Vertigo (06.11.17)

[FGA Office]

EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Elysian Empire, Pedro Gonzales, Maritza Diaz vs. Bristow & Barnes and The Keister

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring at a total combined weight of 290 pounds! They are the team of Kimmi and Kalli… THE KEISTERS!!!

“Run This Town” by Jay-Z feat. Kanye West & Rihanna starts to play. Strobes begin surveying the building as darkness has taken over the arena.

Feel it comin' in the air
And the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
We gonna run this town

Bright lights shine on the entranceway nearly drowning the entire scene in white as Tully Barnes and Nate Bristow emerge from the backstage area. The two tag partners stand at the top of the entranceway with smug smirks on their faces and their eyes focused on the ring in front of them. The lights quickly dim again and the arena is filled with green and yellow laser lights as Bristow & Barnes start toward the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds! They are are BRISTOW & BARNES!

We are, yeah I said it, we are,
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get ya'll black tees on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they Dillingers
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
This is la familia, I'll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper, I'm a couple bands down
And I'm tryin' to get back
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma's, six zeros, dot zeroes here it go,
Back to runnin' circles 'round n*ggas, now we squared up, hold up

As Bristow & Barnes reach the ring, they turn toward one another and hit their forearms together. They head for opposite sides of the ring, leaping up to the apron and propping themselves up on one knee. They stare out into the crowd as they pop up to both feet with their backs against the ropes and their arms outstretched.

Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile,
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gon' run this town tonight
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy,
Is who’s gon' run this town tonight?

Now inside the ring, they cross paths and perch up on the ropes on the opposite of the ring, one foot on the bottom rope and one foot on the middle, taunting the fans as they await their opponents.

Kris Cruise: Bristow & Barnes came into FGA red hot. But over the past few weeks, they’ve cooled off. They’ll be looking to heat back up as they head into their big six man tag with Ricky Valero in two weeks at All-Star Showdown Six.

Stephy Auger: let’s not forget about The Keister, who have their chance to finally win tag team gold!

“Fireball” by Willow ft Nicki Minaj fills the arena as Maritz Diaz slowly walks out to the stage in a long black and red silk robe, and a traditional Mongkon head piece. For a moment she simply smiles and looks out at the fans before uniting the belt on her robe and removing it completely. She does a double bicep pose before heading down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida! She is “The Power Princess”... MARRRRRITZAAAA DIIIIAAAZ!!!

As she walks she high fives fans as she passes before running and sliding under the bottom rope. Once in the ring she stands in the center rattling off a series of punches, elbow strikes, knees, and kicks in rapid succession before bowing and removing her Mongkon and Pra Jiad arm bands.

“BUENO CLUB! POR-R-R-R-R-R-R VIDA!”

“El Jefe” by Mexican Institute of Sound plays, acting every bit like some hyped up James Bond theme, as multicolored lights are everywhere in the arena. A spotlight hits on a lone figure with a red hooded cape who shuffles his feet atop the ramp. He keeps his head down before unveiling himself as Pedro Gonzales by taking off the cape with a flourish.

J.A. Aldridge: And her partner, from Mexico City, Mexico! Weighing in at 115 pounds! He is “Mexico City’s Favorite Son”... PEDROOOO GOOOOONZAAAALESSSSS!!!

Pedro spreads his arms out as he strolls leisurely past, slapping as many fans hands as possible all the while looking at the ring. Upon approaching the apron, he takes the 3GW Tag Team championship of his waist and kisses it before handing it and the cape to an attendant. Pedro then slides into the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle, raising a fist to a decent amount of approval from the fans before putting his feet back on that wonderful canvas where he’s sure to do pretty awesome stuff.

Kris Cruise: Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz will have a chance to get themselves in the tag title mix. They’ll be competing at All-Star Showdown against Serpent’s Touch and Through Diamond Eyes. Whoever wins that one will become the #1 contenders to the Tag Team Titles.

“Adrenaline” by Nine Lashes sounds out from the speakers and the fans excitedly jump to their feet. The lights begin to flicker as the opening guitar rift sounds out. The Elysian Empire make their way from the behind the curtain led by Effie Elysian. Emery and Elon bump fist as Effie presents them to the cheering crowd. They flex their muscles to the crowd before making their way down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partners, being accompanied by Effie Elysian! Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 495 pounds! They are the team of Emery and Elon Elysian… THE ELYSSSSIAAAAN EEMMMMMPIIIIRE!!!

Elon slides into the ring while Emery takes the ring steps. Effie takes the steps as well and Emery sits on the second rope allowing Effie to easily enter the ring. Elon has already begun to stretch using the ropes and turnbuckle. Emery joins him as Effie begins to coach her brothers up. As they stretch the music begins to fade. The brothers bump fists once more as the bell rings.

Kris Cruise: Then here are the guys who have the gold that everyone wants. There have been some issues in the Elysian Empire ever since they won the titles, with Elon feeling like his contributions to the team weren’t appreciate. But it looks like the brothers are finally on the same page. Which is key, as they’ll need to be a cohesive unit when they defend their belts against The Keister and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad.

The bell sounds as Bristow & Barnes rush over to attack the Elysian Empire. But the Empire duck and dump them over the top rope and to the floor. After Gonzales and Diaz rush over and knock The Keisters off the apron, Gonzales bounces against the ropes, runs across the ring and leaps over the top rope, knocking down Bristow & Barnes with a no hands topé.

Kris Cruise: The Elysians, Gonzales and Diaz have just cleared the ring!

The cheers continue as Gonzales picks up Bristow and rolls him back inside, where Diaz drops a knee on him before making the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Bristow kicks out.

Diaz picks up Bristow and whips him into the ropes. When Bristow returns, Diaz knocks him down with a flying forearm. She makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Bristow kicks out.

Diaz picks up Bristow and goes for an irish whip. But Bristow reverses, sending Diaz into the ropes. When she returns, Bristow sets up for a back body drop. But Diaz stops, grabs Bristow and lifts him up. After holding Bristow in place for nearly seven seconds, she falls back and delivers a vertical suplex. She turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Bristow gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: The raw power of The Power Princess was on display there, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: I’m not impressed.

Kris Cruise: Of course you aren’t!

Diaz picks up Bristow, goes over and tags in Emery Elysian. He then gets in and doubles Bristow over with a kick to the midsection before wrenching his arm. He then takes Bristow and whips him into the ropes. When Bristow returns, Emery knocks him down with a spinning heel kick before making the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Bristow gets his shoulder up.

Emery picks up Bristow, goes over and tags in Elon. Once Elon gets in, the Elysian Empire take Bristow bring him towards the center of the ring and then run in opposite sets of ropes. When the Empire return, they knock Bristow down with a legsweep, calf kick combination. Elon makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Bristow gets his shoulder up.

Elon tags Emery back in before the Empire run into opposite sets of ropes. When the Empire return, they bring Bristow down with an STO/legsweep combination. Emery makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Barnes breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Emery picks up Bristow, slams him face-first into the corner and tags Gonzales back in. Gonzales picks up Bristow and whips him into the corner. He then runs over to attack. But Bristow ducks and dumps him over the top rope. But instead of crashing onto the floor, Gonzales lands safely on the apron. When Bristow turns around, Gonzales brings him down with a springboard somersault hurricanrana pin.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Kimmi Keister breaks up the pin with a dropkick.

Kris Cruise: Another save! This time, by Kimmi Keister!

Stephy Auger: And she’s not done, Cruise!

The boos continue as she picks up Gonzales and sets him up for the Special K (Twist of Fate). But the boos turn to cheers when Diaz is able to knock her down with the Miami Express (bicycle knee strike). After Diaz picks up her sister and tosses her to the floor, Kalli spins Diaz around and blasts her with right hands to the face before whipping her into the corner. She then runs into the corner to attack Diaz. But Diaz moves out of the way, causing Kalli to accidentally dropkick Barnes off the apron and to the floor. Once Kalli gets back to her feet, Bristow shoves her from behind.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh!

The two get into an argument before the Elysian Empire run over and connect with a double dropkick, knocking them through the ropes and to the apron. As they pull themselves up using the ropes, the crowd cheers when Diaz grabs them both and delivers a double noggin knocker. While Kalli falls to the apron, Diaz and Emery take Bristow and bring him back inside with a double suplex. Gonzales then picks up Bristow, lifts him up and plants him with Madness Sets In (capture suplex lift dropped into a vertical drop brainbuster). The Empire and Diaz remain on the lookout while Gonzales makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

The crowd cheers when “El Jefe” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, PEDRO GONZALES, MARITZA DIAZ and THE ELYSIAN EMPIRE!

The cheers continue as the Elysian Empire, Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz all raise each others hands.

Kris Cruise: The tag champs, Gonzales and Diaz just made short work of the competition, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: It was all Bristow & Barnes’ fault! The Keisters never wanted to team with them, anyway! I guarantee you that if it was the three Keisters in there, this would have been a different story.

Kris Cruise: … no, because it would have been four on three.

Stephy Auger: … shut up, Cruise...

[FGA Office]

FGA cameras catch AMIRA backstage--the actual one this week, not a body double--intently watching a monitor. Specifically, she is watching replays of action from the previous match featuring one of her challengers at All Star Showdown, Brian Stryker. Her head rests on her left hand, the scowl on her face growing the more she watches.

AMIRA: Look at him, flipping and flopping around like some circus freak.

She spits, disgustedly.

AMIRA: He takes such pride in 'thriving in hardcore environments' in 'high risk' and all that other nonsense. Last Verteego, he just could not wait to dive off that ladder to gain the applause for a fleeting moment that is meaningless in the grand scheme of things--meaningless I say!

She wags a finger at the camera.

AMIRA: See, he, or anyone else can look for their reasons why a ladder match favors them, why it is right in their wheelhouse. But the fact of the matter is, that match favors only one being! It favors me, your Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion--

A dramatic pause and she twirls her custom belt.

AMIRA:--AMIIIIRAAAA!

Narrowing her eyes, she lowers her head.

AMIRA: Why? It is simple, because it is a competition for superiority in a wrestling ring and it is a fact which is impossible to refute, that I am a force of nature, that I am superior. Any attempts to state otherwise, are just further proof of the conspiracy to undermine my spotlight. A conspiracy which I have shone bright, in spite of! While others are taking pride in 'momentum', 'sending messages' and 'previewing All Star Showdown' I was busy main eventing Verteego and emerging victorious! Just like I will again, when I lead my troupe of unsavory garden wenches: Madame Isabella, Madame Savannah and Madame Valero into battle for another Main Event! A battle where I will demonstrate how to dispose of a band of wrestling's talapia and unwashed smeg, featuring the like of the rogue behind #magnetgate himself Sir Christopher of Madison and the exceedingly jealous shrew known as Welshie.

Her face contorts in disgust.

AMIRA: An absolutely contempable gelatinous mound of waste she is, a fitting representative for an isle of sheep and extraneous consonants.

The Champion takes a step forward.

AMIRA: Perhaps she will not learn it tonight, but she and all the rest will certainly know once I have disposed of them at All Star Showdown, taking my rightful place looking down upon them from the ladder like the ants they are. They, every single one of them, are only getting this opportunity to be spotlighted because of me! They for one night get to transcend the directionless malaise of their careers, they for one night get to play the roles of wishers, hopers and dreamers, they for one night will get a tantalizing taste of what it is like to be important because of ME!

She pokes an index finger into her chest emphatically.

AMIRA: Let them be warned though, let them be reminded that my days of being a magnanimous guiding light are over with. I am no longer one who enjoys letting others bask in my glow. So while they may feel like they are flying high right now, or as they ascend ladders to reach for my property and dive around like a stunt show, let them be reminded of what happened to Icarus when he flew to close to the Sun. And then, let them realize that his fate pales in comparison to the wrath of the standard-bearer, the greatest, the "A" in "FGA" ... AMIRA!

Flinging her arms outwards and closing her eyes, she remains in that position for several seconds before finally opening them back up. When she does, she appears agitated that the camera crew is still there, shooing them away with her hand.

AMIRA: Now begone!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

Julian Tijerina vs. Blake Rogers

The venue quiets down and soon buzzes with the fans' chatter amongst themselves before there's some action on top of the entrance ramp. Blake Rogers walks out with his hands on his hips. The crowd begins to mostly boo him as he looks around at them and walks down to the ring, cracking his knuckles and rolling his wrists a bit as he does so.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Niskayuna, New York! Weighing in at 217 pounds! He is “The Minimalist” BLAAAAAAAKE ROOOOOGERRRRSSS!!!

He slides into the ring and walks over to his corner, where he beckons the referee over and makes them check his pads and boots for any hidden objects.

Kris Cruise: These two men have been waiting for a long time for this rematch.

Stephy Auger: These two have been a pain in each others sides since December at Final Frontier. Finally, we get the rematch from Grapple Kingdom all these months later.

Kris Cruise: These two will also be in the Ladder Match at All-Star Showdown Six for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. But I wouldn’t be surprised if these two try to take each other out here in this one.

Stephy Auger: That would be great news for AMIRA!

The lights go out. A few seconds later, "Senbonzakura" by Lindsey Stirling plays, the lights go back on, and "El Guapo, Julian Tijerrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnaa!!!" comes out, bathed in purple and pink spotlight and holding a purple rose, which he sniffs. He pivots slowly for the benefit of the crowd. On his way to the ring, he high-fives fans and surrenders his rose to a lucky girl at ringside.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Extremadura, Spain! Weighing in at 220 pounds! He is “The Spanish Sweetheart” JUUUUULIIIIAAAAN TIJJJJJJJERIIIIINAAAAA!!!

Julian gracefully climbs inside the ring. Once inside the ring, Julian spins on his toes with both arms stretched to either side and his head towards the ceiling. He stops and slowly, almost dramatically, removes his mask and shows his own grin, a more attractive version of the mask's. In one fluid motion, Julian takes off the poncho, and ends up with both arms once again stretched to either side, one hand holding his mask while the other holding the poncho.

Surrendering the mask and the poncho to the referee, Julian climbs the turnbuckle and again stretches both arms to either side before applauding the fans, randomly waving and pointing at people, blowing kisses at cute girls, and occasionally winking. Finally, he goes back down, stretches with the ropes' help, and waits for the opening bell.

The bell sounds as both men rush to the center of the ring and begin trading right hands.

Kris Cruise:

Look at these two go, Stephy!

The crowd cheers as the fists continue to fly between both grapplers. This exchange of blows continues until Rogers gains the upperhand and begins knocking Tijerina closer and closer towards the ropes. While Tijerina ia dazed, Rogers turns and runs into the far ropes. When Rogers returns, Tijerina ducks and dumps Rogers over the top rope and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Rogers gets sent to the floor. Could Tijerina be setting up for a dive?

As Rogers starts to pick himself up on the outside, Tijerina runs into the far ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when he delivers a baseball slide into a headscissors takedown.

Tijerina picks up Rogers and whips him hard into the guardrail. While Rogers arches his back against the rail, Tijerina runs down ringside and connects with a front dropkick, knocking Rogers over the rail and into the crowd.

Kris Cruise: What a dropkick from Tijerina!

Tijerina grabs the ring steps and drags them away from the ring. After positioning the steps, Tijerina makes his way down to the other end of the ringside area.

Kris Cruise: What is Tijerina going for her?

As Rogers picks himself up, Tijerina runs down ringside, runs up the steel steps, leaps off the steps and knocks Rogers down with a somersualt senton over the guardrail and into the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina just wiped out Rogers! The Spanish Sweetheart has this crowd going wild!

Tijerina picks up Rogers and goes for an irish whip. But Rogers reverses, sending Tijerina into the guardrail. Upon impact, Tijerina flips over the guardrail and lands hard on the floor.

Kris Cruise: My goodness, what an irish whip that was!

Stephy Auger: Rogers was trying to send Tijerina THROUGH that steel guardrail!

Rogers marches over and climbs over the rail. After putting the boots to Tijerina, he picks up The Spanish Sweetheart and slams him face-first onto the steps before rolling him back inside. Rogers then slides himself back in, mounts on top of Tijerina and hammers away with punches to the face.

Kris Cruise: Rogers isn’t even interested in the cover. He wants to punish Tijerina!

Stephy Auger: I would, too! Tijerina has continuously stuck his nose in Rogers’ business!

Rogers picks up Tijerina, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Tijerina around, the boos continue as Rogers pummels Tijerina down in the corner with a flurry of right hands. He reaches down, pulls Tijerina up by the hair and pummels him back down with another flurry of punches. He then nails Tijerina with several stomps to the chest before choking him with his foot.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Rogers reluctantly lets go. He reaches down, pulls up Tijerina and nails him with a blistering knife edge chop. After two more hard chops, Rogers places Tijerina in a headlock, runs from out of the corner and brings him down with a bulldog. But instead of going for the cover, Rogers circles Tijerina while he barks at him to get up. Once Tijerina tries to pick himself up off the canvas, Rogers runs over and knocks him down with a running knee lift. He then picks up Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers knocks him down with a running knee smash to the face. He drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Rogers tried to drive his knee right through the skull of Tijerina.

Rogers picks up Tijerina and whips him into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers throws him down with a belly to belly suplex. He makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers picks up doubles him over with repeated knees to the midsection. He then wraps his arms around Tijerina’s waist and throws him down with a gutwrench suplex. He makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers picks up Tijerina, lifts him up in the air and keeps him held in place. After ten seconds, Rogers lets one arm go, keeping Tijerina held in the air with only one arm. After another ten seconds, he falls back and hits a vertical suplex before turning over and making the cover.

Rogers makes the cover again.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers makes another cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers mounts himself on top of Tijerina and hammers away with a flurry of right hands. He then follows up by grabbing Tijerina by the hair with both hands and ramming the back of his head against the canvas. After picking up Tijerina, Rogers runs and tosses him out onto the apron. After stepping through the ropes, the crowd boos when Rogers picks up Tijerina before planting him with a DDT on the apron.

Kris Cruise: Rogers just drove Tijerina head-first into the hardest part of the apron!

Stephy Auger: Good!

As Tijerina’s limp body slips down to the floor, Rogers goes over and begins to peel back the protective padding, exposing the hard floor underneath.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on, Rogers, this isn’t necessary!

Stephy Auger: I would disagree!

Rogers picks up Tijerina and positions him for a piledriver on the concrete floor.

Kris Cruise: No, no, no! NO, NO, NO!

Rogers goes to lift up Tijerina. But Tijerina kicks his feet on the way up. After Tijerina forces himself back down, he counters with a back body drop onto the hard floor. The crowd cheers while Rogers arches his back in pain.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina with the timely counter! He was seconds away from getting dropped head-first right onto the concrete floor!

As Rogers slowly picks himself back up, Tijerina runs over and brings Rogers down with a Sling Blade onto the concrete floor. He then picks up Rogers and rolls him back inside. After rolling himself back in, he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Tijerina picks up Rogers and goes for an irish whip. But Rogers reverses, sending Tijerina into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers goes for a knee to the midsection. But Tijerina flips over the knee and counters with a schoolboy.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina pulls up Rogers before throwing him down with a Sombra Driver (Schoolboy Suplex).

While Rogers is down, Tijerina heads into the corner, steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Once Rogers returns to his feet, Tijerina leaps off and brings him down with a diving neckbreaker. He makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Tijerina brings Rogers up onto his knees and nails him with a flurry of right hands. He then steps back before throwing out a Buzzsaw Kick. But Rogers ducks, quickly returns to his feet, grabs Tijerina from behind and delivers a bridging German Suplex.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers picks up Tijerina and nails him with a forearm strike, sending him stumbling into the ropes. After running over towards the ropes and cracking Tijerina with another hard forearm strike to the face, Rogers takes Tijerina and whips him into the far ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers goes for a back elbow to the face. But Tijerina ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers goes for a clothesline. But again, Tijerina ducks and runs into the ropes. When Tijerina returns, Rogers delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The crowd boos while Tijerina arches his back in pain. Rogers then yanks him back up before whipping him hard into the turnbuckles. As Tijerina stumbles out, Rogers picks him up, turns and throws him down with a rolling spinebuster. He rolls across Tijerina as he hooks the leg.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
TH-NO!

Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Close call there for Tijerina!

Rogers picks up Tijerina and goes to lift him up for a brainbuster. But Tijerina blocks the move. Rogers then tries for another brainbuster. This time, Tijerina drops down to his knee. So Rogers deadlifts him off the canvas before planting him with a brainbuster. He turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THR-NO!

Tijerina gets his shoulder up.

Rogers picks up Tijerina and goes for a piledriver. But Tijerina kicks his legs. After Tijerina is lowered back down, Rogers goes for another piledriver. But again, Tijerina blocks by dropping down to a knee. So Rogers lets go and repeated delivering a flurry of knee strikes to the head. He then pulls Tijerina up, hoists him upside down and plants him with a piledriver. Rogers turns over and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THRE-NO!

The crowd cheers when Tijerina gets his shoulder up. Rogers slaps the canvas in frustration.

Kris Cruise: His inability to put Tijerina away is starting to get to him!

Stephy Auger: He can’t get distracted! He has to stay focused!

Rogers sits up Tijerina and slaps on a sleeper. The ref gets down and asks Tijerina if he wants to give up. But he refuses. So Rogers cinches in the hold. Tijerina reaches up and tries to pull Rogers’ arm from around his neck. But it’s to no avail. Rogers then leans forward to apply more pressure. The ref continues to check in with Tijerina and asks if he wants to give up. But again, Tijerina refuses.

Crowd: TIJERINA! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIJERINA! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIJERINA! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIJERINA! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap) TIJERINA! (clap-clap, clap-clap-clap)

Kris Cruise: This hot crowd here in Las Vegas is solidly behind Tijerina! They’re trying to rally behind The Spanish Sweetheart! But will that be enough!

Stephy Auger: Nope/

Tijerina begins to feed off the energy of the crowd here in the Orleans Arena. He slowly turns over onto his knees.

Kris Cruise: I think you might be wrong there, Stephy!

Rogers can be seen shaking his head in disbelief as Tijerina returns to his feet. After four elbows to the midsection, the hold is broken. Tijerina then runs into the ropes. When he returns, the crowd cheers when he plants Rogers with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. He slowly turns over and drapes his shoulder across Rogers’ chest for the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
T-NO!

Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Tijerina picks up Rogers and goes for an irish whip. But Rogers reverses and follows him into the corner. Instead of crashing into the turnbuckles, Tijerina runs up the turnbuckles, backflips off the top and catches Rogers with a dropkick when he turns around. He then follows up with a step up enzuigiri, sending Rogers crumbling to the canvas. After stepping out onto the apron, Tijerina delivers La Guillotina (slingshot leg drop). He makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
T-NO!

The crowd boos when Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Tijerina picks up Rogers and nails him with a shoot kick to the left leg, followed by a shoot kick to the left side. After a roundhouse kick, Tijerina points a finger gun at Rogers before connecting with a superkick. He makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
TH-NO!

Rogers gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Another nearfall for Tijerina!

Tijerina picks up Rogers and calls for the Four Amigos.

Kris Cruise: We haven’t seen this before, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Let’s hope we don’t!

Tijerina grabs Rogers and delivers a vertical suplex. He then rolls over, pulls Rogers up to his feet and delivers a snap suplex. He then rolls over, pulls Rogers back to his feet again and delivers a brainbuster. Tijerina then rolls over, pulls him back to his feet, lifts him up and plants him with a cross-legged fisherman buster.

Tijerina heads into the corner and gives Rogers one more finger gun taunt.

Kris Cruise: That Kedavra Knee could be coming up. He’s got him set up...


As Rogers slowly turns over on one knee, the crowd explodes with cheers when Tijerina runs over and flattens him with the Kedavra Knee (Shining Wizard). The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Senbonzakura” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JULIAN TIJERINA!

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

Kris Cruise: Julian Tijerina picks up the win over his arch nemesis! He, too, heads into that huge seven man Ladder Match with momentum!

Stephy Auger: You think this is over!? It’s not over until Blake Rogers says it’s over! Rogers is still in that match and you can bet that he’ll do anything and everything in his power to make sure that Tijerina doesn’t walk out the winner!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

The lights in the arena dim and the members of the Las Vegas audience buzz curiously among themselves as moments pass… until finally “Can You Feel It?” hits the PA system, bringing Vegas to their feet. There is a genuine mixed reaction, with many fans of the now-defunct Sin City Wrestling present, the camera focusing on a large crowd of them wearing the company’s old merch. We pan back toward the ramp as the lights fade to their familiar purple hue.

Stephy Auger: He’s back, Kris! This is a heroic effort by the Chief! I can’t breathe! I am actively being inspired right now.

Kris Cruise: Yeah… I’m interested in seeing the condition Evan Envi is in after spending the past month reclining in a voluntary body cast.

Stephy Auger: Volun-- oh my God. I’m turning my ears off to this garbage.

For several moments the music plays and more people rise to their feet, turning toward the ramp in anticipation. The music plays… and plays…

...and plays…

Kris Cruise: Maybe he decided he didn’t want any part of it. Maybe that fall from the balcony made him reconsider everything.

Stephy Auger: NO, LOOK!

The curtains are thrown back and Evan Envi is wheeled out onto the stage, leaned back on a dolly pushed by the six-foot-six Frank Martel, vaguely recognizable to-- again-- Sin City Wrestling fans. The trek toward the ring is a slow and methodical one with Frank taking each step with the utmost care to make sure his plaster-casted friend doesn’t tumble over.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… “The Chief” EVAAANNN ENVIIII!

There is another mixed reaction from the familiar audience.

Stephy Auger: (CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!)

Kris Cruise: Would you sit down?

Stephy Auger: BRAVO, CHIEF! BRAVO!

Upon a wider camera angle, we see that the ropes have been removed from the ring for the occasion. At the bottom of the entrance ramp is another ramp, allowing Frank to wheel Evan up and into the ring. He stops in the center, waving at all directions of the audience at Evan’s behest. The music fades and Frank, sans expression, nods at the audience as they continue to show their support-- or disdain-- for the Chief. J.A. Aldridge hands Frank a microphone, who makes a dramatic circling motion with his arm to bring it right in front of the Chief’s face.

Evan Envi: ...Las Vegas, I’m glad you’re here. I--

Evan is cut off with a pop from those eager to cheer the name of their city. He pauses, allowing it to die down before he continues.

Evan Envi: Vegas, I know we didn’t all leave one another on the best of terms but in the world of professional wrestling, my friends, that is but a minor piece of history. I lean before you all tonight a humbled man, recently struck down by the careless finger of an emotionally-devoid wench. I saw Las Vegas marked on my calendar and I told myself that I was going to come back here and undo every wrong by giving you guys a five-star match in the center of this ring. I owe you that. I know I do. But… but…

Frank sheds a tear, albeit with a face that conveys no emotion.

Evan Envi: ...but someone took it away from you. From all of us.

A chorus of boos resonates throughout the arena, though many others simply laugh and applaud at the reminder. Frank looks around at the audience before turning his attention back to the microphone in front of Evan’s face.

Evan Envi: It’s a horrific image that’s forever burned into our minds. And make no mistake, I led Noelle Smith to the top of that balcony to throw her off and take her out of commission-- not for you guys, but for me. Because it was what I wanted to do. Because I thought it would’ve put me at ease, seeing her go away for a while. But… it didn’t work. I failed. And with each week that passed stuck in this prison, I used my extraordinary mind to turn my body into a skank-smacking machine. Fist bump me, Frank.

This draws groans from most in the audience and a mild round of cheers from the locals. Frank eventually kneels down, using a free hand to fist-bump Evan’s bandaged hand.

Evan Envi: I stopped looking at it like a prison and I started looking at it as a cocoon. Wrapped in plaster, hidden from the world for ages, I will hatch from this shell and be born again into a beautiful butterfly, a NEW CHIEF BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES! LAS VEGAS, CAN YOU FEEEELLL IT?!

This draws a loud reaction from many in the audience, again, eager to hear the name of the city they already know they’re in!

Evan Envi: Then. Without furthe--

“Lose My Breath” by Destiny's Child starts to play over the PA, and the lights dim as a curvy feminine form appears in the shadow of the screen, hood pulled forward as her hips shake and she raises her arms, doing a full body roll as the male fans at least whistle and cheer! Far more provocative than her usual steps (which was saying a bit), she picks up tempo before she does a cartwheel onto the ramp.

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

She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, somehow never once dislodging the hood! She paces and then puts her hands on her hips!

Evan Envi: Get outta here, Frank! Prop me up! I got this! Say something witty about how Imma take Vegas back when you get on commentary!

Frank looks at Evan with a blank expression, obliging and allowing Envi to “stand” upright, propped against the dolly in the center of the ring. Frank places the microphone on Evan’s shoulder, calmly steps down from the apron, standing with his arms folded next to the announce table.

She holds her hands out towards Evan where he is propped, and a bit overdramatically shakes her head. Stalking around a bit, then turns her back on him! She suddenly points to the fans, and a surprisingly loud murmur rushes through in reaction as another woman, identical to the one in the ring right down to the hoodie comes sliding over the barricade and comes to the ring, giving Frank a stern look as she flips her hoodie back and steps into the ropeless ring- in her hands in a long-handled object that glitters insanely bright as it is bedazzled and covered in all manner of gems, glass sequins and beads, and glitter… this second woman hands the first the object, which she holds up in the air, turning it back and forth. It’s obviously a croquet mallet and the first woman nods to the second before she turns with intent in her eyes towards the propped up Evan!

Noelle Smith: We’ve all had just about enough of you, you crackpot!

This draws an expected mixed reaction from the Nevada crowd, though many roar in favor of the unexpected nature of the situation. Evan’s eyes can be seen bouncing from girl to girl.

Evan Envi: Look! Even when the Chief is in a friggin’ body cast, you still need backup and a weapon of mass destruction to take me down! Go ahead then! Make me a martyr for my city!

Stephy Auger: HE’S SO NOBLE!

Kris Cruise: This, to say the least, is an odd situation. And the Chief sounds a bit nervous, doesn’t he?

Stephy Auger: Wouldn’t you be, standing face-to-face with your attacker? Wouldn’t you be?!

Evan narrows his eyes, still looking from sister to sister.

Evan Envi: You already robbed city after city by putting me here, so now you wanna finish the deed? You wanna take All-Star Showdown away from the Evangelists too?! Do it then!

There is a roar from the audience, though this only causes Evan’s eyes to grow wider with nervousness.

Noelle Smith: You've been begging for someone to do it for years and yet they all fail you, don't they?

The woman who handed the croquet mallet to Noelle winks at Evan.

Noelle Smith: Every person you latch onto, to “build them up” and “push them higher” they don't need you, because you're smart enough to pick the ones you think could anyway, like Molly. Like Rex. Like Laroux. Like Aubrey. Now you've got Neon and Sadie, but Neon will fail you because she only wants what she can't have and your star isn't so shiny right now Bubble Boy.

Noelle hefts the mallet.

Noelle Smith: You're smothering Sadie. You're also wrong about me needing Summerlyn-Shae or this mallet to take you down. She's here for your 'Camp’ and this?

Noelle rears back and hits the cast with the mallet.

CRACK!

Noelle Smith: Kamijo says Bonjour Bitch!

Stephy Auger: OH. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

There is a gasp from the audience and a loud mixture of cheers as the body-casted Envi falls back, toppling over the dolly and rolling again onto his back, his microphone landing next to his head.

Stephy Auger: SHE JUST-- FRANK! FRANK, DO SOMETHING!

The audience is at a fever pitch as the damage in the body-cast is evident. A perfect crack begins to form down the center as Evan lies silent and motionless on the mat. Noelle grins slightly as Summerlyn-Shae keeps an eye on Frank and then Noelle rears back and swings the glittering, gleaming mallet again!

CRACK!

Stephy Auger: Kris, cover my eyes!

Kris Cruise: Alright.

In the background, we see that Kris Cruise is indeed covering Stephy’s eyes. The audience is still deafening, though hardly unified. With the cast now completely cracked down the center, Envi remains motionless, eyes closed on the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Well. I won’t say I entirely approve of what just happened here. However. I also won’t say Evan Envi didn’t bring this wholly on himself. I… wha--

Evan Envi: ...hmmrrfrra…

Stephy Auger: He’s trying to speak!

The audience grows hushed as the destroyed cast twitches a bit.

Evan Envi: ...hrrmff… aannggiin… I… I’m…

Many members in the audience look concerned, while others look amused. The body cast twitches again…

Evan Envi: I’m… I’m…

...and without warning, an arm bursts through the plaster arm of the body cast! Envi pulls at the broken shards of plaster surrounding his torso! The audience grows louder again, still divided! Envi frees his other arm, pulling the cast off of his upper-body and face… and sits upright! Envi stretches and roars into the microphone.

Evan Envi: I HAAAAAVE HAAAAATCHED! REBORN INTO THE WORRRRLLLLLLDDDD!

Stephy Auger: Kris, he’s like a beautiful butterfly! And he kept his tan!

Unable to bend at the knee, legs still wrapped in casts, Envi motions Frank over. Frank calmly steps up onto the canvas, pulling Envi to his feet. Envi spreads his arms-- or wings-- and looks around at the audience before turning toward Noelle and Summerlyn-Shae in disgust, hands on his hips.

Evan Envi: Well, well, well. I wouldn’t put it past you to try to attack a cripple, Noelle, but bringing your family into this. I’m surprised at you. But luckily, as you and Las Vegas can see, due to my superior mind juices, I have made a full, dramatic recovery!

Noelle rolls her eyes as Summerlyn-Shae pulls a taser out of her tights as a warning for Frank, and a particularly blood-thirsty portion of the Anti-Chief crowd chants loud.

USE IT! TASE HIM! USE IT! TAAAASE HIM!

Noelle Smith: Oh my God you are such a freaking Diva. I tell you what, let's put you in a wheelchair and then we'll see about attacking a cripple before you go crying about this little mess you've made.

She paused.

Noelle Smith: Of everything pretty much…

She and Summerlyn-Shae​ nod as Summerlyn urges the Anti-Chief crowd chants again. Envi laughs, throwing his head back. He stops and looks from the mallet to the taser, from Summerlyn, finally to Noelle, laughter devolving into a half-smile. He clears his throat and raises the mic, scratching the back of his neck with one finger, pondering his predicament.

Evan Envi: By the way you’re lookin’ at me… by the way all these people are lookin’ at me… it sounds like we really, truly don’t have to wait until All-Star Showdown to settle this, huh? Frank, get these things off my legs.

The audience roars at the prospect of a fight. Frank kneels down with his typical lack of emotion, obliging, pulling a folding blade from his pocket to saw away at the plaster on the Chief’s legs. The crowd grows louder and Envi tosses the mic aside, already talking trash to Noelle and Summerlyn-Shae as Frank works to prepare him for battle.

Noelle Smith: Poor Frank.

Summerlyn drops the microphone she was holding for her sister as Noelle trash talks back, even as her sister urges her to crack Evan in the head with the mallet and stop being so fair, which gets her stared at by pretty much everyone in the ring for a second. Her “What?!!” Gets picked up pretty clearly by the discarded microphones as the divided fans get louder and louder.

Frank finally stands upright, placing his blade back into his pocket. Envi kicks the plaster casts aside to a roar from the audience, revealing new long black-tights with the “EE” design running down the left leg as opposed to his trunks, and white boots.

Stephy Auger: So prepared! SO PREPARED!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, we’ll call it that.

The crowd reaches its peak as Envi slaps himself in the face, pacing back and forth, getting himself hyped for the confrontation.

Kris Cruise: Here we go…!

Envi starts to stride toward Noelle-- but pivots, beckoning Frank to follow him as he hops down out of the ring and toward the timekeeper’s area to a chorus of boos from the expectant crowd. Envi walks through the open section in the barricade and Frank follows suit.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Envi shoves through the crowd, finally turning to face the ring when he’s reached an open section. He grins, shaking his head at Noelle. The camera is able to hear as he shouts back at Noelle and Summerlyn.

Evan Envi: The old Chief does that, not the new me! I don’t tango for free, not even in Las Vegas!

Envi shushes nearby members of the crowd as they boo him and urge him to walk back toward the ring. Envi continues backing toward the exit alongside Frank, eyes narrowed toward Noelle, shouting again, pointing at her.

Evan Envi: You better hold onto that mallet!

Summerlyn-Shae seems more upset at Evan's antics than Noelle, who sighs, but then straightens up and levels the mallet towards him and Frank and shouts.

Noelle Smith: Remember you said that, Evan!

The sisters turn and leave the ring, heading back up the ramp arm in arm, the fans still heaping out some abuse for being denied a fight!

Stephy Auger: The Chief knows how to pick his fights, Cruise! These fans will appreciate it and thank him years from now when they realize that by choosing his spot, he guaranteed that he’d be around to entertain them for years! People like Noelle just don’t care!

Kris Cruise: Well, at All-Star Showdown, Envi claims it’ll be the final showdown between these two. He claims that emotionally and mentally needs to defeat Noelle Smith once and for all and put her behind him to reach that next tier. But Noelle Smith has endured the abuse and endured the embarrassment for years! We’ll see if Noelle can finally jump that hurdle and defeat Evan Envi one-on-one for the first time at All-Star Showdown… but it looks like as for tonight…

We cut back to Evan Envi and Frank Martel. Envi waves off the boos and thumbs-down from the members of the crowd surrounding him, backing through the exits. We fade to black as the pair disappear from view.

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Dan Herrera

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

...Spoken...

"May I remind you again, this is a dream, and in dreams, you can do anything you darn please!"

When the first bass drum thumps, Dan pulls the curtain back and walks out from behind the curtain with his girlfriend Peaches hanging onto his arm. He gives a head nod to the fans before leaning over and giving Peaches a long kiss at the top of the ramp. He then begins heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them.

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, accompanied by Peaches, hailing from Raleigh, North Carolina and weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is DANNN HERRRRRERRAAA!

As Dan and Peaches make their way to the ring Dan slaps hands with the fans on one side of the entrance-way while Peaches walks down the other side slapping hands with the fans there. At the bottom of the entrance way, Peaches leans in and gives Dan a peck on the cheek as the pair go their separate ways. Dan gets to the ring and walks up the stairs. He swings around the ring post and ducks between the top and middle rope. Peaches on the other hand walks around the ring apron towards the commentary desk where she finds a folding chair waiting for her next to the ring announcer. Once in the ring Dan walks over showing his taped wrists to the referee who nods at him and sends him to his corner. He grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and leans in with his head down prepping himself for the match to begin.

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent…

A song crashes into the P.A. system that sounds of static and a guitar. The lights begin to flash a violent red frantically. As the song "Murdered Out" by Kim Gordon really kicks in, the lights continue to flash red. A silhouette appears at the entrance. With a controlled stagger, Jimmy Page comes from the back, head down and arms out from his sides.

J.A. Aldridge: From Flint, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds… JIMMMYYY PAAAAAAAGE!

Kris Cruise: For weeks, we’ve seen Jimmy Page and Dom Harter get one another riled up heading toward All-Star Showdown, and Jimmy hopes to send a huge, huge message to Harter by putting fellow veteran Dan Herrera down here tonight in Vegas.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but you fail to mention that Herrera’s just as much a fighter as a wrestler, and since Page is getting soft, it might not bode well for him! Guess we’ll see!

Kris Cruise: Pretty sure Jimmy Page can hold his own if things devolve into a brawl, Stephy. Anyway, Herrera and Peaches may need eyes in the backs of their eyes for this one. I wouldn’t put it past the Keisters to come out and try to gain the upperhand before the triple threat Tag Team Championship match at All-Star Showdown. We’ve seen it in the past.

Stephy Auger: YOU wouldn’t be surprised because you’re evil and you don’t trust anybody!

Page swaggers down to the ring in at a methodical pace. The camera gets a close up of his hair covered face as he makes his way down the aisle. He stops at the top of the ramp, flinging his hair from his eyes and glaring around, chewing on a piece of gum. Through the static red, a spotlight follows Page as he makes his way to the front of the ring. He takes a running start, sliding on top of the apron. He stands, gets in the ring, then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Page spits his gum outside of the ring. Jimmy leaps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to slither down into a seat on the lower turnbuckle; Placing his head against the middle turnbuckle, knocking the back of it against the corner gently as he awaits the bell.

Kris Cruise: Both of these guys look focused. Both of these guys look to be entirely in the zone here. They’re not strangers to one another. They’ve been in action with the stakes much, much higher than they are tonight in Las Vegas, and you can see the familiarity in their eyes, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Literally, I just want to see these two tear each other apart.

The bell sounds, and neither competitor moves an inch at first. Dan nods a bit, rolling his neck to loosen up before stepping out of his corner. Following suit, Jimmy Page moves out of his, but the two don’t meet directly in the center of the ring, circling the center for a bit, trying to size one another up. Page seems ready to keep on walking… before he abruptly pivots, rushing at Herrera. The two lock up, but Page uses his momentum to shove Herrera back into the ropes. Before the ref asks, Page releases Herrera, backing to the center of the ring in a display of dominance to the slightly smaller opponent. Herrera “dusts” himself off, a stern look still directed at Page as he steps forward, chin up.

Kris Cruise: When these two faced off at All-Star Showdown III in 2014 with the World Championship on the line, Dom Harter was in there with them, and you know that’s someone that’ll have a close eye on this one.

The two mumble something toward each other for a few moments, and both nod…

...before they both start throwing strikes toward one another! Herrera throws hard rights, catching Page in the body while Page throws forearms and elbow strikes toward Herrera’s upper-body! The larger Page gets the advantage again, catching Dan flush in the nose before Irish Whipping him across the ring-- but Herrera rebounds with a Discus Elbow Strike! The shot is powerful enough to send Page stumbling back, through the ropes and down to the floor below! He stands upright with brows raised and Herrera beckons him back into the ring to a roar from the audience! Peaches cheers for her man at ringside as Page continues to look up, eyes narrowing at Dan again… before he runs and slides back into the ring under the bottom rope!

Kris Cruise: Looks like you get your wish, Stephy!

Page captures Herrera with a double leg takedown, but not without catching an elbow on the dome of his head. Mounting Herrera, Page lays into him with hard, stiff forearms, sending the veteran’s head back against the canvas with each strike. Herrera fires back with an elbow across the bridge of the nose. Page’s head snaps back and Herrera shoves him off, mounting him this time, going for strikes to the head! Page covers up and Herrera pulls himself to his feet, jumping high into the air with assistance from the nearby ropes before landing across Page’s neck with a Leg Drop! Page rolls to his hands and knees, but Herrera nails a second Leg Drop, pushing him over for a pin!

ONE
.
.
.
.
Kickout!

Page throws the shoulder up and uses his extended arm to throw elbows into Herrera’s body, wherever available!

Stephy Auger: This is what I like, Cruise! Neither man’s holding anything back! And they shouldn’t be!

Herrera forces Page upright in a front facelock before attempting to turn himself back-to-back to his opponent. Head angled oddly, Page tries to fight out of it, but Herrera turns, dropping Page down with a Neckbreaker over his shoulder! Page slaps the mat in pain and frustration, rolling away before Herrera can cover. The two scramble to their feet and Herrera goes for a second Discus Spinning Elbow, but Page ducks and starts to shoot the ropes-- but pivots, turning and catching the rebounding Herrera with a lard Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker to an impressed pop from the crowd! Holding his back, Herrera is quickly back up to his feet, but Page hits him with a hard kick to the gut! Herrera is send to his hands and knees. Page positions him for a Powerbomb and runs toward the turnbuckles, launching Herrera spine-first into them!

Kris Cruise: Turnbuckle Powerbomb by Page, and he’s rolling now!

Herrera winces in pain in the corner. Page shoots the far ropes and rebounds, going for a Running Elbow Smash to the cornered opponent… but Herrera gets both feet up, stunning Page! Page reels and Herrera looks at his positioning before he turns, lifting Page up with a grunt, seating him on the top turnbuckle! The audience roars, but realizing where he is, Jimmy Page fights back with a flurry of rights and lefts! Herrera backs away from the corner and Page leaps from the second, clubbing Herrera with a double-axe handle to the top of the head! Herrera hits a knee and Page follows up, trying to hit a DDT… but Herrera plants his feet and rushes Jimmy Page into the opposite corner, driving his shoulder into his gut to drive the air from his lungs! The ref tries to get between them but is unable, so he begins his mandatory five-count.

Ref: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Herrera breaks, but he’s caught with another stiff elbow strike from Page! The shot sends Herrera staggering back! Page sprints forward for a Clothesline… but he’s beaten to the punch, flattened by a Lariat from Herrera! Peaches leans forward on the apron in anticipation as Herrera makes the cover!

ONE
.
.
.
.
Kickout!

Kris Cruise: And another quick kickout by Page! Both of these guys have been having trouble securing the upper hand here.

Stephy Auger: Wait ‘til one of them gets mad. Wait ‘til Herrera remembers that Jimmy Page ripped away his only opportunity to be a World Champ! Someone go remind him!

Herrera is already on the attack, picking Page up and Irish Whipping him against the ropes. He rebounds into a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Page to his back. Page sits upright, disoriented from the shot. Herrera hoists him up again, this time in a Fireman’s Carry position-- before dropping his heavier opponent with a Samoan Drop! Herrera leans back into the cover, hooking both legs!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THRE-!

Kris Cruise: And a kickout at the last moment by Jimmy Page, once again!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, Dan’s heel caught him right in the center of the forehead though. He looks spaced out.

We cut to an isolated, boxed area a bit beyond the audience, where we see Dom Harter standing next to Jaelynn Ramsey, leaning forward against the guard-rails with an indistinguishable half-smile as he watches the match. We slowly pan back down toward the ring where we see Herrera apply a reverse Chin Lock to the seated Jimmy Page. He pulls back and Page reaches out blindly for the ropes, eyes squeezed shut in pain. He’s pulled back hard against the knee of Herrera, groaning. 

Page’s leg begins to rattle, prompting a pop from those supporting the former champ! He jerks violently, trying to get out of the hold, but Herrera rises up with him, clubbing Jimmy Page in the back of the skull! Page cries out in pain and Herrera hoists him up, positioning him for a Back Suplex, but Page drives the point of his elbow repeatedly into the base of Herrera’s neck! Herrera releases him and Page shifts behind him, nailing a Back Suplex of his own! Herrera stumbles upright, and Page hits a Half-Nelson Suplex! Tiredly, he beckons Herrera up again, grabbing him around the neck and performing a Neckbreaker over the knee!

Kris Cruise: The Paralyzing! Page fought his way right back into this!

Grabbing at his neck, Herrera rises to a knee. Jimmy kneels down in the corner and the audience grows loud with anticipation, though many (Peaches included) scream words of warning at Herrera! Page rushes forward, going for a sweeping knee strike, but Dan Herrera ducks beneath the Boma Ye attempt! He rises up behind Page and hits him with a Russian Leg Sweep, creating separation! Page is back up to his feet, but a surprising high Dropkick from Herrera takes him to the canvas! Page rolls out of the ring beneath the bottom rope, dropping to a knee on the outside to catch his breath, frustration becoming visible on his face.

Kris Cruise: Page went for the Trauma Symphony but Herrera had it scouted!

Stephy Auger: And once again, Dan Herrera is in the driver’s seat. 

The ref begins his ten-count as Page takes a moment to assess the situation.

”ONE!”


“TWO!”


“THREE!”

Page’s attention is drawn toward a particularly loud section in the audience… and his expression grows blank upon seeing Dom Harter near the top of the stands, leading the audience along in the ten-count.

”FOUR!”


“FIVE!”

Jimmy Page glares up at Dom Harter before abruptly pivoting and sliding back into the ring. To a roar from the audience, Page and Herrera meet in the center of the ring and begin exchanging rights and lefts again! Several shots land flush, but a stiff forearm by Page sends a shot echoing throughout the venue! Herrera reels and Page shoots the ropes! Dan goes to catch him with a Clothesline on the rebound but Page ducks under and rebounds again, hitting a running double chop to Dan’s throat! Dan grabs at his throat and falls to a knee! Page shoots the ropes again, rebounding--

Kris Cruise: Right into a Spear by Dan Herrera!

The audience roars, but Dan Herrera writhes in pain on the mat, gasping for air! Peaches looks on worriedly, yelling words of encouragement to her partner. Redfaced, Herrera uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

Stephy Auger: Sucky position for Dan to be in!

Kris Cruise: Definitely. If you can’t breathe, you can’t get back into the fight.

Dan finally crawls into a cover, hooking the near leg as many in the audience-- Harter and Ramsey included-- count along with the ref!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THR-- kickout!

Jimmy Page kicks out with emphasis, knocking Herrera off of him, earning an even louder pop from the partisan Las Vegas crowd! Dan Herrera looks at the ref, still coughing and gasping for air, clearly annoyed. He reaches his feet and goes to pull Page with him, but he’s met with one shot to the gut… two… three shots, before Page stands upright and nails a series of rapid forearms, stunning Herrera! Page whips him off of the ropes and catches him with a running forearm, knocking him to the ground! James shoots the ropes and nails a second as the coughing Herrera rises! The audience roars behind him. James rubs his hair out of his eyes, looking at Herrera as he rises to his feet, with Herrera’s left eye showing mild signs of swelling. James raises a brow at this…

...and delivers a hard slap to the face of Dan Herrera!

”OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!”

Herrera smirks for a split-second, looking at Jimmy Page, before enduring another thunderous slap! And then a third! Page goes for a forearm strike, but Herrera ducks low, grabbing his legs and driving Page sharply to the mat wit a double-leg slam! He then mounts him and drives a single, solid right hand to the jaw of Page! Jimmy goes limp on the mat and Herrera slides into a cover, hooking the far leg and grapevining the near one!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God-- Page is out cold!

Stephy Auger: It’s over!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THRRRE-!

Jimmy barely gets a shoulder off the canvas and Herrera sits upright on his knees, throwing his head back, inhaling deeply… but instead of complaining, he rises to his feet, grabbing Page’s legs and locks him in the Texas Cloverleaf!

Stephy Auger: Forced Retirement! Cruise! I think Dan Herrera just remembered what Jimmy Page cost him! This is what I was talking about!

Kris Cruise: Uh. Pretty sure he never forgot. But in any event, Jimmy Page is in trouble!

Dom Harter leads a ”CRAWL!” chant, countering those in his area who scream ”TAP!” Page’s face grows red and he cries out in agony… but begins crawling toward the ropes! Las Vegas is nearly deafening and Page pushes himself upright in the move, inching forward-- but Dan gets lower in the move! Inches from the ropes, Page screams out again, falling flat to the canvas. He raises a hand… lowers it… raises a hand… clutches at his own hair as he buries his face in the mat…

...and with a last gasp, crawls forward, grabbing the bottom rope with his left hand! There is a loud mixed reaction and Dan Herrera falls to his knees, breathing heavily. He looks out toward the audience and then back at Jimmy, expression growing dark. Herrera pulls Jimmy upright by the back of his tights and goes for the Pumphandle Slam!

Kris Cruise: Final Word-- no!

Jimmy lands behind Herrera and rolls him up for a Schoolboy! The ref counts!

ONE
.
.
.
.

Herrera kicks out, shoving Jimmy off, but Jimmy bounces off the ropes and rushes back forward with a Running Big Boot to the kneeling Herrera, flipping him onto his stomach to a roar from the crowd! Jimmy shoves him onto his back, hooking both legs while the crowd counts along!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THHRRRE-!

Kris Cruise: And a kickout!

Stephy Auger: How?!

Kris Cruise: I have no idea!

Even Dom Harter raises a brow as the camera quickly cuts to him and Ramsey. Back in the ring, Jimmy looks absolutely frustrated. Wide-eyed, he forces Herrera up and delivers a straight right to his jaw, exciting the crowd! Herrera reels and Page nails an Exploder Suplex, sending Herrera rolling across the canvas, rising to his feet in the corner! Page yells out and sprints across for another running elbow smash, but Herrera counters with a Belly-to-Belly Overhead Suplex, sending Page into the turnbuckles! He signals for the end and turns around, forcing the groggy Jimmy Page up to his feet, then hoists him up, seating him on the top turnbuckle!

Stephy Auger: Second time’s the charm for Walking Papers!

Herrera positions Page for the Muscle Buster and turns away from the corner, running to the center of the ring-- but Page slips down behind him, flipping forward to land on his feet! He reaches behind him, wrenches Herrera’s neck and drives him face-first to the canvas with the Hangman’s Facebreaker!

Kris Cruise: You spoke too soon! NIRVANA!

Looking up toward the sky suite in exhaustion, Page hooks the far leg!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THREE!

The bell sounds and many in the audience rise to their feet in ovation! “Murdered Out” hits the PA system and Jimmy Page staggers to his feet, eyes still on the area that Dom Harter stands in. Harter applauds, looking down toward Page with an indistinguishable expression.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… Jimmmmyyy PAAAAGE!

Page allows the ref to raise his arm, leaning against the ropes for support.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page had to fight for every inch of this, and Dan Herrera’s gonna have his hands full when he competes for the FGA Tag Team Championships at All-Star Showdown… but if he brings the fight he did tonight, the Elysian Empire and the Keisters have their work cut out for them.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but Jimmy “Softserve” Page is gonna need to turn it up from a 9 to a 10 when he gets to LA for All-Star Showdown VI! I’m no Dom Harter fan, believe you me, that leaf has not been turned, Jimmy! Dom’s still one of the dirtiest players in the game! I know he is! I have a sixth sense about this stuff!

Kris Cruise: Harter-Page III in two weeks!

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

A red carpet covers the FGA wrestling ring with a table set-up directly in the middle and Spencer Burke standing just behind. On the table lies a contract and a pen for the All Star Showdown VI Night one main event; Supreme vs. Supreme.

The crowd begins to stir as Spencer Burke raises the microphone up to his lips and gets ready to introduce the two world renowned superstars.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the official contract signing for the main event of All-Star Showdown Six: Night One! In two weeks, we will see a historic matchup when Hard Knox Wrestling’s Felicity Banks takes on Chandler Scott on Saturday, June 24. Never before in FGA’s history have we seen a matchup like this. We might not ever see it again. Introducing first… he is an FGA Hall of Famer. Ladies and gentlemen, the self-proclaimed “DNA of FGA”... CHAAAAAANDLERRRR SCOOOOOOOTT!

An explosion of cheers are heard, as well as some audible screams, at the mention of the DNA of FGA. The sound of an organ plays throughout the arena, which makes the crowd cheer even louder. They all turn their attention to the entrance way, giddy with excitement. As "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple kicks in, the crowd begins to cheer, holler and clamor for the man that’s about to make his way out onto the stage. The camera dolly slowly rolls up towards the curtain. At around the 30 second mark, Chandler Scott pushes through the curtain to a loud ovation from the crowd.

Chandler scans the crowd while he nods his head with a smirk. On cue, the crowd joins in as Chandler thrusts his arms into the air. The self-proclaimed DNA of FGA keeps his index fingers held in the air as he swaggers on down the aisle. Once he reaches ringside, he slaps the hands of a few lucky fans before making his way up the ropes. After wiping his feet off on the apron, Chandler steps through the ropes, climbs up onto the middle ropes and puts his hand above his eyes as he once again scans the crowd. He smirks as he slowly slaps his chest three times before pointing to a lucky fan in the crowd. Chandler steps down and makes his way over to Spencer Burke. As his music dies down, “Perfect Strangers” gets overtaken by loud “CHANDLER! CHANDLER! CHANDLER!” chant that encompass the Orleans Arena. Chandler shakes hands with Burke before taking a seat.

Spencer Burke: And his opponent… she is also a Hall of Famer! An HKW Hall of Famer! She is the reigning two-time, two-time HKW World Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, she is “The Supreme”... FEEEEEELICITYYYYY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

An initial pops get drowned out by boos and a few men whistling as “Malevolence” by New Year’s Day fills the arena speakers. Felicity doesn’t come out immediately, letting the crowd and Chandler sit there until she’s ready. Finally, the lead singer screams “YOU FOOOOOOOOOOL” and Thee Supreme makes her way to the top of the entrance ramp wearing a “DNA of FGA” t-shirt to mock Chandler. She smirks as she looks around the crowd and sees every fan in attendance on their feet either cheering or booing her.

Felicity turns her attention to the ring and stares directly at Chandler as she starts making her way down the entrance ramp. She stops once she sees a fan holding a Chandler > Felicity sign, immediately ripping it out of his hand and shredding it in half! Felicity drops the sign and makes sure to step on the part that says Chandler as she moves toward the ring and stops right at ringside.

She licks her lips and takes the stairs to the ring, moving all the way toward the middle of the apron to stare out at the sea of fans. She closes her eyes and proudly takes in each and every boo in the arena before she turns her head back and stares right at Chandler. She smirks as she takes her sweet time entering the ring, finally moving toward her chair.

Just as she’s about to take her seat, Felicity pops back up and moves behind the table, climbing up one of the corners behind Chandler to gesture for the crowd to bow to her. Some oblige, but most boo the FGA outsider as she smirks and hops back down to the mat. The Supreme moves back around the table and finally takes her seat, a look of pure disinterest taking over her features.

Kris Cruise: Cocky little thing, isn’t she?

Stephy Auger: If you’ve accomplished as much as she has, you’d be full of yourself as well.

With both superstars now in the ring, Spencer Burke clears his throat and begins.

Spencer Burke: Mr. Scott… Ms. Banks… this is the contract that was presented to you both earlier on today. This is the contract was agreed to in principle by both parties. The only thing that remains are your needed signatures. Do you have any last words before your upcoming match on June 24?

Chandler can be seen narrowing his eyes as he’s clearing looking for something behind Felicity. He takes his hand and puts it over his eyes. But he still can’t see what he’s looking for. Chandler turns his attention back to Felicity.

Chandler Scott: I’m sorry. I’m just a little surprised that Jinzai and Jaxon aren’t here as well. Or will they be magically appearing in two weeks to lend you another helping hand? Just curious?

The HKW World Champion rolls her eyes then picks up the second microphone off the table. She sighs right into it to annoy Chandler and the crowd before speaking.

Felicity Banks: Wow. Riveting stuff right from the get go, huh, Spence?!

She turns toward Spencer Burke and flashes a doofy grin before she turns back toward Chandler and goes blank.

Felicity Banks: Like seriously? We’re reaaally gonna go right there Mister I stick my nose in everyone’s business because I can’t handle it when the spotlight isn’t on me? I expected better from you, honestly. I didn’t expect the immediate and blatant disrespect towards me when I’ve done nothing at all to disrespect you. But this is your hero, right?

The Las Vegas crowd lets their voices be heard in support of Chandler.

Felicity Banks: Of course. Mister Clean cut. The first one to the arena, the last one out. Every single night, match of the night! The company MAN! Hell, the standard of FGA… until Zero and Cordy came along.

Some of the Felicity supporters ooooh at the jab, but most of the audience boo the outsider.

Felicity Banks: But I just learned a lot about you, Chandler. I can already tell that you’re one of those guys who always looks for the excuse. The guy who’ll make up some BS as to why someone beat him instead of admitting that the opposition was the better wrestler on that night.

She pauses, kicking her Jordan Retro 5’s onto the table.

Felicity Banks: Trust me when I tell you, Jinzai and Jaxon? They shouldn’t even be crossing your mind. The only thing you need to focus on is ME and the fact that I’m walking into YOUR house and beating you in YOUR house. I have no pressure, Chandler.

She throws her arms out to her sides for a few seconds, then brings the mic hand back toward her chin.

Felicity Banks: But you on the other hand…

She pulls her feet down and rests her elbows on the table nonchalantly.

Felicity Banks: ...you’re on a mission. A mission back to the top of the mountain where you believe you belong, and we both know that beating ME and only ME would prove that you do indeed deserve another shot at the top of the mountain over any living, breathing body in FGA.

The pro FGA crowd boos the comments, but a small HKW chant starts to break out.

Felicity Banks: That’s why the pressure is all on your shoulders. Your house. Your special little Hall of Fame night. Your mission. I can already seeee it. It’s already weighing you down, and soon? Very soon...it’ll push your down far enough for me to run right through your face with a knee that’ll knock at least half of those pearly little whites out of your mouth.

The crowd continues to boo. But it doesn’t nothing to shake the confidence of the HKW World Champion. Chandler presses his tongue against his cheek before smirking. He then leans back in his chair and kicks his feet up on the table, revealing his own pair of Jordan 5s (the Laney 2013, to be exact). Chandler leans back in his seat and brings the mic to his mouth. He takes his free hand and makes a talking motion with it.

Chandler Scott: All that talking… and you didn’t really say anything worthwhile.

There’s a roar of cheers from the crowd.

Chandler Scott: First things first. I heard pick up that microphone and make me out to be some egomaniac that can’t stand when the attention is off of him and on someone else. I’m sorry, but were you describing me or were you describing McHannon? Because I’m pretty sure you just described the latter. See, I’m Chandler Scott, Fel. I don’t have to go out and try to steal someone’s spotlight. The spotlight is always on me. Let’s just make that clear.

Cheers and applause are heard coming from the Las Vegas crowd.

Chandler Scott: Number two, things did start off on the right foot between us. Things did start off respectfully and peacefully. That is, until you wound up waist-deep in your feelings two weeks ago on the last Vertigo. All I did was come out there and do a job, the job that I was advertised to do. Yet for some reason, you could barely do your job in beating Bean Bands. As a matter of fact, you almost got beat by him because you couldn’t keep your eyes off me. Then, when you and I crossed paths after the show, what did I hear? I tried to steal this from you. I tried to steal that from you. I tried to upstage you. Heh, you threw whatever you could at me to make yourself feel better over the fact that you got distracted. And yeah, I said it again. Distracted. But here’s the thing, Fel. I don’t need to try and steal anything. If I want something from you? I’ll take it. Like that win at All-Star Showdown Six.

There’s an Oooooh that can be heard coming from the crowd, as well as the usual cheers and applause.

Chandler Scott: The reason I called you out wasn’t because of some master plan to try to get to the top of FGA. If I wanted to do that, I’d simply go after someone else. But for the last several months, all I’ve heard you do is talk about how you’re the best… how you’re the supreme… how you’re the best wrestler in the world. Well I said what better place and time to show just how great you are… than All-Star Showdown Six, one of the biggest events of the year. And what better opponent to go up against than yours truly. You see, you can bark at a perennial punching back like Ash Scion all day. You can relentlessly go after Sasha Foote and her equally useless husband, Joran Van Der Sloot or whatever his name is. But here’s the thing. You’re not going to intimidate me like you do them. You’re not going to make me cower away like you do them. If I wasn’t up to the challenge, I wouldn’t have called you out. I wouldn’t be sitting across this table from you right now. I’m not easily intimidated by the name “Felicity Banks”. I’m not going to be easily pushed around like all the others. Rest assured, I will be there at All-Star Showdown Six. And I will look you straight in the eyes, there in the center of the ring… before I drop you right where you stand.

You can huff. You can suck your teeth. You can roll your eyes all you want to. But on June 24, every head will bow. And it’s not because they’re in the presence of royalty, Queen. But every head will bow… and every tongue will confess… than Chandler… Reigns… Supreeeeeemaaaaaah.

Felicity takes a second to process every word that came out of Chandler’s mouth. Her head tilts just a little to the left, her eyes going narrow as she lifts the microphone up to her chin.

Felicity Banks: Out of all that? You were right about one thing and one thing only. I AM focused on you, and that fact alone?

She pulls the contract towards her body and grabs the pen as she continues to stare at the FGA Hall of Famer.

Felicity Banks: Should terrify you. Chandler Scott may alwaaaaays reign supreme… but he’ll never be THEE SUPREEEEEEEEEMMMAAAAAAH!

She drops her microphone to the table and immediately signs her name on the contract to a mixed reaction from the crowd. After the contract is slid over in his direction, Chandler snatches it up. He glances at the contract before looking back over towards Felicity.

Chandler Scott: At Control, you were handed a win. At All-Star Showdown Six, I hand you your ass. Best of luck, sis.

The crowd roars with cheers as Chandler winks at Felicity before putting his John Hancock on the contract.

Spencer Burke: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. It is now official! Felicity Banks versus Chandler Scott at All-Star Showdown Six. Who will reign supreme?!

With that, both wrestler slowly make their way up from their seats before walking around the table. The crowd starts to buzz as they expect the fists to start flying. But unlike 99.9% of contract signings, no chairs have been flipped over. No one has been put through a table. And no punches have been thrown. Instead, Felicity readjusts the HKW World Championship across her shoulder, making sure the center plate gleams in the lightning. She can be seen smirking at Scott as she mouths to him “one day you’ll have one of these again. Maybe. Good luck.” The Supreme then puts her hand out for a handshake. The crowd then awaits for Chandler’s move. Will he slap her hand out of the way like he did Dom Harter when he offered up a handshake? Will he deck Felicity. Instead, he does neither. He looks down at Felicity’s hand, then back up at her face… and slowly shakes her hand. The crowd cheers as the two icons give each other a firm handshake. The smirks slowly fade from their faces as they stare each other down through narrowed eyes. After the tense staredown, they let each other go. The smirks slowly returns as Felicity steps back before exiting the ring to a strong mixed reaction from the crowd.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to a shot of Spencer Burke, microphone in hand, standing by with former FGA Pride Champion Molly Reid. Molly is wearing her own t-shirt, and a bright pink hat facing backwards. Before Spencer starts to talk, the mic picks up a bit of Molly whispering to Spencer, telling him that she’s ‘giving him a second chance’ and ‘hopefully he doesn’t waste it’.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with former Pride champion Molly Reid. Molly, first things first, a late congratulations to you and Heather for winning your tag team match two weeks ago on Vertigo. Was it weird or difficult teaming with Heather, knowing you’ll be facing off in a couple of weeks on FGA’s biggest stage?

Molly smiles and shakes her head.

Molly Reid: Not difficult at all Spencer. Heather and I are friends. Have been for a long time. Two weeks ago was a nice win but a somewhat expected one. Heather and I knew that we’d have no problems working together. Neither of us is looking to get any kind of unfair advantage heading into our All Star Showdown match. It was never going to be one of those matches where one of us hung the other out to dry, or set them up, or tried to take them out or anything. Neither Heather nor myself was trying to get the other hurt. That’s not what kind of match this is. This isn’t like me against Evan, or me against Madison part two. This is a match between two friends who respect the hell out of each other. We’re friends going into the match and we’ll be friends after the match, no matter what happens.

Spencer Burke: Do you think being such good friends will make it hard for you, if you need to go that extra mile to beat Heather?

Molly again shakes her head no.

Molly Reid: Heather’s a wrestler, just like me. She knows what it takes to win a match. I know for a fact that Heather won’t have a problem doing whatever it takes to beat me. So you better believe that I have no problem matching that. She knows it’s not personal, it’s just wrestling. That’s the business we’re in. I respect Heather, I love Heather, but I know how good she is. I know how dangerous she is. And I know she won’t be afraid to hurt me if that means winning. So I’ll be ready for that, and I’ll be ready to do the exact same thing to her if I need to.

Spencer Burke: Molly, ever since you lost your Pride Championship match at Only the Strong Survive, you’ve been talking about getting a big match here at All Star Showdown. You specifically didn’t invoke your rematch clause with Chris, which would have been a huge match on its own. Do you have any regrets about that, or do you think wrestling Heather is the big match you were looking for?

Molly Reid: No regrets Spencer. You’re right, Chris and I at All Star Showdown could’ve been huge. The rubber match after splitting the first two. Two match of the year candidates in each of our title matches. Imagine what the third could’ve been like, on the biggest stage in FGA? Would’ve been huge Spencer, and I’m sure Chris would agree. But alas, my time with the Pride Championship had run its course. It was time for me to move on. I was Pride Champion for over six months, defended it multiple times, and showed the world that I’m one of the best wrestlers in FGA. It was time for me to move on to bigger and better things. No offense to Chris, because he’s an incredible wrestler and I respect the hell out of him. He’s going to have a great run as champion after he beats Savannah at All Star Showdown. But as for me, getting to wrestle Heather? That’s a match for the ages. Heather is a freaking legend. She’s been wrestling since I was eleven years old. Like fifteen years now she’s been in this business. She’s seen it all, she’s done it all. She’s accomplished everything there is to accomplish. There are some matches that don’t need a championship, or bad blood, or any of that stuff to be huge. This is one of those matches. This is a wrestling legend vs the future. This is my chance to take that next step here in FGA. To show everyone that I meant it when I said that I was gunning for the top. So yeah, this match is exactly what I was looking for.

Spencer Burke: Molly, last year at All Star Showdown you wrestled Annie Zellor for her Mid Atlantic Legacy Championship, and came up short. A year later, are you happy with how things have gone since then?

Molly nods her head slowly, but hesitates for a moment as if she’s thinking about how to answer. Finally she nods her head again and answers.

Molly Reid: Yes and no Spencer. I mean, I can’t deny that I’ve had a good year. I won the Pride Championship. I defended it twice. I was named Newcomer of the Year in FGA. Had match of the year candidates against Chris Madison. Finished fourth in the Gold Rush Rumble. So I think anyone would agree that it’s been a good year. But at the same time, I’ve had multiple chances to earn a shot at the world championship, and I haven’t capitalized on any of them. So I’m not exactly happy with myself about not taking advantage of those opportunities like I should have. And if my ultimate goal is to become FGA World Champion, then I definitely can’t be completely happy about my year. But in the end, I’m definitely closer now than I was a year ago to earning my spot at the top of this roster. I’ve shown the world just who Molly Reid is, and what she can do in the ring. I’ve proven that I can compete with the best of the best. So overall, while I may not be as happy about the year as I could be, I’m still very happy with what I’ve done and accomplished since last All Star Showdown.

Spencer Burke: Before I let you go Molly, one final question.

Molly Reid: Shoot

Spencer Burke: Do you think you can beat Heather Lasiewicz at All Star Showdown six?

Molly Reid: Absolutely. The day I don’t think I can win a wrestling match is the day that I retire from wrestling. And look, Heather is incredible. She’s accomplished so much in her long career. She’s a legend of this sport. She’s the person I want to be when I’m her age. So what better way to do that than to beat her at All Star Showdown? I love Heather but it’s my time now. She had a great career, she’s still a phenomenal wrestler with great matches left in her. I know I’m going to get one of those matches from her. But she’s had her turn. She’s won her big matches, she’s accomplished her big goals. Now it’s time for her to help me get to where I want to be. Something she’ll do by giving her all against me but still coming up short. I’m going to leave All Star Showdown with a win over one of wrestling’s legends. This match will be the biggest of my FGA career so far and I’m not going to let it pass me by. I’m going to walk into that ring in front of all those fans, with the bright lights of All Star Showdown shining down upon me. I’m going to walk into that ring and I’m going to beat the legend Heather Lasiewicz. And with that, I’ll show the world that it’s Molly Reid’s time.

Molly nods her head at the camera before turning and walking down the hallway.

CAWWWWW

The loud caw of a certain bird causes Spencer to jump in the air. He looks wildly around the hallway, seeing nothing, before turning to Molly, who’s still walking away.

Spencer Burke: Did you hear that?!

Molly stops and turns around, looking at him with a confused look on her face.

Molly Reid: Hear what?

Spencer Burke: It was a crow!

Molly Reid: I didn’t hear anything

Spencer Burke: But it was so loud!

Molly Reid: I dunno what to tell you Spencer, maybe you’re imagining things.

Molly Reid continues to look at Spencer with a very confused look on her face, before shrugging her shoulders and turning around to walk back down the hallway. Spencer stands still for a moment, still looking around wildly before quickly walking the opposite direction as we fade back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
EIGHT MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Izzy Anders, Savannah Taylor, AMIRA, Ricky Valero
vs.
Johnny Karma, Chris Madison, Lowri Moss, Chris Bond

"If you take a life, do you know what you'll give...
Odds are, you won't like what it is...
When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me...
By the merciless eyes I've deceived...
I've seen angels fall from blinding heights...
But you yourself are nothing so divine...
Just next in line..."

The house lights dim in the smaller facility, and multi-colored lights soon flicker throughout the filled-to-the-brim center. The crowd jumps to it's feet, blowing the roof off from the much smaller arena as Chris Bond makes his way out from behind the curtains. As he emerges from behind the curtain, there is a small burst of excitement from the crowd. With a spotlight lighting his way, Bond makes his way down the aisle and towards the ring, even slapping a few hands on the way down.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing first, currently residing out of Greensboro, North Carolina! Weighing in at 242 pounds! He is “The Battle-Hardened Veteran” CHRIIIIIIS BOOOOOOND!!!

Soon enough he jogs up the stairs, and walks along the ring apron before wiping his feet. Chris Bond steps over the second rope and into the ring. The self-proclaimed legend of the wrestling world walks to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment, as flashes go off throughout the waves of fans. He circles the ring, arms outstretched, as the fans cheer loudly once again. Bond enjoys this, as his trademark smirk re-emerges on his face. Heading to his corner, Bond does a few stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing his partners! First, from Llanelli, Wales… LOOOWRIIIII MOSS!!!

After arriving at ringside, Lowri climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, before heading for one of the corners and climbing to the second rope. There are further cheers and more applause for Lowri from the fans, and she soaks in the reaction for several seconds, as she again surveys the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Lowri Moss is one of the six hopefuls looking to spoil the night for AMIRA and take her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in that Ladder Match. But that will be easier said than done.

Stephy Auger: There’s going to be way too many moving parts in that one, Cruise. I think this will be her first time on a big stage like this. She’s still young. She’s still inexperienced. The moment might be too big for her.

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Long Island, New York! Weighing in at 220 pounds! He is the reigning FGA Pride Champion! He is “Mayhem” CHRIIIIIIIS MAAADIIISOOOON!!!

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

Kris Cruise: Chris Madison went through hell and back to finally become a champion in FGA. He’s not about to just hand the title over to Savannah Taylor at All-Star Showdown.

Stephy Auger: Well no one expects him to hand it over. But I fully expect Taylor to take it from him. Madison made it personal. Now he has to deal with the consequences.

The arena lights flash in a myriad of different colours in time with John Bonham's quite remarkably epic drum intro that is filling the arena, and just as it reaches a crescendo Johnny Karma walks out at the top of the ramp, all on his own as Cherry Baum isn't in the building tonight due to the actions of Izzy Anders on the most recent edition of Flashpoint, and as he walks out he pauses, his eyes are fixed on the ring, but he doesn't play to the crowd as he usually does.

As he begins to walk down the ramp, Karma unfastens the cuffs of his ring jacket, still focusing on the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from Queens, New York! Weighing in at 233 pounds… JOOOOHNNYYYYY KAAAAAARMAAAAA!!!

Finally reaching ringside, Karma immediately makes his way up the ring steps before he steps through the middle rope into the ring, and once he steps into the ring he unzips his ring jacket

If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay

Removing his ring jacket, Karma tosses it to the canvas as he paces back and forth, not breaking his line of sight with the entranceway, because he knows sooner or later the bane of his existence will have to make their way through the curtain

Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan
It's got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Eventually he stops pacing back and forth, and instead he stands guard against the ropes, his eyes still focusing on the entranceway.

Stephy Auger: Look at him, Cruise! He’s nearly foaming at the mouth! There’s no way he’s gonna be able to resist going after Anders!

Kris Cruise: If we wants to keep his title match, he’s going to have to!

“Amazing” by Kanye West hits, lifting the fans to their feet in a fit of rage. White and pink strobe lights start to flash throughout the arena.

It's amazing
I'm the reason
Everybody fired up this evening

I'm exhausted
Barely breathing
Holding on to what I believe in

No matter what
You'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see

Ricky Valero emerges from the back amidst a cloud of fog. With that trademark smirk stretched across his face, he scans the arena with hubris. He puts his legs together, extends his arms outward, throws his head back and basks in the building’s negative energy.

It's amazin', so amazin', so amazin', so amazin', it's amazin'
So amazin', so amazin', so amazin', it's amazin' (Let's go)

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents! From, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 227 pounds… RICKYYYY VAAAALEROOOO!!!

He makes his way toward the ring intentionally ignoring the outstretched hands of front row fans along his route. He circles the ring, before reaching the far corner. Slowly he climbs up the steps and leans his back against the ropes, bouncing against them a few times with his arms wrapped over top of them before slipping into the ring.

I'm a monster
I'm a killer
I know I'm wrong, yeah

I'm a problem
That'll never
Ever be solved

And no matter what
You'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see

Ricky spins around in the center of the ring with his arms extended out, absorbing the crowd's disdain. He walks towards the ropes on the far side of the ring and simply smiles. The music slowly quiets down as Ricky turns and leans against the ropes closest to the entranceway, awaiting his opponent.

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

AMIRA

AMIIIRRAAA

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

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

She slowly starts making her way to the ring, with the lights now strobing around her.

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

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing his partners! First, from Los Angeles, California! She is the reigning FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion… AAAAAMIIIIIRAAAA!!!

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

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

After stopping in the middle of the ring apron with her back to the ropes, she raises a fist in the air, before stepping into the ring. The lights start to return as she takes the center of the ring and then takes her corner.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA captured the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship nearly two months ago. At All-Star Showdown, she faces her toughest challenge yet.

Stephy Auger: None of these grapplers could beat her one on one. So they threw them all at her at once. But what’s going to happen when AMIRA cleans out the division in one fell swoop? She’s going to get the praise she rightfully deserves, Cruise! The praise that’s been long overdue.

There was silence; the lights began to fade away slowly. A soft instrumental echoes out across the audience. It starts slowly, a beautiful sound that contrasts the heaviness of the world. Like feathers, it glides among the waiting audience. The lighting fixtures produce a gentle spotlight upon the stage, offset by the occasional flash here and there. As the song continues, a woman’s words begin to come through. Her voice is tender, not raising upon a whisper.

Deceived by my eyes and all I was told I should see
Opinions not mine, the person they taught me to be
One night in the dark, a vision of someone I knew
And in the darkness I saw, a voice say, I'm you.

On the stage, a feminine figure appears. Her head lowered to everything. People cannot make out who it is. As she stands there, the flashes briefly illuminate her figure. It only gives small clues on who stands at the gate. She stands in the spotlight, her shadow cast large and proudly among the stage.

Inside me a light was turned on…

The instrumental picks up again. An electric guitar now joins the progressively exciting instrumentals of before. The singer’s voice suddenly intensifies.

Then I was alive!

In the light, it is revealed that it was Savannah Taylor. She stands at the gate, a robe of obsidian and ivory hues. The hood of it shadows her eyes, but the intensity of the final EXODUS World Champion remains clear as day. She starts off down the ramp, with a serious aura radiating from her body.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, from LAS VEGAS, NEVADA! She is “The Las Vegas Siren” SAAAAVANNAAAAAH TAAAAAAYLORRRRR!!!

If you close your eyes your life,
A naked truth revealed
Dreams you never lived,
And scars never healed

Savannah makes her way up the ring steps. She looks out towards the audience for a moment before entering the ring. From there, she heads for a turnbuckle. She stands there, taking in everything. She then lifts her up on top of it. She peers out in nothing, then takes off the hood with a flashy flourish. Her blonde locks fly up in the air. They descend, shaping her face as they famously do.

In the darkness, light will take you to the other side
You'll find me waiting there you'll see, if you just close your eyes

While she stands in her corner, she closes her eyes and takes a heavy breath. When her bright eyes open, Taylor is completely composed. There is nothing more than the heat of battle awaiting her. She takes off her robe, giving it to a stagehand. She stretches her wrists before devoting her mind to the war upon the horizon.

Kris Cruise: Taylor has come up short before in a couple FGA title matches. Will June 25th be her night?

Stephy Auger: You bet it will. It’s right there for the taking. Chris Madison is no push over. But the Las Vegas Siren has the drive and the tools to get the job done. You’re looking at your next Pride Champion.

"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

Showing the back of her coat and then swinging around to the championship glistening on her waist. When the camera pans upward, the arrogant gaze of Izzy Anders and all of her features are shown in full. She strokes her chin, grinning vehemently as she does. The champion enjoys the hatred she is facing. Unhooking the championship around her waist, Izzy proudly represents her status as both champion and antagonist by raising the championship and her middle finger. She begins to walk down the ramp, lowering her head to purposely block her gaze from the very fans she believes turned on her.

J.A. Aldridge: And their partner, fighting out of Holland, Michigan by way of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, Canada! She is the reigning FGA Undisputed Champion! “The Mindkiller” IZZYYYYY AAAAANDERRRRRSSSS!!!

Uh, doing music, TV and movies, sitting on the floors we ain't heard of
And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here)
Running laps around these hoes (for years)
Running the game with no cheat codes

Once the call came out, Izzy stops on the end of the ramp, lowering her finger and her championship. She dips downward and hurls the championship high up into the air into the ring. While it flies sky high, Izzy runs and slides under the bottom rope. She heads over to the nearest turnbuckle, taking her sweet time to remove her infamous eyepatch. The championship clatters against the mat, landing roughly. Izzy steps off the ropes and heads for the center of the ring. She takes off her coat and flings it off with her usual elegance brandish. Once it's out of the way, Izzy takes a seat in her usual off-center spot. She drags her championship close to her, draping across her lap. The Mindkiller narrows her belligerent focus onto the upcoming battle.

Kris Cruise: Izzy Anders is so proud of herself for taking out Cherry and sneaking that clause into the contract.

Stephy Auger: The Mindkiller has proven over and over that she’s several steps ahead of Karma. At Al-Star Showdown, she puts him in her rearview mirror for good when she puts him out of his misery.

The bell sounds as Karma and Taylor starts things off for their respective squads. The crowd is solidly behind Karma. But given the setting of tonight’s venue, a large portion of the crowd is pro-Taylor.

Kris Cruise: Interesting crowd reaction here tonight.

Stephy Auger: Why? Were you honestly expecting the Las Vegas Siren to get booed out of her own home state?

Kris Cruise: It wouldn’t be the first time that a local has gotten a negative reaction.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but not someone who looks like her and has her talent.

The two grapplers circle the ring until Taylor puts the brakes. She then smirks as she steps back and tags in Izzy Anders, who is met with an explosion of boos from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Wait just a minute! Taylor just tagged in Anders! But Anders and Karma can’t have any sort of physical interaction! If Karma touches Anders before their Undisputed Championship match, then that match is off! Karma gets nothing!

Stephy Auger: Let’s see how strong Karma really is.

Anders sneers as she takes in the boos. She then turns over and looks at Karma. She smirks at her challenger before making her way over towards him. Anders can be seen waving on Karma. But Karma shakes his head. Anders continues to try and goad Karma. But Karma refuses. Anders then makes a derogatory remark towards Karma, which catches attention.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh...

Stephy Auger: Buh-bye title shot.

Anders’ eyes widen while Karma’s eyes narrow. Anders continues to taunt Karma with how she beat the hell out of Cherry Baum. Karma can be seen gritting his teeth while he tries to restrain himself. Anders then puts her hands behind her back and sticks her chin out while she talks about how helpless Cherry was. Karma begins pacing back and forth. He takes quick glances over at Anders, whom he looks at with absolutely disgust. Anders then drops down to her knees and yells at Karma to beat her to a pulp like she did Cherry. Karma then stops as he slowly turns to the crowd.

Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Karma is visibly shaking as it takes every bit of willpower to hold himself back. But he ultimately refuses, turning his back to Anders. The Mindkiller cackles as Taylor darts across the ring and knocks Karma down with a clothesline from behind. The mixed reaction continues as Taylor gets to her feet and puts the boots to Karma.

Kris Cruise: Anders tried to goad Karma into punching her! She wanted Karma to attack her so bad so she could get that title match thrown out! But it didn’t work!

Stephy Auger: What do you mean it didn’t work! She’s all in his head, Cruise! Wake up!

After taylor drags Karma into the corner, she steps back out onto the apron before Anders can properly tag her in.

Taylor re-enters the ring, picks up Karma in the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then brings Karma from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Karma reverses, sending her into the far ropes. When Taylor returns, the crowd responds with a mixed reaction when she tackles Karma down with a Lou Thesz Press. She then mounts herself on top of Karma and hammers away with punches to the face. But Karma is ultimately able to turn over and responds with punches of his own.

After pulling up Taylor, Karma marches into the corner, slams her face-first onto the top turnbuckle and tags in Chris Madison.

The crowd erupts with cheers with the Pride Champion gets in and nails Taylor with three blows to the face. He then takes Taylor, wrenches her arm and tags in Chris Bond.

The crowd cheers then The Battle-Hardened Veteran gets in and wrenches Taylor’s arm. He then reaches over and tags in Lowri Moss. The young upstarts gets in, takes Taylor by the arm and wrenches it. Taylor can be seen cringing in pain while she reaches out to her corner with her free arm.

Kris Cruise: Look at Savannah taylor reaching out to Izzy Anders for help!

Stephy Auger: She is not! She’s reaching out to her corner!

Moss keeps the standing armbar applied until Taylor uses her free arm to move Moss into the ropes. The ref then goes over and gives both grapplers until the count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

After both grapplers make a clean break, Taylor tries to Moss with a boot to the midsection. But Moss catches her foot. Taylor then quickly follows up with an enzuigiri, sending Moss through the ropes and to the floor.

Stephy Auger: She didn’t miss that time!

Kris Cruise: You could hear the echo from that kick all the way in the cheap seats!

While Moss tries to shake out the cobwebs, Taylor steps out onto the apron. She then points over at Madison. Taylor continues to argue with the Pride Champion before knocking Moss down with an Asai Moonsault. The crowd responds with a mixed reaction.

Kris Cruise: I think she just told Madison that this is what’s in store for him at All-Star Showdown.

Stephy Auger: All that and more!

Taylor picks up Moss and rolls her back inside before sliding back in and making the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Moss kicks out.

Taylor picks up Moss, places her in a front facelock and backs up into her corner, where Ricky Valero tags himself in. The crowd boos when valero gets in and nails Moss with a double ax handle across the back. After snapmaring Moss down to the mat, Valero follows up with a hard stiff kick to the back, causing Moss to arch her back in pain. He then reaches back and tags AMIRA back in. The crowd erupts with boos when the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion gets in and kicks away at Moss’ back. She then reaches down and tries to snap Moss’ neck with a neck crank. The ref gets down and asks Moss if she wants to give up. But Moss refuses.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA would love to put Moss out of action with this move. She arguably the one that AMIRA has the biggest issue with heading into All-Star Showdown.

Stephy Auger: And with good reason. That thief stole the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship with her.

Kris Cruise: Yeah, then she returned it to the office while AMIRA continues to parade around with that mockery of a custom championship belt. But hopefully that will come to an end if one of the other six competitors wins that Ladder Match.

The crowd cheers as Moss slowly returns to her feet. She then nails AMIRA with four elbows to the midsection, breaking the hold. Moss then runs towards the ropes. But when she comes back, AMIRA has already ran past her and into the ropes. After Moss slams on the brakes and turns around, AMIRA knocks her down with a rolling koppu kick. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Moss gets her shoulder up.

AMIRA picks up Moss and whips her into the corner. She then runs across the ring and goes for a corner cartwheel jumping high kick. But Moss rolls out of the way, causing AMIRA to miss. When the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion returns to her feet, Moss dives over and tags in Madison.

The crowd erupts with cheers when Madison gets in, runs over and knocks down AMIRA with a clothesline. Madison then knocks her down with another running clothesline. After bringing AMIRA back to her feet, Madison goes for an irish whip. But AMIRA reverses,s ending him into the ropes, where Taylor nails him with a knee to the back. While Madison staggers away from the ropes, AMIRA runs over and knocks him down with a jumping high knee. She then goes over and tag in Taylor.

Kris Cruise: Now Taylor all of a sudden wants to get in after cheap shotting Madison and after he gets knocked down by AMIRA

Stephy Auger: Oh cut it out, Cruise! She called Madison out for tonight. She met him face to face tonight. Then she nearly knocked his lights out with that punch to the face. Savannah Taylor isn’t afraid of Chris Madison, I can tell you that much.

Taylor picks up Madison, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. When Taylor turns Madison around, she pummels him down in the corner with stomps to the chest. She then follows up with stomps to the face before choking him. The ref gives Taylor until a count of five to break the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Taylor lets go… only to choke Madison again!

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…FIV-

As Taylor steps back from out of the corner, the ref begins to admonish her for not breaking the hold in time. While the ref’s back in turned, Anders rushes over and puts the boots to Madison before choking him herself.

Kris Cruise: Come on, ref, turn around!

Stephy Auger: Whaaaat, he’s doing his job? You don’t want him to do his job now?

Bond has had enough. He tries to go in after Anders, but the ref turns and sees him. While he’s holding Bond back, Heroes Never Die drag Madison over into their corner before putting the boots to him. After Anders slaps her hands together, Taylor heads back out onto the apron while Anders begins to taunt the Pride Champion.

Kris Cruise: Look at her, Stephy! She’s real proud of herself, isn’t she?

Stephy Auger: As she should! She’s changing FGA!

Kris Cruise: Oh please!

Anders picks up Madison, hooks his arms around the top rope and nails him with a European Uppercut. She then slaps Madison before nailing him with another European Uppercut. She then slaps Madison again. The last slap wakes Madison up. He quickly grabs Anders, tosses her against the ropes and unleashes a flurry of elbow smashes to the face. While Anders is dazed, Madison turns and runs into the far ropes. When Madison returns, Anders runs over to cut him off with a yakuza kick. But Madison catches her foot. He then swings Anders’ leg away from him. When Anders turns around, Madison motions to throw out an attack. But he stops dead in his tracks when Anders spits right in his face. The crowd erupts with boos.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on! What the hell was that!?

Anders then quickly doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before knocking him down to a knee after an axe kick to the back of the head. While Madison tries to shake out the cobwebs, Anders turns and runs into the ropes. When she returns, she knocks Madison down with A Gift For You (penalty kick). She drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Madison gets his shoulder up.

Anders goes over and tags in Valero, who rushes into the ring and gives Madison the Leg drops of Jupiter (rally of consecutive leg drops). He turns and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Madison gets his shoulder up.

Valero picks up Madison and sets him up for the PinnaclePlex before taunting Bond. He then goes to lift Madison up, but Madison counters with three elbows to the back of the head. After performing a standing switch, he grabs Valero from behind and throws him down with the Millennium Suplex (crossface chickenwing suplex). He turns Valero over and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
AMIRA breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

Madison picks up Valero, brings him over and tags in Karma. The crowd explodes with cheers when Karma gets back in. He then takes Valero and whips him into the ropes. When Valero returns, Karma delivers an inverted atomic drop. He then delivers three snapping jabs, followed by a right hook that knocks him down.

Kris Cruise: Sugar Ray Karma.

Valero gets back up, but Karma knocks him back down with another right hook. After Valero returns to his feet, Karma grabs Valero, runs, leaps over the top rope and brings him down with Macho Karma. After Karma looks up at Anders, he climbs back up onto the apron, runs over, runs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and knocks Valero down with a flying double ax handle smash. He then looks over at Anders while he drops down and makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Valero gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Karma should be less focused on Anders and more focused on getting the win for his team.

Karma picks up Valero and whips him into the ropes. As soon as Valero bounces off the ropes, Karma doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before setting him up for Dazed, Confused and All Messed Up!

Kris Cruise: Karma’s got this crowd on their feet! Valero could be seconds away from getting dropped right on his head!

As Karma looks over and points at Anders, Valero counters with a back body drop, sending Karma over the top rope and to the floor to boos from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: See!

The boos continue as Anders taunts Karma from the apron. While Karma pulls himself up on the outside, Valero runs into the ropes. When Valero comes back, Karma slides in and tries to cut him off with a clothesline. But Valero ducks and runs into the ropes. When Valero returns, the crowd cheers when Karma knocks him down with Check Your Chiclets (superkick). While Valero is down, Karma steps out onto the apron and tries to climb up to the top turnbuckle. But Taylor rushes across the apron and shoves Karma off the turnbuckles, sending him tumbling down to the floor!

Kris Cruise: Karma was seconds away from probably dropping that flying elbow right on top of Valero! Damn her!

The mixed reaction continues while Taylor climbs up onto the middle ropes and shouts down at Karma. The mixed reaction turns to cheers when Madison runs across the ring and connects with a running bicycle knee to the face, knocking Taylor off the apron and crashing down to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Down goes Taylor!

Stephy Auger: Gah!

Before Masion can turn around, he gets knocked face-first into the corner by a running front dropkick from AMIRA. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion climbs up onto the middle ropes, places Madison in a front facelock and brings him down with an inverted tornado DDT. As soon as AMIRA gets up, the crowd cheers when Moss hooks her from behind before bringing her down with Nos Da (rolling cutter).

Kris Cruise: Lowri Moss has just laid out the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion! Is that a sign of things to come at All-Star Showdown Six!?

Stephy Auger: Let’s hope not!

After the Mid-Atlantic Legacy challenger turns to her feet, Anders spins her around, doubles her over with a boot to the midsection, lifts her up and plants her with Spin The Black Circle REDUX (double underhook piledriver). The crowd boos as Anders just laid out Moss. But the boos turn to cheers when Anders turns around and comes face to face with Karma.

Stephy Auger: Deck her, Karma! Deck her and screw yourself over! Cost yourself a shot at the one thing you’ve always wanted. DO IT!

While Karma and Anders are still face to face, Valero comes from behind with a superkick. But Karma ducks, causing Anders to nailed in the face.

Kris Cruise: Anders just got caught with the superkick!

Stephy Auger: NOOOOO!

While Anders tries to get up, Karma grabs Valero and whips him into Anders. After they collides, Anders falls through the ropes as Valero stumbles back towards Karma, who grabs him from behind, turns him around and knocks him down with hard Times (wrist clutch turned into a short-arm Bionic Elbow). The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

The crowd explodes with cheers as “When The Levee Breaks” blasts over the PA.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, JOHNNY KARMA, CHRIS MADISON, LOWRI MOSS and CHRIS BOND!

The cheers continue as Karma gets his arm raised.

Kris Cruise: Johnny Karma gets the victory for his team!

Stephy Auger: He touched Izzy Anders! He should be removed from that title match immediately!

Kris Cruise: He didn’t superkick her. Ricky Valero did.

Stephy Auger: Yeah? Well… he threw Valero into herQ

Kris Cruise: No, he irish whipped Valero. It’s not his fault Anders and Valero happened to crash into each other.

Stephy Auger: THIS IS NOT FAIR!

Kris Cruise: You want to know what’s not fair? Izzy Anders and Savannah Taylor screwing Cordy Stevenson out of her FGA Undisputed Championship! Neither was them injuring Cordy and putting them out of action! Neither was Izzy attacking Cherry unprovoked! But they will both get what they deserve at All-Star Showdown Six, I can promise you that! For Stephy Auger, this is Kris Cruise signing off! We’ll see you in two weeks at All-Star Showdown Six!

Back in the ring, Karma climbs up onto the middle ropes and points at Anders while Anders and Taylor make their way up the ramp. Anders holds her title in the air while Karma motions that the belt is coming to him...