into this match!

Harter swings his arms around as he tries to grab onto the ropes. But he’s nowhere near them. So he leans forward, which lifts Scott across his back. Harter then runs back into the corner and squashes Scott against the turnbuckles. He then turns around, grabs Scott and whips him into the opposite corner. The crowd cheers as Harter runs across the ring, lunges at Scott nails him with a double knee strike to the chest. After Scott crumbles from out of the corner, Harter makes the cover.

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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Scott, lifts him up and plants him with a pulling piledriver. He turns over and makes the cover.

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Scott gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Scott and goes for another short-arm clothesline. This time, Scott ducks and runs into the ropes. When Harter turns around, the crowd cheers when Scott brings him down with a spinning sitout sleeper slam. Scott picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. He then runs across the ring and nearly takes his head off with a running European Uppercut. He then takes Harter and whips him into the opposite corner. Scott runs across the ring and goes for a flying corner elbow smash. But Harter moves out of the way, causing Scott to crash into the corner. While Scott stumbles back, the crowd cheers as Harter grabs him from behind, lifts him up and brings him down with a reverse implant DDT. He makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up. Harter looks over at the ref and claps his hands three times.

Geoff Penzer: Harter thought he had Scott there. But it was only two.

Harter picks up Scott and goes for an irish whip. But Scott reverses, sending Harter into the ropes. When Harter returns, Scott sets up for a back body drop. But Harter counters with a DDT. After Scott is planted head-first onto the mat, he bounces off the canvas and flips over. Harter then turns over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up.

Harter picks up Scott and nails him with a barrage of forearm smashes to the face. After a headbutt drops Scott down to a knee, Harter reaches down, pulls up Scott, lifts him up and plants him with a fisherman buster. He turns over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up. Harter holds up three fingers at the ref. But the ref shakes his head at Harter before holding up two fingers.

Harter picks up Scott and scoops him up across his shoulders. The crowd gasps and cheers as they know the Samoan Driver is coming next. But before Harter can slam him down, Scott nails him with repeated elbows to the side of the head. After slipping down from behind, Scott shoves Harter into the ropes. When Harter returns, the crowd cheers when he flattens Scott with a yakuza kick. Harter then picks up Scott, scoops him up across his shoulders and plants him with a Samoan Driver.

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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up. Harter puts his hands on his head in disbelief.

Geoff Penzer: How did Scott get his shoulder up!?

Harter picks up Scott and places him in an inverted front facelock. As he lifts Scott up for the Silent Machine (Impact Driver), Scott knees him in the face on the way up. After Scott is lowered back down, he runs into the ropes. When Scott returns, Harter goes to turn him inside out with another lariat. But Scott ducks. When Harter turns around, Scott doubles him over with a kick to the midsection and follows up with a vertical suplex. Scott rolls over, pulls Harter back up and delivers another vertical suplex. He then rolls over, pulls Harter back up and delivers a snap suplex into the turnbuckles. Harter can be heard groaning while Scott picks himself back up.

Scott picks up Harter, brings him away from the ropes, lifts him up and delivers a Shotgun Stunner. After sitting Harter up, Scott runs into the ropes. When he comes back, the crowd cheers when he flattens Harter with a sliding forearm smash. He makes the cover.

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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Harter gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another close call!

Scott picks up Harter and scoops him up for a fireman’s carry neckbreaker. But Harter nails him with repeated elbows to the side of the head. After sliding down from behind, Harter shoves Scott into the ropes. When Scott returns, he throws out the Roaring Hammer (Polish Hammer). But Harter ducks. When Scott turns around, Harter hoists him up and throws him down with a sitout spinebuster.

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The crowd gasps, then cheers when Scott gets his shoulder up.

Geoff Penzer: Another close call for Scott!

Harter picks up Scott and lifts him up for a flapjack powerbomb. But as soon as Scott is lifted up onto Harter’s shoulders, he rains down a flurry of right hands to the head. After slipping down in front of Harter, Scott places him in a front facelock and hooks his arm to set up the DNA Driver (Bloody Sunday). But Harter grabs Scott by the wrist, rolls out and follows up with a short-arm clothesline that knocks both men down.

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After both men return to their feet, Scott and Harter trade fists until Scott gains the upperhand. He then takes Harter and whips him into the ropes. When Harter returns, the crowd cheers when he tackles Scott down with a Lou Thesz Press. He then mounts himself on Scott and swings away with rights and lefts. He then picks up Scott and whips him into the corner. Harter then runs across the ring and hurls himself at Scott for another double knee strike. But Scott moves out of the way, sending Harter crashes knees-first into the turnbuckles.

Geoff Penzer: Nobody was home!

After Harter bounces out of the corner and rolls over, Scott heads over and lifts up his legs to signal for the Scott Lock (Scorpion Deathlock). The crowd explodes with cheers.

Geoff Penzer: If Scott turns him over, this one is over!

As Scott reaches down to cross Harter’s legs around his, Harter reaches up and pulls him down into a modified small package.

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Scott kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Harter nails Scott with a forearm smash. Scott responds with a European Uppercut. Harter nails Scott with another forearm smash. Scott answers back with another European Uppercut. Harter then nails Scott with two elbows smashes. Scott then nails Harter with two European Uppercuts. Harter motions for another forearm smash, but Scott cuts him off with a European Uppercut. While Harter is dazed, Scott runs into the ropes. When he turns, Harter cracks him with a forearm smash. While Scott is dazed, Harter turns and runs into the ropes. When The Tenacious Little Bastard returns, Scott stuns him with another European Uppercut. Scott then turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, Harter goes to flatten him with another yakuza kick. But this time, Scott catches his foot. He then swings Harter’s legs away from him. Harter uses the momentum to siwng around and nails Scott is a forearm smash. While Scott is dazed, Harter turns and runs into the ropes. When Harter returns, the crowd cheers when Scott knocks him down with a Pinpoint Dropkick. He then picks up Harter, lifts him up across his shoulders and delivers a fireman’s carry neckbreaker.

The cheers continue as Scott picks up Harter and whips him into the corner. He then runs, jumps and cracks Harter with a flying corner elbow smash. After hoisting Harter up onto the top turnbuckle, Scott places him in a three quarter facelock, takes a few steps out from the corner and yanks him down with the Mass Spike (top rope-hung Cutter). Scott then picks up Harter and brings him towards the center of the ring. After turning and setting up Harter in an inverted headlock, Scott lets go, spins in place and blasts him in the side of the head with a hangman’s Roaring Hammer to an explosion of cheers. After Harter crumbles to the canvas, Scott pushes him over and makes the cover.

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The crowd explodes with cheers as “Animal Ghosts” blasts over the PA.

Melanie Sierra: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, CHANDLER SCOTT!

The cheers continue as Scott gets his arm raised in victory.

Geoff Penzer: Chandler Scott picks up a hard fought win over The Tenacious Little Bastard. These two men held absolutely nothing back and threw everything they could at each other. But in the end, it’s Scott that is the victor.

★★★ COMMERCIAL BREAK ★★★

[FGA Office]

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

Drum beat.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

Drum beat.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

A final drum beat.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

The intro of Jadakiss's "The Champ is Here" plays as a precursor to Izzy Anders' arrival. The crowd already starts their intense jeers before the arena falls into darkness. Soft taps of piano keys echoes among the arena, with the occasional cry of a pained soul. The arena is baptized in a faded pink color, cycling through that and a deep blue color. The camera shows many fans displaying their hatred with middle fingers and glares.

You can depend on Cud Life to kill it
Having guillotine dreams with my enemies, oh
See 'em in the ditch, see 'em out, hit the exit
Can't stand to hear a bitch nigga mouth

When the FGA Undisputed Champion makes her appearance, she’s not garbed in her signature coat. As a matter of fact, a prim and proper modification has been given to her general appearance. Her hair is in a neat bun, and she wears a professional dress to compliment the briefcase she has clutched in her hand. The Undisputed Championship serves as a nice accessory. She stands there for a moment, before giving a look behind herself. On cue, stagehands come forward with a table and head for the ring.

They get to the ring first and quickly set up the table and two seats. Izzy takes her time going up the steel steps, her heels clicking against them as she does. She doesn’t seem occupied with bothering the audience, despite their usual antics towards her. Her focus is entirely on the business setting in the ring. She heads for the seat on the opposite side of the entranceway, staring out to it with a neutral deposition. She takes out the briefcase, unlocking it with a look of effort. First, she takes out a contract and places it in the center of the table. She follows by putting a pen meticulously on the tip top of the page, before planting the FGA Championship on one end of the table. Once she has dressed the table as she sees fit, she heads over to retrieve a microphone and heads back over to her seat. She takes a seat as elegantly as she can, and finally gives a glance to the crowd. She gives the microphone a tap before speaking.

Izzy Anders: Okay, I’m on a schedule tonight. I’d like to head back to the airport and get on the first plane out of this place. I’ll put it simply to all of you. I don’t like this place. I don’t like this state. I don’t like this arena. I think this championship here is the only one to ever grace this place, really.

The passionate boos come quickly after her barb. Izzy ignores them.

Izzy Anders: Johnny Karma, come on out here. We got official business to do. Bring your little quips about Savannah, or whatever you got.

She rolls her eyes, motioning nonchalantly to the entranceway.

Izzy Anders: I got something here that will make you happy for once in your life, you depressed bastard.

Izzy paces back and forth in the ring in the chair, her eyes clamps on the entranceway as she awaits a response...and the longer she paces the more impatient she becomes as Karma is not whistling to her tune, and as the impatience boils over she is about to raise the mic to her lips again when she’s interrupted by what sounds like somebody tapping their fingers against a microphone in a familiar-sounding rhythm, suspicions which are confirmed when she hears…

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

The sound of fingers drumming against a microphone repeats, and again we hear…

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

...at which point Johnny Karma walks out on the entranceway, again tapping his fingers on the microphone in that remarkably-familiar sounding rhythm, but rather than finish the intro Karma pauses and looks towards the ring directly towards Izzy and without missing a beat says

Johnny Karma: My mistake, the fraud is here.

As he remains stood on the entranceway, Karma looks towards Izzy in the ring and he has the look of somebody who is not in the mood for the latest round of Fun & Games with Izzy Anders, in fact he looks sick and tired at having to deal with her on a regular basis that he’s really not in the mood to play along

Johnny Karma: So what’s the plan this time, Izzy? You’ve brought me out here to tell me that you put sugar in my gas tank...which of course means you haven’t done it, but what use are facts when you're hollering about all the things you claim to have done?

A beat

Johnny Karma: So hurry up and get this over with because, unlike you, I’ve got some credibility to maintain.

Izzy’s facial expression doesn’t change from the annoyance that she has for Karma’s words. Like a schoolteacher, she disregards the feeling to adhere to what she came to do.

Izzy Anders: I got this contract here.

She taps onto it.

Izzy Anders: I got this contract made up because of your little words that slowly started to get on my final nerve. Congratulations, Karma, you got there. However, any annoyance that I might have from you saying that I need Savannah to win stems from a very real notion. I have been surviving, thanks to her. And as much as I hate to say it, Karma’s right, everyone. Give it up for him.

The crowd cheers, satisfied that Izzy Anders admitted a fault for once.

Izzy Anders: So, I’m itching at the prospect of being able to prove every single last one of you fools wrong.

The cheers quickly become boos, which Izzy ignores for the most part, keeping her eyes locked on Karma.

Izzy Anders: If you come on down here, you’ll get everything you want in this match. On this very contract is a legal agreement that says that Savannah Taylor is banned from the premises during our match. Even though she will have a Pride Championship match, and when she wins it, she’ll be out of here, but whatever! I..I--

She grits her teeth and tilts her head.

Izzy Anders: I’m just sick and tired of hearing your little quips about me not being able to handle myself! I have no credibility? Get over yourself. For the past two years that I’ve been here, I’ve been doing nothing than protect myself and beat every person that ever doubted me.

She jabs her finger into her chest.

Izzy Anders: By. Myself.

A beat as she glares at Johnny Karma.

Izzy Anders: But now when I get a friend who decides that she wants to come help me, I get criticized and all my past gets forgotten? My MAL title reign? My wins over top stars here in FGA. My Rookie X Cup win. All the things I have done by myself gets pushed to the side, because that’s all Johnny Karma has to say to make himself seem superior. At the end of the day, Karma, you’re just as bad as I am. You just so happen to win them over finally.

She gets up out of her seat, walking to the front of the ring ropes.

Izzy Anders: But this?

She motions to the ring.

Izzy Anders: All of this? This is my chance to shut you up for a few weeks until I put you down by myself at All-Star Showdown. But since you seem so distant over there, I’ll give you an ultimatum.

She retains her cool by force and goes back to sit down.

Izzy Anders: If you don’t get down to this ring in the next ten seconds, I’ll rip up this paper and at All-Star Showdown?

She chuckles darkly.

Izzy Anders: I’ll make sure that some mess will happen in our match. I’ll craft a little plan that may give you some more ammo, but it won’t matter. You’d squandered your chance, and you’ll have to get behind all of the others. And worst of all…

A beat as Izzy looks up to Karma.

Izzy Anders: You’ll fail to keep your promise to Cherry.

With a sudden burst of energy, she gets up from the chair again.

Izzy Anders: Let’s start the count!

She raises up a finger.

Izzy Anders: One!

Another.

Izzy Anders: Two!

Izzy Anders: Three!

Karma doesn’t seem to budge.

Izzy Anders: Four!

The crowd’s hoping that Karma does make his move.

Izzy Anders: Five!

Izzy leans against the ropes, chuckling.

Izzy Anders: Six!

Izzy Anders: Seven!

Rather than move towards the ring, Karma merely moves the mic towards his lips once more

Johnny Karma: The only thing I heard you say just now is that the truth hurts. And judging by the desperation in your voice, it hurts you bad.

Izzy stops her count, instead snapping her head in Karma’s direction, and when she does so she sees Karma walking towards the ring at his own pace rather than the one Izzy has been trying to set

Johnny Karma: Did it even occur to you, if only for a second, how many of the top stars that I’ve beat in the two years you’ve been here? Let me run off a few names for you, just to see if you’ve been paying attention: Chandler Scott…

The mention of Scott’s name draws a cheer from the crowd, which causes Izzy to yell at the crowd to shut up

Johnny Karma: Jimmy Page…

Mentioning Page’s name draws a mixed response, partly cheering for his win over Page, partly jeering the mention of Page’s name

Johnny Karma: Cyncity…

The mention of Cyn’s name draws a cheer from the crowd...and for some reason a small “Mascot Stitch” chant breaks out

Johnny Karma: Johnny Cannon…

The crowd response goes back to a prolonged jeer

Johnny Karma: Tony Carmine…

Mentioning the Scandalous One’s name draws another jeer from the crowd

Johnny Karma: ...and you know what most of them have in common, don’t you? One way or another they’ve been in the place you are right now...and I beat them.

Stepping through the ropes into the ring, Karma briefly aims a withering look in Izzy’s direction

Johnny Karma: ...is there a reason you stopped counting?

Izzy raises a finger, preparing to respond, but Karma cuts her off

Johnny Karma: So if you’re going to talk up what you’ve done here, you’d better not forget that I’ve matched you every step of the way, and the funny thing is that I’m in the exact place you were stood not that long ago - but I didn’t need anyone’s help to get there. So to put it bluntly, shnaydn di bobkes and hand over that contract so we can get on with our lives.

Izzy pauses, looking unnerved about Karma’s speech. She seems out of sorts, unlike any of the earlier interactions that they’ve had. She looks like she is about to say something, but she bites her tongue both figuratively and literally. Instead, she gives over the contract.

Izzy Anders: There’s a zero tolerance clause. We’re not allowed to touch each other until the title match, which means you’re safe from any backstage attacks or anything crazy.

She turns her head away, a disappointed expression on her face. Her words even come out dejectedly.

Izzy Anders: Just..sign it.

Some of the fans are elated that the usually arrogant champion is in the state she is. Izzy even slumps back down into her seat, keeping her eyes off Karma.

Making sure to keep an eye on Izzy at all times, Karma gives the contract a quick once-over, making sure he can see the words “zero tolerance” written on the paper before he so much as ask for a pen

Johnny Karma: You got a pen, or am I supposed to sign this in blood?

Letting out a dejected sigh, Izzy slides a pen across the table in Karma’s direction, and keeping an eye on Izzy he signs the contract, before sliding it back in Izzy’s direction for her to sign

Izzy Anders: Fantastic.

She signs the contract.

Izzy Anders: With that, at All-Star Showdown, there will be no Savannah. It will just be you and I. I won’t attack you. I won’t do anything to you.

She sits there for a moment, before raising her head up to look at Karma.

Izzy Anders: Karma, I was expecting to see Cherry here. I thought she would come over and try to smack me in the face again or something. Where is she?

Johnny Karma: Considering the last couple of times she’s been within ten feet of you she's been threatened or suckerpunched by you, is it really a surprise that she’d rather eat rancid coleslaw with a toothpick than stand out here with…

Karma’s voice drops a couple of octaves

Johnny Karma: …you?

A thought occurs to Kamra, and his voice returns to its usual register

Johnny Karma: By the way, she’d like to know if your face is still feeling sore from the last time the two of you “met” - so if you could tell me, I’ll be sure to let her know.

Izzy lets out a slight chuckle at the last comment

Izzy Anders: You see, I thought it was unfair if I didn’t have my valued ally, my friend down by ringside. So, I thought about if you should have Cherry down there with you. Originally, I thought I could leave her alone. She looked to be just okay with sitting there, watching me run circles in your mind, but then she hit me. I told you to keep her out of my face before that, but you didn’t listen.

A beat, as Karma looks increasingly fed up with Izzy’s histrionics

Izzy Anders: You think I was just telling you to be funny or something, but no. And hey, I got another present for you.

Izzy glares at Karma, but as she starts to get up, she begins to grin widely. She reaches into her coat pocket and retrieves a bloodied rag. She throws onto the table in front of Karma.

Izzy Anders: I was warning both of you. If she was to keep getting in my face the way she did, I knew very well that I would get to the point where I got tired of it.

The Undisputed Champion motions for the screen with the same, malignant grin.

Izzy Anders: I had some people in the back who still like me, so they’re going to show you what exactly happened. Because you need to see what happens when you don’t listen to me, Karma.

The video feed turns on, showing Cherry and Karma talking at the end of a long hallway. It’s from the viewpoint of Izzy, who snickers at the clueless duo, knowing that they don’t notice her at all. The girl stands close to Karma, talking to him, before they agree to go their separate ways for the moment. With a cute air about herself, she heads down the hallway, leaving Karma way behind. She rounds the corner, keeping her back to Izzy, who starts to move forward. It’s like a horror movie waiting to happen. Izzy takes a step forward, holding her breath. Cherry takes out her cell phone, using the camera feature to either take a selfie of herself or check her appearance. It turns out it is a selfie she’s priming to take. The poor girl is so fixated on herself that she fails to notice that when she snaps the picture, there’s a lingering Izzy in the background. She lowers the camera to observe for any imperfections.

It takes her a moment until she sees Izzy in the picture. She whips around, her eyes wide with sudden fear. And before she can make a noise.

Before she can cry for help...

Before she can call for Karma to run down to save her…

Izzy attacks.

She takes Cherry by her red hair, and shoves her into the nearest wall. Cherry collapses into it, able to block some of the damage with her arms, but she’s disoriented enough that she cannot protect herself from the front kick to the face. Cherry’s head falls, as she tries to protect her face. Izzy takes her up by her hair, and rams the back of her head into the wall. Cherry’s body stiffens up and she falls to the side of a crate nearby. She winces, whimpering as Izzy pans around her.

“What did I say?! Huh?!”

The camera shakes as Izzy gets on top of Cherry, raining down punches--

“What. Did. I. Say?”

Each syllable was another blow.

When Izzy stops the punches, Cherry weakly tries to guard her face as a mix of blood and tears start to congregate together.

“Are you crying?”

Cherry doesn’t respond, but Izzy gets an answer when she runs her hand over Cherry’s face, feeling the wetness. She laughs in response.

“No, no, don’t cry, Cherry, don’t cry now. You did this to yourself. You slapped me in the face, remember?”

A pause, an eerie silence.

“I asked if you remember!”

A slap across the face.

“Just like that. You slapped me just like that. And it really hurt…”

She gets off Cherry, before pressing her foot down on her stomach.

“My feelings.”

Upon finishing her statement, she goes to wrangle Cherry to her feet. Cherry tries to scream, but Izzy covers her mouth and then tackles her into the crate, causing Cherry’s ribs to collide with the steel at full force. Cherry leans on it, coughing roughly, unable to catch her breath. Izzy turns around, leaving her for a second to retrieve something. When she comes back, she holds up a steel pipe. Cherry turns and sees it, and starts to run. Izzy gives chase, and unfortunately, Cherry’s injuries force her body not to keep up. And the inevitable, horrible fate comes. Izzy takes the pipe and cracks Cherry in the back with it. Where it exactly hit is undetermined, but it brings Cherry right to the ground with a sickening noise behind it. She drops it, and reaches forward to grab Cherry again. A bit of blood falls to the ground; Cherry’s body limp at this point. Izzy turns her over to see the full damage.

The damage is immense and Izzy giggles over it. Finally done, she picks up Cherry off the ground and starts to carry her down the hallway. She reaches her destination, an unmarked closet, and opens it. Without much care, she hurls the unconscious Cherry into the closet. While looking at Cherry inside of there, she reaches in and starts to try to clean her face.

“You got to look pretty for the camera, girlie.”

Once she’s done, she notices that Cherry moves ever-so-slightly. With a noise of annoyance emitting from her, Izzy forces her boot inward, upside of Cherry’s head. She then slams the door and turns the camera onto herself. She leans against the door and slides down it with a honestly, euphoric look on her face. She then raises up her hands, noting the blood on them.

“Equal footing, Karma, equal footing.”

Back in the ring, Karma hurls off his jacket and takes a couple of steps towards Izzy, anger radiating from him as he prepares to destroy Izzy where she stands - but at the last possible second, even though his fists are poised to rain down an almighty beating, he pauses, knowing full well what’ll happen if he goes through with what he has in mind

Izzy Anders: No matter what, Karma, you can't touch me until that night...not until that bell rings. Not a second before. And even then, when it does, you're going to go ballistic. You're going to come after me with all the hatred that you feel towards me. But guess what? I'm in your head.

Izzy starts to exit the ring, keeping a nasty expression on her face as she keeps her eyes trained on Karma. She strokes her championship and methodically walks up the ramp. The camera pans in front of her, still showing the video feed. The frame rests on Izzy’s bloodied hands and evil visage. As she continues up, she raises the microphone back to her lips.

Izzy Anders: Worst off, Karma, you'll have to acknowledge that you're becoming more like me than you'd like to realize. Class dismissed.

She drops the microphone, allowing the camera operator to turn back to Karma alone in the ring...