All-Star Showdown VI: Night One (06.24.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

And now, Frontier Grappling Arts presents…

The scene shifts to an outside shot of Staples Center in Los Angeles, California! We then transition inside the arena, where red and white fireworks shoot off in various patterns. We then head to a wide shot of the arena. The camera pans around, capturing the rabid crowd.

Kris Cruise: Welcome everyone to sunny Los Angeles, California! Welcome to the FGA’s latest pay per view extravaganza! Wellllcome… to AAAALL-STAAAAARRR SHOOOWWWWDOWWWWWN SIX!!! I am Kris Cruise and joining me as always is my colleague, Stephy Auger! Tonight, we come to you from the jam-packed Staples Center for night one, but two pay per view events! This is a first for us, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: We’ve done double shots before. But never before on Pay Per View. There’s a first time for everything!

Kris Cruise: Yes there is. Like tonight in the main event, when Felicity Banks and Chandler Scott will clash for the first time ever! What a match that is going to be!

Stephy Auger: Both grapplers are at the tops of their games. But Felicity Banks is the only one with gold around her waist! They’re both two-time World Champions in their respective promotions. But Felicity is the reigning champion, Cruise! She’s the reigning champion for a reason and tonight, it will be The Supreeeemaaaaah that reigns supreme!

Kris Cruise: Well I’m sure if you asked Chandler Scott, he would tell you that it’s him who will reign supreme in tonight's main event. But that it not all. Also here tonight in a headlining match, two former foes reignite their rivalry when The Tenacious Little Bastard Dom Harter goes one on one with Jimmy Page!

Stephy Auger: For months, Page has called Dom Harter out for faking his “new leaf.” But Harter has stuck to his story and has continued to show the world that he is not the same man that he was before. Meanwhile, Page has continued to show everyone that is is still as wild and as crazy as ever! In the weeks leading up to this match, we’ve seen Page beat the likes of Molly Reid and Dan Herrera, two people that Harter holds near and dear to his heart. Tonight, Page is looking to rip that heart right out of Harter’s chest! But The Tenacious Little bastard has other plans. And that’s putting Page and their past behind him, once and for all!

Kris Cruise: Then we have the return of Heather Lasiewicz to pay per view when she goes up against Molly Reid!

Stephy Auger: Molly Reid begged and pleaded and whined about deserving a big match on a stage like All-Star Showdown Six. Well be careful what you wish for girly, because you’ve just got it! Lasiewicz made her in-ring return nearly two months ago and defeated Dom Harter, thus proving that she hasn’t lost a step. But she’s going to have to be on her toes tonight. As much as I’m not Molly’s biggest fan, you can’t deny what she’s done over the past year! That should be a good one!

Kris Cruise: We’ve also got not one, not two, but THREE championships on the line here tonight! The Elysian Empire will defend their World Tag Team Titles against The Keisters and the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad! Terrence Tillman finally gets his chance to reclaim the 15 Championship when he challengers Macy Dover! Then, in what should be one of the craziest matches of this entire weekend, AMIRA defends her Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship...

Stephy Auger: Magnificent AMIRA Legacy Champion!

Kris Cruise: … against Brian Stryker, Julian Tijerina, NEON, Sadie San Francisco, Blake Rogers and Lowri Moss! We’ve got all this and more for you here tonight. But right now, let’s send it down to the ring for a Grudge Match that has literally been years in the making. J.A., take it away!

[FGA Office]

Daniel Widdel vs. Stunray

The signature guitar riff of “Psycho” by Muse blasts into the excited air and a chorus of boos emanates from the sold out arena. The drums start pounding away and Stunray strides out onto the stage, walking faster than typical, not bothering to even glance toward the LA audience. The camera zooms up to him as he stops dead center on the FGA stage. As opposed to the usual, Stunray only pauses for a moment, eyes seeming to drift toward somebod out-of-frame before he resumes his stride.

J.A Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Rochester, New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… he is STUNNNRAAAYYYYY!

He ignores the outstretched hands of adults and children alike as he focuses on the ring. He reaches it, climbs the stairs and walks along the ring apron. He lifts his arms again as he reaches the center of the apron and looks upwards towards the lights to the tune of an unimpressed crowd.

Kris Cruise: There is Stunray, someone who-- I think we can agree-- has been absolutely disgusting over the past few weeks. I understand his anger. I understand his desire for retribution or one-upsmanship, or whatever he’s currently out to gain from Daniel Widdel-- but he’s crossed lines, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Kind of, maybe.

Stunray slowly drops his arms before climbing between the second and third ropes… but he pauses, eyes moving to the same spot in the front row they had a few seconds earlier. Stunray drops down from the audience and there is a mixed reaction from the audience as Delta Madison finally appears on camera. Stunray’s eyes widen and his smile broadens as he reaches her, saying “hello” as he reaches out for her hands. Madison looks slightly uncomfortable, glancing toward audience members who chant ”NO!” toward her… but she politely allows Stunray to take her hands, to a chorus of boos, saying sometihng that the cameras can’t pick up. Stunray begins to say something back-- when the acoustic chords of "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots echo through the sound system! Stunray lowers his arms and turns toward the ramp with a grimace.

Kris Cruise: The world’s gotta wonder what kind of a mood Daniel Widdel is in here tonight at All-Star Showdown VI after Stunray threw Amiee Widdel through a pure glass pane three weeks back.

Stephy Auger: And this wasn’t a prop. This wasn’t the sugar glass we could get here in Hollywood. This was glass. But after sticking her nose in the middle of this as often as she did, why is anyone surprised Amiee got what was coming?!

Kris Cruise: …

When the hard hitting chorus hits, Daniel Widdel steps on stage. He extends out his arms out to his sides leaning his head back soaking in the positive reaction from the fans. Daniel lowers his arms to pause for a moment to take in everything. Daniel eyes the ring-- specifically Stunray-- while he walks down the walkway. His gaze lingers on Delta Madison in the crowd for a moment, traveling back to Stunray before he makes his way to the former.

J.A Aldridge: And his opponent… on his way to the ring, hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds… DAAANNNIEL WIIIDDDELLLL!

After briefly consulting with Delta, making sure she’s “okay”, Daniel jumps onto the apron and springs himself over the top rope. Daniel goes to the farthest right turnbuckle and shouts out to pump up the fans and himself… before quickly and readily whipping his head toward Stunray. Widdel jumps down the turnbuckle and the cameras pan toward Delta Madison, who lightly applauds. We cut to a shot, showing her from behind while Daniel goes to the corner, playing to the audience in the ring. With a sigh, he lowers his head onto the corner, taking a few deep breaths as his music fades. The ref yells for Stunray to get in the ring, but Stunray paces on the outside, clearly upset.

Stephy Auger: Stunray needs to get a grip. This woman has some sort of a hold on him and it’s gonna cost him here against Widdel, damnit!

Kris Cruise: Delta Madison’s been front row for a while here, but I’d be surprised if her very presence didn’t somehow affect the course of this matchup.

Daniel beckons Stunray into the ring but the veteran Stunray demands that the ref “BACK HIM UP!” as he climbs the steel steps, walking onto the apron. To a chorus of annoyed boos from the audience, the referee motions for Daniel Widdel to back to the far side of the ring. With an eyeroll, Widdel steps back, focusing his glare on Stunray. After what seems to be an eternity, Stunray steps into the ring. The ref looks back at the antsy Widdel and then at Stunray, visually checking both men for several seconds… before calling for the bell!

Stephy Auger: And it’s on, Cruise!

The two rush at each other and trade rights and lefts to a roar from the audience! The ref tries to call out each closed fists, but to the delight of the crowd, he quickly loses track! Widdel is backed into the ropes at first and a wave of boos ensues! Stunray delivers a hard shot to the side of the head and then a second straight to the nose! Widdel sinks to a knee and Stunray unleashes another flurry of closed fists, knocking Widdel all the way to a seated position!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Stephy Auger: Look at this striking power!

Kris Cruise: This is a steady assault by Stunray. Daniel Widdel is getting absolutely rocked. The ref might have to call this…

Stunray yells back out into the lively LA audience but earns another chorus of boos in response. The camera shows that Widdel clearly has a bloody nose and his eye is already threatening to swell from the assault. Stunray forces him upright and Irish Whips him… but Widdel reverses it! Stunray bounces off the ropes and he’s planted with a Spinebuster to the delight of the crowd! Stunray quickly scrambles to his feet, holding his back, but with a yell, the bloodied Daniel Widdel rushes forward and delivers a vicious Superman Punch!

Stephy Auger: Good God…

Kris Cruise: There! Hitman! And WHAT a Hitman by Daniel Widdel!

The shot sends Stunray rolling head-over-heels! Stunray rolls up to his knees and stumbles to his feet with a glare at Widdel, but earns a kick to the abdomen and a Spike DDT! Flipping onto his back, Stunray goes completely limp! The audience reaches a fever pitch for Widdel, who wipes blood from his face, slowly climbing to his knees, face growing red, seething with rage as he looks at Stunray.

Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel could end this right n-- where is he going now?

Widdel rolls from the ring and kneels down, lifting up the ring skirt to retrieve a single steel chair to the delight of the audience. Widdel shakes his head at Stunray, muttering under his breath before rolling into the ring! Immediately, the referee tries to get in Widdel’s way but he’s stiff-armed and shoved aside!

Stephy Auger: That’s gonna cost him!

Kris Cruise: I think Daniel Widdel is about to regret this night. But he knows precisely what he wants to do right now!

A ”HIT HIM!” chant echoes throughout the Staples Center. Widdel uses the chair to push himself to his feet, glaring at the groggy Stunray, who begs him off. Stunray slowly rises to his knees, holding both hands out… but Widdel rushes forward and swings the chair full-force into the side of Stunray’s skull!

Kris Cruise: Oh God!

DING! DING! DING!

The referee rises to his feet and immediately calls for the bell! The timekeeper sounds the bell, but Widdel rises the chair over his head and brings it down across Stunray’s sternum! Stunray cries out in agony, stumbling to his feet, only to catch a third shot to the back! The shot sends Stunray stumbling into the ropes, but he turns around, taking another shot directly to the skull! Stunray hits the canvas, eyes wide and empty while the audience erupts.

Stephy Auger: Daniel Widdel has lost his damn mind.

Kris Cruise: And you’re not the only one that feels that way. Look at this.

The camera shows Delta Madison rising to her feet, shaking her head at the action in the ring. She looks toward Daniel with a pleading look, but Widdel doesn’t notice her-- doesn’t glance in her direction. He wipes blood from his nose again, looking toward Stunray who has a trail of crimson leaking from his hairline at this point. Sighing, Delta Madison turns, pushing through the crowd, abandoning her chair in the front row.

Stephy Auger: You scared her away, Widdel! Look at him, Cruise, he’s like a man possessed!

Daniel yells for Stunray to get up. Slowly, Stunray uses the ropes to pull himself up, face now a crimson mask.

Stephy Auger: Look out!

Widdel strides toward Stunray but the latter leaps up, nailing a high Dropkick! The chair flies back into Daniel’s face, knocking him to the ground. Stunray drops to the mat and rolls from the ring as quickly as he can, touching his face, looking at his fingers, finally seeing the blood. He looks back at Daniel before he hobbles over to the barricade, eyes falling on the empty chair where Delta Madison once sat. His eyes widen and Stunray immediately begins to ask the members of the audience where she’s gone, receiving a mixture of jeers and jumbled answers in response.

Stephy Auger: This is all Daniel’s fault!

Kris Cruise: Delta Madison walked out after seeing the more barbaric side of Daniel Widdel tonight and Stunray looks beside himself… but he should consider himself lucky to get out of there before Daniel scored another blow with that now-mangled steel chair!

Stunray, wide-eyed, hops the barricade to a mixed reaction from the fans, pushing through them, following their lead to find Delta Madison.

Kris Cruise: This match ends in a DQ finish, but Stunray is going after Delta! The man is obsessed!

Stephy Auger: Can it, Cruise!

Widdel finally rises to his feet in the center of the ring to a roar from the crowd-- but he looks incensed as he realizes Stunray is nowhere to be found.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as the result of a disqualification… STUNNNNRAAAAYYYY!

No music plays but the boos of the audience are near-deafening. Daniel throws the chair to the mat in anger, hopping through the ropes, marching up the ramp toward the back, ignoring the calls and outstretched hands of the fans in attendance. Slowly, we fade to black.

[FGA Office]

The scene switches to an area backstage at the Staples Center, where Jessie Pederson is seen, with microphone in hand. Stood beside Jessie is Lowri Moss, who has already changed into the new ring attire that she is debuting tonight, which is in the colors of the Wales rugby union team, and consists of a red top and white trunks, with red knee pads and boots. Forgoing any preamble, Jessie immediately commences the interview.

Jessie Pederson: Lowri, later tonight you will be competing in a ladder match for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. This will be your first time challenging for a title in FGA, and with it coming on such a grand stage as All-Star Showdown, you must be feeling the nerves right now.

Lowri Moss: Actually, Jessie, I’m less nervous now than I was two weeks ago, prior to appearing in the main event of Vertigo.

This news surprises Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Are you really?

Lowri nods.

Lowri Moss: I am indeed. The match two weeks ago was my first appearance in a main event in FGA, so that was one reason for me to be nervous, but I was also concerned that I might potentially let down my much more illustrious tag team partners. However, in retrospect, with how things turned out, I needn’t have worried, and so yes, following on from that experience, I’m not as nervous tonight as I was then.

After the briefest of pauses, Lowri continues.

Lowri Moss: Jessie, you just mentioned what a big stage All-Star Showdown is, and having re-watched the episode of Vertigo from two weeks ago, I’ve gotten to hear Stephy Auger say that she thought this will be my first time on a big stage like this - and she’s right, it will be: I haven’t ever been involved in an event of this magnitude before, and I am young, and I am inexperienced. But yet, despite that, I’m not overawed - I’m confident that this won’t all be too much for me, and that I can be the one to leave Los Angeles with the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in their possession.

Jessie Pederson: If you heard that remark from Stephy Auger, then I assume that you must’ve also heard her continue to call you a thief.

Being reminded of that draws a scoff from Lowri.

Lowri Moss: I did, but I would rather not dignify that opinion of hers with a response.

Jessie Pederson: Okay, I can understand that.

Jessie then moves on to her next question.

Jessie Pederson: So to pick up on something you just said, why do you believe that, despite having less experience than any of your opponents, you can win this match?

As she contemplates the question, Lowri taps her chin.

Lowri Moss: Because I need this more than they do. Now, I know that it’s a bit of a cliché for someone to say that they need something more than their opponents, but in this case, as far as I’m concerned, I genuinely believe that it’s true.

She folds her arms.

Lowri Moss: Jessie, I know you’re the one that’s supposed to be conducting an interview here, but I would like to ask you a question, if I may.

Jessie Pederson: Alright.

Lowri Moss: As well as a lack of experience, what else is different about me, compared to my six opponents?

Jessie is quick to give an answer.

Jessie Pederson: You’re British.

Lowri frowns.

Lowri Moss: What? No...well, yes, but that’s not what I meant.

Jessie Pederson: Oh. Sorry.

Lowri Moss: No, it’s fine.

She lets out a small sigh.

Lowri Moss: What I was getting at is that, unlike my opponents, I don’t have any accolades to my name. For the other five challengers, the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship would just be something to add to their list of achievements, and before AMIRA defeated Dom Harter to win the title, she too already had another championship reign to her name. As for me though, this would be the first title of my career, and while I’m not trying to claim that my reasons for wanting to get my hands on the belt are purer than anyone else’s, I do believe that winning the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship would be a more meaningful and more significant moment in my career than it would be for any of my opponents.

Lowri looks away from Jessie momentarily; she then looks back to the reporter, and continues.

Lowri Moss: When I made my professional debut last year, one of the goals that I set myself was to win a title in my rookie year; I hoped that I would’ve managed to accomplish that particular goal by now, but instead, nearly ten months later, I’m still waiting to break my duck. I did have two opportunities to get off the mark earlier this year, but on both occasions, my hopes were ended by James Edwards.

Jessie interjects with a comment.

Jessie Pederson: I guess you must be glad that he’s otherwise engaged this weekend then.

That elicits a laugh from Lowri.

Lowri Moss: Yeah, I suppose so.

She then unfolds her arms.

Lowri Moss: Words like “natural” and “prodigy” have been used to describe my talent, and I appreciate any and all praise that I receive. However, most people measure success in championships, and this may well be my final chance to win a title in my rookie year - I’m certainly beginning to run out of time.

Jessie Pederson: Is tonight a case of do or die for you then?

Lowri rubs her nose.

Lowri Moss: I’m not sure I would go quite that far, but I will say that I can’t think of anywhere better than All-Star Showdown to be the setting for the first title win of my career. Now it’s up to me to prove that I have the drive, the focus, and the determination required to be a champion.

She places her hands on her hips.

Lowri Moss: Two months ago, I stopped AMIRA from throwing the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship in the trash, and tonight, it’s time for me to start to create my legacy in FGA, by winning that very same championship; I want that title, and soon, it’ll be time for me to climb up a ladder, and take it.

The camera then cuts away.

[FGA Office]

FGA WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
(c) Elysian Empire vs. PolyChromatic Lion Attack Squad vs. The Keisters

'Do I Wanna Know' begins to play throughout the arena as Kimmi Keister slowly struts out from behind the curtain. She poses with her chest out, and her hands on her hips as the fans begin to boo. She's soon joined by her sisters; Kalli and Kammi flank her on either side. The three women begin to walk down to the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is a triple threat tag team match, and it is for the FGA World Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the first of the challengers...at a combined weight of two-hundred and ninety pounds...KIMMI AND KALLI KEISTER!

The three women continue to walk down the ramp until they get to the ring and slide inside. The crowd boos loudly as the women dance around the ring before retreating to their corner to discuss the match.

Kris Cruise: Tonight we’ll see Kimmi and Kalli in action, while Kammi watches along from the sidelines.

Stephy Auger: This is the Keisters time Cruise, I can feel it. They’re going to walk out of here as the new tag team champions and prove every single one of these fans wrong!

...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. They give head nods to the fans before they begin heading towards the ring as a spotlight stays on them

J.A. Aldridge: And introducing next, the second of the challengers...at a combined weight of three-hundred and thirty two pounds...DAN HERRERA AND PEACHES, THE POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAD

My knuckles have turned to white

There's no turning back tonight

Kiss me one last time

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 climb into the ring.

Kris Cruise: Dan Herrera was tag team champion for nearly seven months last year alongside Cordy Stevenson. Now he’s looking to win it again, this time with his girlfriend, the very lovely Peaches.

Stephy Auger: Very lovely? I think you need to redefine what that means.

“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 finally...introducing your champions! At a combined weight of four-hundred and ninety-five pounds...EMERY AND ELON ELYSIAN, THE ELYSIAN EMPIRE!

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: The Elysians have looked really good since they won their tag team titles from the Usual Suspects back in April, but they’re still looking for their first defense as champs. Will that come tonight?

Stephy Auger: I doubt it. The Keisters look locked in tonight. I really think this is their match to lose.

Kris Cruise: Remember folks, this is a triple threat tag team match. Which means that only two wrestlers will be legal in the ring at any time, but anyone on the the apron can make a legal tag. It doesn’t matter if you’re on the same team or not. So this should get quite interesting.

The referee motions for everyone to get into their corners and prepare to start the match. The ref points at the two challenger teams and tells them that they’ll be starting the match. Kimmi Keister slowly steps into the ring as Peaches does the same across from them. The two face off as the ref calls for the bell and gets the match underway! Immediately, Kimmi smiles and turns around. She walks right over to the Elysian Empire corner and slaps Emery on the shoulder before turning around and retreating to her corner, leaving a surprised Emery and exacerbated Peaches behind in the ring. The ref motions for Emery to get in the ring, which he does after a shrug.

Kris Cruise: Kimmi immediately tags herself out with Emery Elysian, wanting nothing to do with the start of this match

Stephy Auger: It’s strategy Kris! Why would she risk doing damage to herself when she can watch these two teams tear each other apart?

Peaches immediately runs at Emery and catches him off guard with a forearm to the head. This staggers Emery, which allows Peaches to run and hit a jumping forearm strike to Emery’s head again. Peaches jumps and delivers a dropkick to Emery’s knee, which causes him to lose his balance and fall down to said knee. Peaches uses this moment to turn and run at the opposite ropes, rebounding off of them and jumping into the air to deliver a big dropkick to Emery’s chest that sends him flat on his back.

Kris Cruise: Huge dropkick from Peaches that takes Emery off of his feet, Peaches looks in control here early on

Stephy Auger: She better hope Emery doesn’t get a hold of her though, otherwise she’ll be tossed around that ring

Peaches quickly scrambles over and crawls on top of Emery, hooking his leg and looking for an early fall. But Emery shoves her off him before the referee can even drop down to start counting the pin.

Kris Cruise: Way too early for a pin, Emery wasn’t having any of that

Peaches gets to her feet and looks at her partner for a moment, but turns back towards Emery as Dan nods and the crowd cheers her on. Peaches moves towards the corner of the ring where no team is located and climbs up to the top rope. She gains her balance before looking down at Emery, who sees this from his back and rolls away, out of Peaches leaping range. Peaches frowns and then hops down off the rope as Emery gets to his feet slowly across the ring. Peaches runs at him and leaps into the air, looking to hit a flying crossbody. But Emery catches her out of midair and slams Peaches down back-first into the mat.

Kris Cruise: What a show of strength and balance shown by Emery to catch Peaches like that and slam her down.

Stephy Auger: That’s going to change momentum in this match, especially if Emery is able to tag someone else into the match.

After a few moments of neither wrestler moving, Emery slowly gets to his feet and moves towards his corner. He reaches out and tags in his parner Elon, who quickly hops under the top rope and into the ring. Elon walks over to Peaches and grabs her by the ankle, preventing her from reaching her partner. Elon lifts Peaches’ ankle and starts twisting as she yells out in pain from the ankle lock. Peaches grits her teeth and tries to crawl towards the ropes as Elon keeps working on that right ankle. Eventually Peaches is able to spin onto her back and kick Elon away from her, breaking the hold. But Elon wastes no time in diving on top of Peaches to keep her grounded. Elon wraps his arms around Peaches head, locking her in a headlock and cranking on her head. Peaches gets her hands up near Elon’s face, trying to punch him and do anything to loosen his grip. Eventually Elon is forced to release her to avoid the shots, and Peaches rolls backwards and back up to her feet.

Kris Cruise: The younger Elysian has taken control of this match, he’s not letting Peaches get anything going

Stephy Auger: Although he did let her out of that headlock Kris, and now it looks like Kalli wants in the match!

Out of the corner of her eye, Peaches sees a hand extended towards her. She turns and goes to slap it, but Kalli Keister pulls it away at the last second. Peaches looks up at the grinning Kalli, who waves to her as Elon sneaks up behind Peaches and wraps his arms around her waist. Elon picks Peaches up and throws her across the ring with a massive german suplex.

Kris Cruise: Another fakeout by the Keisters, and this time it results in Peaches being tossed across the ring like a sack of potatoes.

Stephy Auger: Strategy Cruise! Kalli didn’t do anything wrong, Peaches shouldn’t have let herself get distracted like that. Kalli clearly wasn’t trying to get into the match yet.

Kris Cruise: Didn’t you just say she was?

Stephy Auger: I was playing along, keep up Cruise.

Elon follows Peaches and drops down, hooking her leg for the cover as the referee starts to count.

ONE!

Before his hand can hit for a second time, Peaches kicks out of the pinfall attempt. Elon wastes no time and stands up, reaches over and tags in Emery.

Kris Cruise: Quick tag by Elon to Emery, who looks to have recovered enough to get back in this match.

Emery and Elon lean down and lift Peaches to her feet. The two wrap their arms around Peaches and lift her up before delivering a huge double belly to back suplex to Peaches. Elon gets to his feet and retreats to his corner while Emery moves towards Peaches, who is slowly crawling towards the ropes. Emery walks up behind her, when suddenly she turns around and throws a big right hook. Emery sees it coming though and ducks underneath it, before sweeping Peaches’ leg and knocking her down to the mat. Emery drops down with Peaches and rolls her onto her stomach. Emery grabs Peaches’ arm and locks it in a chickenwing. Peaches desperately tries to escape, which allows Emery to quickly change into a rear naked choke. He doesn’t quite have it all the way under Peaches’ neck but it's clearly still doing damage as Peaches desperately tries to free herself.

Kris Cruise: The Elysians are putting on a clinic in mat wrestling against their smaller opponent, and it doesn’t look like there’s anything she can do about it

Stephy Auger: She just doesn’t have the strength to deal with these guys when they’re holding her down like that.

Before Peaches fades completely, Emery is suddenly forced to release the hold as Kalli and Kammi Keister have grabbed his legs from outside the ring and are pulling on them. Emery shakes his legs free and stands up to yell at the Keisters, who just grin back at him. As Emery turns around, he’s hit with a forearm to the face from Peaches that spins him around. Peaches then stomps the back of Emery’s knee, knocking him off balance. With her last burst of energy she vaults herself onto Emery’s shoulders and takes him down with a huge reverse hurricanrana.

Kris Cruise: What a momentum swinging hurricanrana by Peaches! That might give her the opening she needs to make a tag

Stephy Auger: She can thank the Keisters for that, without their help Peaches would’ve had to tap out! She owes them big time.

Peaches and Emery lay motionless for a few moments. Peaches slowly starts to crawl to her corner as Dan desperately reaches out to try and get the tag. But before Peaches can reach, she’s dived on by Emery, who locks her in a side headlock. Emery quickly transitions to attempt a kimura lock from his position, but he can’t quite get a grip of Peaches’ arm as she blocks it. Emery goes back to a headlock and starts cranking on her head. Peaches tries to escape by slowly standing up to her feet. Emery keeps the headlock locked in as Peaches tries to shake free. As she moves around, she manages to twist her head free and is met with a big punch to the face from Emery that sends her staggering backwards into the Elysian corner. Emery runs at Peaches and looks to deliver a running elbow but instead eats Peaches’ boot.

Kris Cruise: Another counter by Peaches, she really needs to tag out of this match to regain her energy a bit. She looks exhausted.

Stephy Auger: Well she keeps getting opportunities but she can’t capitalize. Look, she’s not even going to make it again. The Elysians are just too on top of her.

Before Emery falls to the mat, Elon reaches out and tags himself in. As Peaches turns and starts to stumble back towards her corner, Elon runs behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. Elon lifts her up for the german suplex, but as he throws Peaches she manages to rotate in the air and land on her feet behind Elon.

Kris Cruise: Wow, incredible balance and awareness by Peaches there to land on her feet off that german suplex!

Stephy Auger: Elon forgot Peaches weighs like a hundred pounds so she can do stuff like that on occasion.

As Elon gets to his feet and sees Peaches standing there, she suddenly runs at him. Elon puts his hands up to defend, but Peaches instead baseball slides right between Elon’s legs. As soon as she’s behind Elon, Peaches jumps up and dives across the ring, tagging in Dan.

Kris Cruise: Peaches makes the tag! And here comes Dan with a head of steam!

Dan ducks under the top rope and charges at Elon, grabbing him by the back of the head with his left hand and using his right to deliver shot after shot to Elon’s head. After successfully backing Elon up into the ropes, Dan whips him across the ring. As Elon rebounds off of the ropes, Dan takes him down with a huge discus elbow strike. Elon hits the mat hard but bounces right back up as Dan throws him right back down with an arm drag. Once again, Elon is quick to his feet but finds himself belly-to-belly with Dan, who lifts him up and throws Elon down with the suplex. This time Elon stays down as Dan stands up and immediately leg drops him across the neck.

Kris Cruise: Dan came out flying and now he’s looking to get that quick cover, will we have new champions?!

Dan drops down and covers Elon, hooking his leg.

ONE!
.
.
TW-NO!

Elon powers out of that pin attempt, as Dan doesn’t dwell on it and instead gets to his feet, dragging Elon up with him. Dan hooks Elon’s head and lifts him vertically in the air, holding him up for a moment before dropping him with a suplex. Dan gets up and stomps on Elon’s head a few times before dropping down for yet another pin attempt.

Kris Cruise: One more attempt after that suplex, Dan wants this match over with quickly.

ONE!
.
.
TWO-NO!

Elon once again kicks out. This time Dan looks a little more frustrated as he gets to his feet. He looks at his corner, where Peaches is still catching her breath and regaining herself. Dan turns back towards Elon and grabs him by the head, guiding him up to his feet. Dan then latches on to Elon’s arm and whips him across the ring. As Elon hits the ropes, Kimmi deftly taps him on the shoulder before he rebounds. Unbeknownst to Dan though, as he’s already lowered his shoulder to set up the spear that he delivers to Elon, seemingly nearly breaking him in two.

Kris Cruise: What a spear from Dan! Not many do it better than he can, that looked like it knocked every single bit of air out of Elon.

Stephy Auger: But it doesn’t matter! Kimmi made the tag on Elon so she’s the legal woman in the match. And Dan doesn’t even know it, that fool.

Dan shakes his head to regain himself a bit, before shuffling over to Elon and dropping down on top of him, hooking his leg. The referee doesn’t begin counting however, as he had seen the tag that Kimmi made. After a couple seconds without a count, Dan drops Elon’s leg and looks at the referee, who motions that a tag was made. As Dan starts to get to his feet, he’s suddenly hit in the back of the head with a scissors kick from Kimmi!

Stephy Auger: Kimmi kick!

Kris Cruise: Dan wasn’t aware that a tag was made, and he paid for it with that huge move from Kimmi.

Stephy Auger: Pin him now!

The crowd boos as Kimmi quickly drops down and hooks Dan’s leg, as Kammi and Kalli start to enter the ring to protect her.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
NO!

Dan manages to power out before the referee's hand starts to come down for a third time. He then immediately motions at Kalli and Kammi to exit the ring, while Kimmi is visibly angry that Dan kicked out of the pin, slapping him in the face.

Kris Cruise: Kimmi is not happy about that kickout, she really thought she had stolen this match with that sneaky move

Stephy Auger: Stolen? For the last time Cruise, it’s STRATEGY. She’s outsmarting these two teams by picking her battles.

Kimmi gets to her feet and starts stomping away at Dan repeatedly, before taking a few steps back and hitting the ropes to give her some momentum. She then jumps and drops a leg across Dan’s neck before getting back to her feet. Kimmi reaches down and tries to lift Dan up to his feet, but can’t. She lets out an audible “ugh” as she looks around the ring before walking back to her corner and tagging Kalli into the match. The two Keisters stand in their corner, waiting for Dan to get back to his feet. As he slowly staggers up, they run at him and deliver a double dropkick that sends him right back to the mat. Kimmi walks back to her corner and climbs outside onto the apron, before tagging in with Kalli and getting right back in the ring.

Kris Cruise: Now this is an interesting strategy. With Dan being a much bigger opponent, the Keisters are just constantly tagging themselves in and out to take advantage of the five second rule

Stephy Auger: What did I tell you? Outsmarting everyone in this match. Did you really think Dan or Peaches was smarter than the Keisters?!

Kimmi stands beside a downed Dan as Kalli takes a few steps back and runs towards them. Kimmi then hip tosses Kalli right onto Dan, who takes the brunt of the move. The two women retreat to their corner again and once again make a quick tag and re-enter the ring. This time the Keister sisters run to the corner and both climb to the top rope at the same time. Kimmi and Kalli both jump off and deliver double butt splashes across the chest of Dan. Kalli drops down for the pin.

Kris Cruise: Keister Kalamity! Could this be it!?

ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
TH-NO!

Dan kicks out just before Peaches gets close enough to potentially break up the pin. The referee immediately moves towards her and tells her to exit the ring. As the referee's back is turned, Kammi slides into the ring and helps her sisters lift Dan to his feet. Kammi slides back out just as the referee turns around in time to see Kimmi and Kalli setting Dan up for a double cutter.

Kris Cruise: The referee missed Kammi helping her sisters, and now the two of them are looking to finish Dan off with the Extra Special K!

Stephy Auger: This is it, we’re about to experience the world according to the Keisters!

The Keisters jump into the air but Dan pushes both of them off of him before they can deliver the move. Both the Keisters hit the mat hard and wince in pain as the referee immediately moves to tell Kimmi to exit the ring. During this time, Dan stumbles back to his corner and tags Peaches back into the match. As Kalli slowly gets to her feet and turns around, she sees Peaches standing there with a smile on her face. Kalli barely has time to react as Peaches charges at her and delivers a big tornado DDT. Kalli’s face bounces into the mat and she lands on her back as Peaches gets to her feet and moves to the corner of the ring. She waits for Kalli to stand up, and when she does Peaches jumps off of the bottom rope and hits a diving neckbreaker that takes Kalli down to the mat.

Kris Cruise: Peaches was definitely ready to go after the Keisters this match, and now she’s getting the chance and taking the fight to Kalli

Stephy Auger: Ugh, Dan why couldn’t you have just sucked a little more and lost the match.

Peaches takes this moment to quickly crawl over to Kalli and hook her leg.

ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
Before the third count can take place, Kammi reaches under the bottom rope and drags Peaches under the bottom rope and out of the ring, breaking the fall.

Kris Cruise: Kammi with more interference! Will these sisters ever wrestle fairly?

Stephy Auger: There’s no disqualifications Cruise, she’s well within the rules to get involved like this

Kammi starts unloading punches to the back of Peaches head, but Peaches manages to block most of them. Kammi swings a wild right hook that Peaches manages to duck under. Peaches uses that momentum to lift Kammi up onto the back of her shoulders, before slamming Kammi down outside the ring with a samoan driver!

Kris Cruise: Peach Driver! I guess that’s allowed in the rules too right?

Stephy Auger: It’s cowardly! Kammi isn’t even a part of this match! Peaches should be ashamed of herself.

Kris Cruise: You’re impossible.

Inside the ring, Kalli climbs up to her feet using the ropes, stumbling around. She almost falls down but catches herself in the corner of the ring. Unfortunately for her, it’s the Elysians corner, and Emery reaches out and tags himself into the match. He climbs under the top rope and shoves Kalli through the ropes and onto the floor outside of the ring before turning his attention back across the ring where Peaches is sliding into the ring and getting to her feet. The two stare each other down for a moment before Peaches runs right at Emery and ducks under a solid right hook that he throws. Peaches hits the ropes and off the rebound, leaps into the air and connects with a flying crossbody. This time it’s successful and she manages to take Emery down to the mat. Peaches gets to her feet and runs to the corner. Peaches scales to the top and looks at the crowd for a moment before jumping off of it and landing an elbow right across the heart of Emery.

Kris Cruise: Flying elbow drop, this might be it!

Peaches immediately looks for the cover as the referee slides down to count.

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

Elon dives across the ring and breaks up the pin, as the referee gets to his feet and warns him. Peaches gets to her feet and goes to yell at Elon and the referee, who’s trying to regain control. After a few moments, Peaches turns around to walk back to Emery. But as soon as she does, she’s met with a vicious front kick to the jaw from Emery that sends Peaches flying backwards.

Kris Cruise: Knockout Strike from Emery! Peaches might be out on her feet!

Stephy Auger: That’s what she gets for getting distracted like that! Everyone knows you have to have complete focus in these kinds of matches.

Peaches looks out on her feet as she stumbles around before falling down near the corner and rolling outside onto the floor. But before she falls, Kimmi reaches out and just manages to tag herself into the match. Kimmi enters the ring and charges at Emery, but slips and almost falls down. It’s lucky though because she avoids a huge right hook from Emery that may have knocked her out cold. Instead Kimmi rears back and delivers a sharp kick right to Emery’s groin. Emery drops to a knee and Kimmi hooks his head and delivers a big DDT that spikes his head into the mat. Kimmi runs and hits the ropes, rebounding and jumping into the air before delivering a body drop right across Emery’s chest. Kimmi hops to her feet and runs at the ropes again, hitting the exact same move across Emery’s chest again.

Kris Cruise: Kimmi taking advantage of a weakened Emery thanks to that groin kick, I can’t believe the Keisters have control of this match

Stephy Auger: Believe it Kris! This is the Keisters’ big moment and they’re not going to be outshined!

Kimmi gets to her feet and showboats to the crowd, who boo her in return. She then turns towards the Elysian corner so she can taunt Elon. He makes a move to enter the ring, but the referee is quick to stop him. Effie also hops onto the apron and starts yelling at Kimmi, who taunts them both before turning back towards Emery. Kimmi waits for him to start to make his way to his feet, looking once again to hit Emery with her scissors kick finishing move. As she jumps, Emery moves out of the way at the last possible second, avoiding the move. Emery quickly runs and dives at Elon, tagging him in before rolling out onto the floor. Kimmi turns and sees this before quickly starting to retreat as Elon moves towards her.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh, Kimmi looking for a way out as Elon and his massive frame are fast approaching.

Stephy Auger: She’s just lulling him into a false sense of security, watch, she’s about to attack.

As Kimmi backs into the corner, Dan reaches out with both hands and shoves Kimmi right back towards Elon. The referee makes a tag motion but Elon either doesn’t see it or doesn’t care. He uses this distraction to knee Kimmi in the stomach, doubling her over. He then quickly lifts Kimmi onto his shoulders before slamming her down on the back of her neck with his signature thunder fire powerbomb. The momentum takes Kimmi’s motionless body outside the ring as Elon stands back up just in time to see Dan running at him and taking him down with a spinning heel kick.

Kris Cruise: Elon takes out Kimmi with the Elon Bomb! That looked as painful as anything I’ve seen tonight.

Stephy Auger: All because Dan shoved her. Despicable move by him, and now he’s getting control of this match because of it? Unbelievable.

Dan hops back to his feet and lifts Elon up to his feet. Dan whips Elon into the ropes across the ring, and off the rebound Elon tries to throw a big clothesline. But Dan ducks underneath it as Elon sails past him. Elon stops and turns around just in time to be sent flying back to the ropes again with a dropkick. Elon hits the ropes and rebounds right to Dan’s grasp. Dan grabs Elon’s arm and puts it between his own legs before lifting Elon up and slamming him down with a pumphandle slam. Dan gets to his feet and retreats to his own corner, motioning for Elon to get to his feet. When he does Dan sprints across the ring and delivers a vicious spear, sending both of them flying across the ring.

Kris Cruise: Spear from Dan! This could be it, I would be shocked if Elon could get up from that!

Stephy Auger: It doesn’t matter! Look, Kalli made the tag!

Kris Cruise: Uh oh, Dan didn’t see the tag either.

Showing impressive timing, Kalli somehow reaches out and tags Elon on the shoulder as he flies by near the corner. Elon falls out of the ring as Dan gets back to his feet slowly, very unaware that any tag was made. He starts to climb under the ropes, but Kalli taps him on the shoulder from behind. As Dan turns around, Kalli kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. She then hooks his head and delivers a twist of fate!

Kris Cruise: Special K! This is it!

Stephy Auger: The Keisters are about to be FGA Tag Team Champions!

Kalli quickly climbs on top of Dan for the cover.

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

Stephy Auger: That’s it! New champs!

Kris Cruise: No! He kicked out!

Dan somehow gets his shoulder up at the absolute last moment. Kalli can’t believe it and starts arguing with the referee that it was a three count. But the referee is firm in his call, holding up two fingers. Replays confirm that Dan just barely managed to lift his shoulder up. Kalli continues her tantrum for a few more moments before turning back towards Dan. Kalli looks towards a corner of the ring and moves towards it. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and pauses for a moment to admire the crowd. She makes a title belt motion as Dan starts to slowly get to his feet.

Stephy Auger: Whatever, she’s just going to win right here anyways. All Dan did was delay the inevitable.

Kris Cruise: I wouldn’t be so sure of that Stephy. Look at who’s corner Kalli is in!

Suddenly Peaches stands up outside the ring right in the corner that Kalli is in and jumps up, grabbing the top rope and knocking Kalli off balance. She almost falls off, but catches herself at the last moment. But that’s all the time Dan needs as he uses what energy he has left to move towards the corner and grab Kalli. He lifts her upside down onto his shoulders before jumping and slamming her down backwards with a muscle buster. He then runs to his corner and tags Peaches, who’s already ascending to the top rope. Peaches doesn’t waste any time posing, once she hits the top rope she jumps off, landing a seated senton right on top of Kalli.

Kris Cruise: Walking Papers into the Booty Drop! They did it! We’re about to have new champions

Stephy Auger: Ugh, no.

Peaches crawls over to Kalli and hooks her leg as the referee begins to count.

ONE!
.
Emery slowly crawls under the bottom rope in his corner.
.
TWO!
.
Emery desperately moves towards the pin, trying to break it up.
.
THREE!

Emery dives at Peaches, knocking her in the back. But it’s too late as the referee already made the three count and calls for the bell.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners and neeewwwwwww FGA World Tag Team Champions...DAN HERRERA AND PEACHES, THE POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAD!

Kris Cruise: Emery was just maybe two-tenths of a second too slow there in breaking up the pin, and now we have new champions!

Stephy Auger: The Keisters were robbed Cruise! Robbed!

Dan enters the ring and helps Peaches to her feet, the two embrace in the middle as the referee approaches them and hands them the tag team title belts. Peaches and Dan raise the belts to the sky as the referee holds their hands up. The crowd cheers loudly as the two celebrate in the ring. Meanwhile, Effie and Emery check on Elon outside the ring while looking back at the two winners, clearly upset with the loss but respecting the new champions time to celebrate. The Keisters are all on the outside of the ring, recovering and trying to piece together what happened.

Kris Cruise: You can’t take away anything from the Elysian Empire in this match, or even the Keisters. They put up a great fight, but it was just our new tag team champions’ night.

Stephy Auger: Whatever, the Keisters will be back to wipe those smiles off their faces and reclaim what should already be theirs!

Kris Cruise: What a great match, and we’ve still got five more to go tonight!

Dan and Peaches continue celebrating in the ring with their new tag team championships, as the screen eventually cuts backstage.

[FGA Office]

The roar of the capacity crowd for All-Star Showdown can be heard even backstage of the Staples Center. Brian Stryker, who’s sitting on a crate hears the noise as he smiles to himself. It’s a sold out night and it was only getting louder and louder with each passing match. And it was only gonna reach a fever pitch when that Mid-Atlantic Legacy ladder match steals the show.

Brian stands up from the crate as he checks his tape one last time. He starts bouncing on his feet a few times as he starts getting loose. He stretches his legs before bending his back surprisingly far backwards as he grabs hold of the crate and starts doing squats while backwards.

Stryker's preparations are abruptly interrupted by a loud clearing of the throat. He turns to see the MAL Champion AMIRA, who has crept up on him in eerily quiet fashion. Holding an arm out, she does her best to calm him down.

AMIRA: Relax, I am not here to engage in skullduggery. I have come to allow you some food for thought to chew on.

She pulls her arms behind her back while Stryker returns a quizzical look.

AMIRA: You must be excited, this is what you have been building towards ever since you foolishly began your conspiracy against me during the rumble. Like Icarus, like a moth to the flame, you cannot help but tempt fate.

Brian Stryker: You know you should work for Alex Jones. Your crazy conspiracy theories rival his own.

AMIRA scoffs.

AMIRA: I will let that slide, because I am feeling unusually generous today. My benevolence does not extend to these lengths very often these days, so listen wisely. We both know your history, you must be salivating at the mouth at the opportunity to climb a ladder, jump off a ladder, use a ladder as a weapon, nevermind steal what is rightfully mine. But --

She waggles her finger.

AMIRA: -- we both also know the path your sacrifices, your recklessness leads to. What the torture and agony you put your body through can do to you and will do to you again if think with your love of being the stunt show, not with your mind. As someone who is a family man now, risking driving yourself down that path once more and making your loved ones suffer for your avarice is a fool’s task indeed. Especially since fortune does not favor the risk takers in an environment such as this, fortune favors the intelligent, it favors ... AMIRA.

The Champion clears her throat.

AMIRA: So, I am extending to you a one time only offer. As I announced on Twitter, I will be inducting the first ever Frontier Grappling AMIRA Hall of Fame class on the eve of the Frontier Grappling Arts Hall of Fame ceremony. Clearly, this is a prestigious honor, as not only is it attached to my greatness, but this class will officially be Hall of Famers before that lesser group. And you, a seasoned veteran of the sport, have the chance to both avoid future pain and have your sacrifices you have put in immortalized! All you have to do is spare yourself the embarrassment of crashing and burning, of performing high risk stunts and instead work to clear the path for an AMIRA victory.

She brushes her hair.

AMIRA: Obviously my triumph is inevitable, but I shant have my pristine features damaged on a night of this magnitude if I can help it! Work with me to ensure that I can shine down my fantabulous resplendence from the top of the ladder untarnished and you will achieve heights otherwise unattainable, you will be a part of the first ever Frontier Grappling AMIRA Hall of Fame class! Do not think of this as a bribe, think of this as recognition for finally displaying intelligence, something which was the only attribute missing from your resume thus far! So, what do you say?

Brian thinks for a moment before holding thumb up before pointing it down and making a farting noise with his mouth.

Brian Stryker: I don’t think so. If I wanted to be in the has been hall of fame, I’d join the hall of presidential losers. You are right about one thing. I do take a lot of risk. I do it because I know, when push comes to shove, no one can keep up with me. I have faced more than my fair share of “crazy” folks that think they are capable of ending me, breaking me, or whatever sick idea they have in their head. They all called into question my risk taking. And you wanna know what happened to them?

Brian leaned in close and whispered into her ear.

Brian Stryker: They were all compromised and soundly beaten.

He pulls back with a grin on his face, pushing his hair out of the way.

Brian Stryker: Interesting that you would use the tale of Icarus. Pride does into come before the fall, but it won’t be my pride that falls, but yours. You sit there on a throne you made pretending you have this almost divine right over FGA. Well guess what? Those wax wings are gonna melt for you and the impact of your crash is going to leave a giant hole right in the ring. So you can take your offer and you “hall of fame”, and throw it in the trash, which is where I’m gonna leave you. You are looking at the man who is going to beat you and take your title.

But take solace in the fact you are getting beaten by the better man. My time in FGA may not be as long as some, but I am taking my chance and taking my spot. I’m not gonna wait around and bide my time like I’ve done in the past. FGA wants the best and they get the best. And me being the Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion is best.

I didn’t survive in this business for 14 years without learning a few tricks. One of them is being the most unpredictable one when needed. Ladder matches? It’s all about being just that. Unpredictable. You gotta be able to take great pain and dish it out all the same. And well who better to do that than me? I got no distractions going into this. No other issues or people to worry about. My eyes are on that gold and on you. I’m gonna dominate the air of that wrestling ring better than anyone else. I am one of THE best high flyers in this sport and no one can change that. Not you, not Neon, Sadie, Julian, Lowri, Rogers. Good luck out there. You’re gonna need it. Cause luck is the only thing that’ll stop me from taking that title home.

Brian smirks as he turns his back and heads down the hall, bouncing on the balls of his feet a bit as he does as he finishes his warm up in isolation like he prefers.

[FGA Office]

FGA 15 CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Macy Dover vs. Terrence Tillman

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. And it is for the FGA 15 Championship! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is “Terrific” TERREEENNNNCE TILLLLMAAAANNNN!!!

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

Kris Cruise: After being wrongfully stripped off the championship many months ago, Tillman finally has his chance to reclaim the title that he was never beaten for.

Stephy Auger: Wah Wah Wah. Poor baby. All Triple T has done is complain about how he was never beaten for the title. That’s all he can hang his hat on. Well tonight, Dover is going to pin him in the center of the ring and leave no doubt that she’s the only one worthy of being the 15 Champion!

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

Turn Down for What!

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from NATIONAL CITY, CALIFORNIA! She is the reigning and defending FGA 15 Champion! She is “The Bulldover” MAAAACYYYYYY DOOOOVERRRRR!!!

A few younger fans reach out their hands hoping she'll reach out and give them a high five, but she ignores them as she makes her way to the ring. She then walks over to the stairs walking up them before swinging around the turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Macy Dover won the Fatal 4-Way on what would turn out to be the final 3GW show before it was bought out by FGA. Several weeks later, the title would be reactivated when Dover made her FGA debut. Since her debut at Only the Strong Survive, Terrence Tillman has been on her tail. Tonight, he looks to take over and become 15 Champion again.

Stephy Auger: In his dreams, maybe. The Bulldover is going to leave him beaten up and bruised as she bulldozes right through him. Watch!

On the apron she wipes her feet before dropping into the ring between the top and middle rope. She walks over to the referee to have him check her before going to her corner and waiting for the match to start.

The bell sounds as the match starts with a collar & elbow tie up. After jockeying for position, Dover uses her strength advantage to shove Tillman into the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. Tillman looks around in shock at being overpowered by Dover.

Kris Cruise: Tillman has the advantage when it comes to athleticism, speed and agility. But in terms of raw power? Dover is one of the strongest on the roster, regardless of gender.

Tillman then rushes back over to attack. But Dover knocks him down with a standing shoulder block, resulting in boos from the crowd. As Tillman tries to returns to his feet, he gets doubled over with a boot to the midsection. Dover then follows up with clubbing strikes across the back. She then takes Tillman and whips him into the corner. Dover rushes across the ring to attack, but Tillman knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. The cheers continue when Tillman rushes out of the corner to attack. But the cheers turn to boos when Dover goes to counter with a back body drop… only for Tillman to slip down from behind.

Kris Cruise: Tillman slipped out!

After Tillman wraps his arms around Dover’s waist, she runs towards the ropes. After wrapping her arms around the top rope, she yanks back, sending Tillman flying off her back. After he lands on the mat and rolls back to his feet, Dover flattens him with a running bicycle kick. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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

Stephy Auger: She nearly knocked him out of his boots with that kick! How was that not a three count?

Dover picks up Tillman, moves him into the corner and nails him with a flurry of clotheslines in the corner. She then takes Tillman and whips him across the ring. Dover runs across the ring into the opposite corner. But once again, Tillman knocks her back. This time with a boot to the face. He then goes to follow up with the Chin Checka (savate kick) from out of the corner. But Dover catches his foot. She then swings his leg away from her and goes for a German Suplex. But Tillman counters with an elbow to the face and follows up with a pelé kick. While Dover is dazed, Tillman returns to his feet and runs into the ropes. When Tillman returns, the crowd boos when Dover throws him down with a powerslam. The boos continue while she hooks the leg.

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

Stephy Auger: She just slammed Tillman down with authority, Cruise! He barely got his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: I don’t know about “barely”...

Dover picks up Tillman and nails him with a headbutt, sending him stumbling into the ropes. While Tillman tries to shake off the cobwebs, Dover heads over, nails him a European Uppercut and sends him into the far ropes. When Tillman returns, Dover throws out a clothesline. But Tillman ducks and runs into the ropes. When Dover turns around, Tillman knocks her down with a crossbody block.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Dover shoves Tillman off of her.

Stephy Auger: That wasn’t enough to keep Dover down. Triple T has to do a lot better than that!

Kris Cruise: It may not have taken her down. But he’s definitely took away her momentum.

Tillman picks up Dover and nails her with three knife edge chops before whipping her into the corner. Triple T rushes over to attack, but he gets knocked back with a boot to the face. Dover then runs out of the corner to attack. But Triple T knocks her down with a dropsault. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Dover kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Triple T’s trademark athleticism was on display there as he dropkicked Dover and then was somehow able to rotate over and land on his feet. This kid is one heck of a talent.

Stephy Auger: Yeah yeah yeah. That’s all we hear. “He’s a heck of a talent. He’s so athletic.”

Tillman picks up Dover and whips her into the ropes. When Dover returns, Tillman sets up for a back body drop. So Dover stops and lifts him up for a powerbomb, which gets some gasps from the crowd. Once he’s lifted up onto Dover’s shoulders, Tillman nails her with a flurry of punches to the head. After slipping down in front of Dover, the crowd cheers when Tillman connects with a roundhouse kick, sending Dover through the ropes and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: He rocked Dover with that kick!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, probably because it’s a loaded boot!

Kris Cruise: Will you cut it out!?

As Dover tries to pick herself up on the outside, Tillman runs into the far ropes. When Tillman returns, Dover slides back in and cuts him off with a battering ram to the chest. The boos continue as she drops down and makes the cover.

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

Kris Cruise: Tillman nearly got all the air knocked out of him with that hard strike to the chest.

Stephy Auger: I’m sure Dover broke a rib or two with that move.

Dover moves Tillman into the corner and nails him with a series of shoulder thrusts. She then leads Tillman out of the corner by the wrist before throwing out a short-arm clothesline. But Tillman ducks and locks on a Cobra Clutch.

Kris Cruise: TTO!

Stephy Auger: Quick, Dover, low blue him with a mule kick!

Kris Cruise: Stop it, Stephy!

The crowd cheers as Tillman has the TTO applied. Dover can be seen swinging her free arm wildly as she tries to grab onto something. But she’s nowhere near the ropes and the ref is standing more than an arm’s length away. The ref asks her if she wants to give up. But Dover refuses. She then leans forward, which lifts Tillman up across her back. She then reaches back with her free arm and grabs a hold of one of Tillman’s legs. Dover then waddles towards the center of the ring before falling back, breaking the hold.

Stephy Auger: She’s free!

Kris Cruise: Dover escapes the hold. It was unconventional, but it worked and that’s all that mattered.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Dover and nails Tillman with a right hand. Tillman responds with a punch of his own. Dover then nails him with a European Uppercut. Tillman responds with a discus elbow smash that knocks Dover down. He then drops down and makes the cover.

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

Kris Cruise: Tillman tried to rattle Dover’s jaw with that discus elbow. But it wasn’t enough to put her away.

Stephy Auger: C’mon, champ, you can do this!

Tillman picks up Dover and goes for a brainbuster. But Dover hooks one of her legs around his, blocking the move. So Tillman goes to lift her up for another brainbuster. But again, Dover blocks the move. After punching Tillman in the ribs four times, Dover counters with a vertical suplex. She then turns over and makes the cover.

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

As Dover picks up Tillman, Triple T begins to nail her with punches to the midsection. While The Bulldover is doubled over, Tillman runs into the ropes. When he returns, Dover brings him down with a leg lariat. While Tillman is down, Dover heads into the corner and goes to climb to the top turnbuckle. But once she’s got one foot on the top turnbuckle, Tillman rushes over, grabs her and slams her down to cheers from the crowd.

Stephy Auger: Tillman just threw Dover down while she way trying to go for a move off the top! How dare him!?

Kris Cruise: … do you even hear yourself sometimes!?

While Tillman leans against the turnbuckles, he begins waving up the champion. Once Dover returns to her feet, Tillman throws out the Chin Checka. But Dover swats his foot down before connects with a clubbing strike to the back of the neck. She then turns Tillman around before knocking him down to one knee with a Bionic Elbow. She then turns and runs into the ropes. When Dover returns, the crowd boos when she flattens Tillman with a Shining Wizard. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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

Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: How was that not a three count!?

Kris Cruise: Tillman’s got some fight left in him! He’s waited months his shot at regaining his championship! He’s not going down without a fight!

Dover picks up Tillman and whips him into the corner. She then charges into the corner, but Tillman counters with a back elbow before following up with the DDTripleT (Stylin DDT). The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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

Dover gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Dover barely got her shoulder up!

Stephy Auger: Phew!

Tillman picks up Dover and goes for an irish whip. But Dover reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Tillman returns, Dover goes for another bicycle kick. But Tillman catches her foot. He then swings her leg away from him, grabs her from behind and follows up with a Tiger Suplex. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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

The crowd boos when Dover gets her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Do you hear these people? What a bunch of ingrates! Macy Dover is a National Treasure from National City! Every single one of these wannabes is dying for 15 minutes of fame while Macy Dover is the actual 15 Champion! These people should be respecting her!

Kris Cruise: Are you done?

Stephy Auger: YES!

Tillman picks up Dover and whips her into the corner. He then takes a few steps back before running across the ring and goes for a corner splash. But Dover catches him in mid air, charges across the ring and rams him back-first into the turnbuckles. The boos continue as Dover hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Uh oh! Looks like Dover is going for something off the top!

Dover climbs up onto the middle ropes and goes for a superplex. But Tillman blocks it. So Dover goes for another superplex. But again, Tillman blocks it. After Dover lets go, she throws out a punch. But Tillman blocks and counters with a punch of his own. Tillman then nails her with another punch… and another… and another. The last punch knocks Dover down to the canvas. Tillman then looks around once he sees Dover in perfect position for the Skyfall.

Kris Cruise: We could be seconds away from a new champion!

Stephy Auger: Let’s hope not!

Tillman stands up on the top turnbuckle and flips off for the Skyfall (450 Splash). But Dover rolls out of the way. After landing on his feet, Tillman rolls forward. Once he gets back to his feet and turns around, the crowd boos when Dover knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. She then picks up Tillman, wrenches his arm and then falls back for Mace to the Face (inverted stomp facebreaker). But Tillman is able to block!

Stephy Auger: What!? How did he do that!?

After hooking his arm around Dover’s leg, Tillman quickly reaches down, hooks her other leg and leans back, catapulting Dover into the turnbuckles. As Dover stumbles back and turns around, the crowd cheers when Tillman connects with the Chin Checka. He then picks up Dover and doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before heading into the ropes. When Tillman returns, he throws out the Terrific Kick (scissors kick). But Dover slips out of the way. She then shoves Tillman into the ropes. When Triple T returns, the crowd cheers when he brings her down with the Top-Tier-Takedown (leaping reverse sto). After dragging Dover into position, Tillman steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and connects with the Skyfall to cheers from the crowd.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Forever” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and now, the neeeeeeew FGA Fifteen Champion, TERRENCE TILLMAN!!!

Tillman gets to his feet and is handed the 15 Championship. After getting handed the championship, Tillman kisses the belt before holding it in the air to cheers and applause.

Kris Cruise: This Staples Center crowd is showing respect to Triple T after a hard fought match. Credit to Macy Dover who gave Tillman one hell of a fight. But Tillman is now once again the 15 Champion! Good for him!

Stephy Auger: Dover just lost her championship in her home state and you're celebrating? This is a travesty!

[FGA Office]

A crowd of fan girls are gushing loudly backstage when Spencer Burke and his small camera crew arrive. Spencer Burke is having a hard time getting past them, with the camera man chronicling his efforts. The girls, mostly young with a few older women thrown in, are stronger than they look. Perhaps it's the passion that drives them as a collective. Perhaps Burke just needs to exercise some more. Whatever it is, they're proving to be a grand obstacle this journalist can't seem to overcome.

Spencer Burke: Excuse me! EXCUSE ME!!!

Burke starts yelling but to no avail. Even if he was able to conjure a megaphone out of thin air, nothing would be able to distract these passionate fans from whatever it is they're fawning over. Nothing, with the exception of course of the object of their focused attention. Burke realizes this almost too late. He begins yelling for that very object. If he can't be heard by these fans, maybe he would hear him instead. Maybe he'll let them pass and interview him. They're friends, Burke thinks. Maybe.

Spencer Burke: Julian! JULIAAAAN!!!

A couple times more, Burke yells, sounding more desperate than an alcoholic mechanic who hastily brings together strangers as a team against a powerful Norse god. They were really more of a ticking time bomb, that team, which Burke feels like right at that very moment. At any moment, he could explode. At least he would want to. His bank account would not, however, so he tries his best to maintain composure. Hopefully, a baseball bat wouldn't be within his reach in the next few minutes. Norse god forbid what he could do with the proper motivation.

Julian Tijerina: Oh, hey! If it isn't my buddy, Stephen Burke!

El Guapo finally notices him, pointing at the man in the suit, the only man drowning in the sea of women, a man in the shadow of rabid fan girls. As if on cue, the girls turn to look at Burke, parting a way for him to approach the object of his pursuit. The intrepid interviewer takes it without hesitation. He needed the paycheck. Norse god knows he needed the paycheck. Mumbling a thank you to Julian as soon as he gets close enough, Burke goes right ahead with the offensive.

Stephen Burke: ...it's Spencer.

Julian takes his time, signing three more autographs as the girls continue their screaming albeit on a much lower volume compared to just seconds ago.

Julian Tijerina: Of course, of course.

Burke takes a deep breathe and immediately proceeds with his job, not wanting to get derailed further.

Spencer Burke: Tonight, you have one of the biggest opportunities of your FGA Wrestling career, as you're part of the seven-person Ladder Match for AMIRA's FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship...

Julian signs one last photo of himself before giving that lucky lady his pen. The fan is overly excited, as with every other fan in that very crowd, grabbing at Julian and forcing his face to get close to her lips so she can kiss him. Julian is caught offguard but goes along with it, not wanting to upset his fans. He gestures for them to tone it down, that he'll just be a minute, before turning his full attention to Burke, cutting him off in the process.

Julian Tijerina: Before that, I would just like to go down memory lane.

Burke stops, confused. Julian pats him on the back, grabbing his nearest shoulder.

Julian Tijerina: Last week, amigo, I finally, FINALLY, drove a nail on the coffin of my feud with Blake Rogers. I took the Animinimalist's head off and proved myself the better, better-looking guerrero.

The girls starts screaming as Julian panders to them, cheering their favorite guerrero on.

Spencer Burke: Yes, you did. You not only drove a nail on that rivalry but also drove a knee right in Blake Rogers' face.

The girls continue cheering, with Burke fighting their volume head-on. They grow quieter when Julian speaks, however, hanging on every word that comes out of his mouth.

Julian Tijerina: I did. I hit him with the Kedavra Knee right in the kisser, and 1-2-3, my hands were raised in victory! That was...GUAPO!!!

The girls starts screaming once more, annoying Burke. Burke coughs loudly, trying to intimidate them but to no avail. It takes a smile and a wink from Julian to get the job done.

Spencer Burke: That was some momentum... Do you think it's going to be enough to net you the victory and the title tonight?

Julian starts chuckling and the fan girls starts chanting "Si! Si! Si!" in growing loudness. Burke sighs under his breath.

Julian Tijerina: You know, amigo, I came to Frontier Grappling Arts Wrestling for one reason and one reason alone. That is, to become a campeon. I've been all over the world. I've competed everywhere. I've won a lot of different championships. And, I'm not stopping.

Burke nods with every sentence Julian speaks. The crowd tries to start cheering him on but Julian gestures for them to let him continue. They do, like mindless drones.

Julian Tijerina: The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship will be my first title here in FGA. It will jumpstart the Era of Tijerina. I will be a champion everyone will want to see.

The crowd starts chanting "Si! Si! Si!" at this and he lets them. They quiet down when he speaks again.

Julian Tijerina: I mean, I'm already a must-see talent backstage. Just look at this crowd. Everyone wants to see me, the rest wants to be me, and I can bring that same focus and attention to the title...once I knee my way to the top of that ladder and bring the championship back to the fans. You see, it doesn't matter if it's boring ol' Blake Rogers or my good buddy Papa Stryker, no one is going to stand in my way. I am bringing guapo back to that title come Lowri Moss or Evan Envi's plastic collection of b...

Julian almost swears but catches himself, quickly noticing the crowd near them. Too many young girls.

Julian Tijerina: ...barbies. Si, barbies, barbie dolls. I am toppling AMIRA's empire of crazy. I am your next FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion.

Julian raises his hand, staring into the camera with fiery passion. The crowd starts chanting "Si! Si! Si!" once again, growing in volume, but this time almost sounding creepier, almost like a cult. The camera slowly zooms in on Julian's beautiful eyes as the chants continue. We fade to black, still hearing the creepy, cult-ish chanting.

[FGA Office]

Jessie Pederson is standing by in front of the All-Star Showdown VI backdrop.

Jessie Pederson: Joining me at this time, Chandler Scott.

The crowd roars with cheers as Chandler Scott steps into the picture. He looks off into the distance. Upon hearing the cheers from the crowd, a smile forms on his face before he turns his attention to Jessie.

Jessie Pederson: Big night tonight, huh?

Chandler turns back to looking off in the distance. He rubs his hands with anticipation as a smirk forms. He turns back to Jessie.

Chandler Scott: The biggest. That's why we do this. For nights like these. Contrary to popular belief, it's not always about titles and trophies and accolades...

Jessie Pederson: ...or Hall of Fame inductions.

Say says with a sly smile. Chandler lowers his head as he smirks. He then lifts his head back up.

Chandler Scott: ... or those. It's about the spirit of competition. Just who is the better man? Or in this case, the better wrestler. On one side of the ring, you have yours truly. The DNA of FGA. The FGAce. Grapp Game Moses. On the other side of the ring, you have The Queen. The Epitome of Excellence. Fivestar. The Supreme

Chandler narrows his eyes upon uttering that word.

Chandler Scott: And that's what this whole thing boils down to, really. Just who does reign supreme when it comes to myself and Felicity Banks. We're going to find that out later on tonight.

Jessie Pederson: Do you have any regrets about issuing this challenge?

Chandler shakes his head.

Chandler Scott: No, not at all. You see, everyone wants to be passive aggressive these days. Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk. Everyone says they're big and bad. But very few are willing to step into the ring and actually prove it. Felicity does. That's why I called her out. You see, you look at the other wrestlers in our sport. Or you go and take a look at other combat sports like boxing and MMA. Everyone runs their mouth. But when it's time to get the big money fights together like this, they always fall apart. Why? Because of ego. This guy wants his name front of the other. That guy wants his name on top of his on the marquee. This guy over here wants his image to be front and center on the poster. That guy over there will only accept the fight if he gets 60 percent of the cut. He doesn’t want to split it 50/50. But with me, it's not about the money, whose name goes where, none of that. It's about competing against the very best. I've beaten the best. I've unfortunately lost to some of the best. But tonight, it's about capping off my fourth Showdown appearance - the third straight that I'll be main eventing - with a win.

Jessie Pederson: Things have been testy between yourself and Felicity Banks in recent weeks. Is the respect still there?

Chandler sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.

Chandler Scott: I'm not going to lie to you, Ms. Pederson. With Felicity's recent antics, I've started to feel a certain way towards her. Do I still respect her? Of course. You would be foolish not to respect someone of her stature and her talent. But do I look at her with a cocked eyebrow? You bet I do. I'm no fan of Dom Harter's. The man could fall off a cliff for all I care. But I will say this. After watching HKW's "Control", it was clear as day that the man was screwed. Just like at Only The Strong Survive, we had another high profile World Championship match end in a screwjob thanks to highway robbery. You see, while Fel was over there hiding underneath the announce table and catching her breath, Dom was in the ring catching the beats from Jaxon Queen and Jinzai. Now if you were to ask Felicity, she'll swear up and down that she had nothing to do with it. That wasn’t apart of the plan. She intended to beat him clean. Blah, blah, blah. Yet if you will be so kind as to turn your attention to the screen on your right, you'll see this tweet right here, straight from the horse's' mouth.

Chandler Scott: I was born at night, Ms. Pederson, but not last night.

Jessie Pederson: Are you prepared for any outside interference?

Chandler Scott: At this stage in the game… with the stakes are as high as they are? I have to be.

Jessie Pederson: Felicity Banks made an interesting point the last time you two were face to face in an FGA ring. I'm paraphrasing here, but she said that all of the pressure was on your shoulders with this match taking place on your home turf.

Chandler Scott: I've heard that sentiment being expressed. That there's somehow pressure only on me because this match is taking place in FGA. After Dom Harter dropped the ball and let someone come off the couch after a year and some change and beat him, there's this added pressure on me to defend home court. I've heard people say that there's pressure on me because I can't let this company down again...

It's interesting. This match isn't about FGA vs. HKW or anywhere else. It's about me and her. I'm used to pressure. Do I feel it? 100%. When you fight in high profile matches like this, you'd be lying to say that you don't. But the pressure isn't all on me. It's on her shoulders as well. You see, she's not going to be able to use Ashley Sullivan as a scapegoat for those shortcomings like she's done over in Femme fatale. She's not going to be able to hid behind Jinzai and Jaxon like she did at Control. Tonight, she'll all by her lonesome. We've both talked a big game. Confidence is high for the both of us. But when that bell sounds, it's game on. I'm going to see up close and personal what Felicity Banks is really made of. She's a hell of a wrestler. One of the best in the world. But better than me? I don't think so. I could be wrong. The next time you see me, I could be missing several teeth. The time next you see my, my jaw could be shattered after a knee to the face. Jessie, the next time you see me, I could be telling you that Felicity Banks is better than me.

But I don't plan on it.

What I DO plan on, however? Is going out there and giving all these fans in attendance and everyone watching at home one hell of a show. I plan on pushing Felicity Banks to the brink because I now that's what she's going to do to me. And in the end, I plan on coming away with a win. Right about now, I would normally end things with a catchy little saying. But not tonight. No. Tonight, I'm going to leave it all out there in that ring and let my wrestling do the rest of the talking. May the best wrestler win...

[FGA Office]

Kris Cruise: Here we go, Stephy! The 7-Man Ladder match is coming up next for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. This is the third time that this championship has been contested in a Ladder Match. The two previous times? They resulted in a new champion.

Stephy Auger: I don’t like what you’re trying to insinuate. But it’s okay. You wanna know why? Because AMIRA, the most Magnificent Champion a company could ask for, will overcome every single one of these challengers! You can bet on that!

Kris Cruise: Well as you see right now, the stage crew are putting the finishing touches on the ladders near the entrance. High above the ring hangs the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship. Seven grapplers will enter this ring tonight. But only one will be able to climb the ladder and claim the championship as theirs. Who will it be!? Let’s send it to the ring.

LADDER MATCH
FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) AMIRA vs. Lowri Moss vs. Sadie San Francisco vs. NEON vs.
Brian Stryker vs. Julian Tijerina vs. Blake Rogers

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a LADDER MATCH for the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! There are no pinfalls, no submission, no disqualification or countout. The only way to win it to climb the ladder and retrieve the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship!

The lights in the arena fade to a rose color as the familiar sound of smooth jazz echoes throughout the building. “Young Nation” hits the PA system and a roar resonates among the audience. Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a calm expression on her face, though she nods a bit at the reaction of her home-state crowd. She walks down the ramp, simply glancing at the outstretched hands on either side of her. Sadie pauses in front of the ring, glancing up at it before calmly walking around toward the side which the hard-camera faces.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing the first participant, representing CAMP ENVI! From THE WEST SIDE! She is “The Pope” SAAAADIEEEEE SAAAAAAN FRAAAANCISSSSSCOOOOOO!!!

Stephy Auger: How many Popes in history have been as rude and hostile toward their own people as Sadie San Francisco? Tonight, NEON hopes for Camp Envi to become the new Magnificent AMIRA Legacy Champion, but what’s on Sadie’s mind? SELFISHNESS is what, Cruise! NEON will be lucky if Sadie listens to a single thing she says tonight!

Kris Cruise: Considering how verbally and physically abusive NEON has been over the past few months, I’m inclined to agree.

Sadie places a hand on the bottom rope before looking up into the ring and then back into the audience for a few seconds… then swiftly pulls herself into the ring beneath the bottom rope and right back up to her feet. Sadie calmly makes her way to each side of the ring, looking out into the audience, with each side growing loud as Sadie moves toward them. Sadie smiles faintly, backing into the corner as she awaits the completion of the introductions.

"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: And her opponent, from Llanelli, Wales… LOOOOWWWWRIIIII MOSSSSSS!!!

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 has made it a goal of hers to win her first championship within her first year of entering professional wrestling. Right now, she is on month ten, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Well that sucks for her because she’s about to go at least another day title-less!

Kris Cruise: Oh stop it!

NEON’s music hits and the bass echoes around the arena fusing with a sea of boos from the audience and she glides with decorum laced arrogance acknowledging the crowd around her with glacial eyes and a sinister smile. She raises both her arms so they hang level with her shoulders and the white lights begin to flicker heavily as she lingers for a brief moment.

Kris Cruise: We saw NEON’s Camp Envi cohort enter the ring moments ago. Will Sadie want to work with NEON after everything The Queen of Mean has put her through?

Stephy Auger: What do you mean? The Queen of Mean has done nothing but be loving and supportive to The Pope while Sadie San Fran has been subordinate. Hopefully NEON slapped some sense into her backstage. These two have a chance to become THE Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion and Sadie just might blow it for the Camp!

The lights suspend again and NEON makes her way down the ramp, painted with the same expression she arrived into the arena with, fixating her gaze solely on the ring, remaining ignorant to the fans around her that send floods of jeers her way. She takes her hoop earrings off as she is walking down and throws them to the floor casually.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, representing Camp Envi! From Los Angeles, California by way of Milan, Italy! She is “The Queen of Mean” NEEEEEEOOOONNNN!!!

She runs towards the closest set of steel steps, peeling her mink off of her before motioning to the camera to come closer as she travels the apron, tossing it over it as it begins to get closer forcing it to jump to another on the other side of the ring which is witness to her slowly entering the ring. She walks to the centre and the lights begin to quiver again as she raises her arms in identical fashion to that on the ramp as the audience’s boos only strengthen in sound.

The lights pulsate finally until they rest on a solid white and NEON walks slowly backwards into her corner, widening her smile and toying with her hair in her hands…

The beginning of Red Flag plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his hood up. Brian walks to the center of the stage. He gets down on one knee and runs his hand over the floor of thee stage. He rises to his feet and throws his hood back.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 215 pounds… BRIIIIAAAAAN STRYYYYYYKERRRRR!!!

He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the steel steps, he walks up them and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He looks out to the crowd before holding out his arms before hopping down onto the floor.

Kris Cruise: Brian Stryker is no stranger to these kind of matches. He lives for days like this!

Stephy Auger: He lives for days like this? How old is he right now, 82? Shouldn’t the Great Grandpa of Professional Wrestling be at home watching that Puppy Monkey Baby Richie bounce around instead of getting his body tossed all around the ring? Some people are their priorities, I tell ya...

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.

J.A. Aldridge: And their oppo-

Kris Cruise: What the heck!?

Rogers is immediately knocked down from behind by Blake Rogers. The crowd boos as The Minimalist puts the boots to his foe.

Stephy Auger: Hey look! It’s Blake Rogers and he’s here to take out the trash!

Rogers picks up Tijerina and whips him hard into a nearby ladder, sending a row of ladders falling down. Rogers then marches up, slams shut a three foot ladder, marches back over towards Tijerina and throw sit down violently across his back.

Kris Cruise: Rogers is trying to take out Tijerina before this match even begins!

Stephy Auger: Thank you, Captain Obvious!

Rogers picks up Tijerina and lifts him up before planting him with a snap brainbuster onto the stage.

Kris Cruise: My God, did you hear that thud!?

Stephy Auger: I did and it was magnificent. Not as magnificent as AMIRA. But close enough!

Tijerina struggles to turn over as he’s in a dazed state. As he looks picks himself up on all fours and looks looks up at The Minimalist, Rogers grips the ladder, runs over, pulls the ladder back and then swings it violently against Tijerina’s face, knocking The Spanish Sweetheart back. The crowd erupts with boos as Tijerina throws the ladder down on Tijerina’s unconscious body.

Stephy Auger: Look at that, Cruise! Rogers just made Tijerina GUAPO!

Kris Cruise: How sick are you! The man just got assaulted by Rogers!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and? He was about to enter a match where he would be assault by Rogers and everyone else in the match with guess what? A LADDER!

Rogers makes his way down towards the ring while medical personnel carefully move Tijerina off to the side to tend to him.

Kris Cruise: I hate to even think like this. I really do. But with one less competition, this slightly increases AMIRA’s chances at retaining.

Stephy Auger: Speaking of the champion...

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

AMIRA

AMIIIRRAAA

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

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponent, from LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA! She is the reigning and defending Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, AAAAAAAMIIIIIIIRAAAAA!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: AMIRA tried to talk Stryker into helping her retain her championship here tonight. But Stryker, being a man of principle, told her to take a hike!

Stephy Auger: Don’t you worry! He’ll pay for that just like Lowri Moss will pay for being a thief!

The bell sounds as Rogers, Sadie, NEON and Stryker square off, leaving AMIRA with Moss in the center of the ring. Moss immediately rushes over and throws AMIRA down with an STO. The cheers continue as Moss drops down and places AMIRA in a headlock before delivering repeated punches to the face. She then picks up the champion and whips her into the corner. After running over and connecting with a forearm to the face, Moss climbs up onto the middle ropes, grabs AMIRA and goes for a Tornado DDT. But AMIRA is able to wrestle free from Moss. She then quickly grabs Moss by the ankle and yanks her out of the corner. As Moss gets to her feet, AMIRA runs over and knocks her down with a jumping knee strike.

Across the ring, Sadie places Stryker in the corner and lights up his chest with left handed knife edge chops. Stryker then quickly grabs a hold of Sadie, tosses her into the corner and unleashes a series of knife edge chops of his own. He then takes Sadie and goes for an irish whip. But Sadie reverses, sending Stryker into the turnbuckles. She then runs across the ring to attack. Stryker sees it coming, so he ducks and dumps Sadie over the top rope. After Sadie lands safely on the apron, Stryker delivers a back elbow, followed by a CSS Enzuigiri, knocking Sadie off the apron and to the floor!

Back inside the ring, Rogers hammers away on NEON with clubbing strikes to the neck. He then brings NEON from out of the corner and goes for a vertical suplex. But NEON slips down from behind and shoves him into the ropes. As soon as Rogers bounces off the ropes, NEON connects with a running front dropkick, knocking Rogers through the ropes and onto the apron. After stepping out onto the apron, NEON waits for Rogers to get up. As Rogers pulls himself up on the apron, NEON runs over and plants him with a Tornado DDT off the apron and to the floor!

Kris Cruise: There’s so many moving parts to this match, it’s hard to keep track!

Stephy Auger: Yeah. Could you imagine actually being one of the competitors in the match?

Back inside, the crowd boos when AMIRA places Moss in a side headlock and rakes her face along the top rope. After AMIRA lets go, Moss staggers over into a nearby corner. AMIRA then comes up from behind and performs a back rake before turning Moss around. The Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion delivers a series of stinging chops before delivering a jumping toe kick combination. AMIRA then takes Moss and whips her into the opposite corner. AMIRA runs across the ring to attack, but Moss knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, AMIRA runs back into the corner. This time, Moss turns her around with a boot to the face. As AMIRA staggers away from the corner, Stryker delivers a running hurricanrana, sending AMIRA through the ropes and to the floor. As AMIRA gets up on the outside, Stryker slingshots himself out onto the apron. He then runs along the apron and flips off for a Shooting Star Press Splash. But AMIRA moves out the way, causing Sadie to get knocked down by Stryker!

Kris Cruise: The Pope just got taken out by Stryker!

Stephy Auger: Typical Sadie. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sometimes I wonder what our Chief sees in her.

Back inside, Moss looks over and sees NEON closing up one of the ladders of the floor. As NEON turns around to bring the ladder into the ring, the crowd cheers when Moss runs over and connects with a baseball slide, knocking the ladder right into NEON’s face. After slipping to the outside, Moss picks up the ladder, places it on the apron and pushes it into the ring. Moss then tries to slide back inside. But Rogers grabs her by the ankles and pulls her back to the floor. He then doubles her over with a boot to the midsection and goes to lift her up for a brainbuster on the floor…

… but on the way up, Moss knees him in the head. After being lowered back down, Moss follows up with a swinging neckbreaker on the floor.

Kris Cruise: Moss nearly avoided suffering a similar fate to Tijerina.

Stephy Auger: What a shame.

As soon as Moss gets back to her feet, the crowd boos when NEON comes up from behind and tosses her against the ring steps. While Moss curls up, NEON rolls back inside. The Queen of Mean goes over and tries to pick up the ladder, but Stryker grabs the other end of the ladder from the outside and drags the ladder nearly out of the ring. As NEON heads over to the ropes to attack, Stryker runs up the ladder and meets her with an elbow smash to the face. As NEON stumbles back, Stryker slingshots himself back into the ring. NEON rushes back over to attack, but Stryker knocks her back with a back kick to the midsection. He then goes over, grabs NEON by the arm, wrenches it and follows up with a hook kick that knocks her down.

Kris Cruise: First Stryke from Stryker!

As Stryker heads back across the ring and grabs the ladder to pull it back into the ring, AMIRA takes the other end of the ladder from the outside and thrusts up, nailing Stryker in the ribs with the top of the ladder. While Stryker is doubled over, AMIRA takes the ladder, places it on the apron and slides it underneath the bottom rope and under Stryker. While Stryker is trying to catch his breath, the crowd boos when AMIRA climbs back up onto the apron, springboards onto the top rope and mushroom stomps Stryker down onto the ladder.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA just sent Stryker face-first into the ladder!

Stephy Auger: And not a complaint was heard!


After kicking Stryker off the ladder, AMIRA drags the ladder towards the center of the ring before standing it up. After opening the ladder and locking the spreader bars, AMIRA begins to climb as the crowd boos.

Kris Cruise: The champion is the first to climb the ladder here tonight!

Stephy Auger: She plans on being the first and the last, Cruise!

After AMIRA steps onto the fourth step, Sadie rolls back in. She then rushes over, grabs AMIRA by the leg and yanks her off the ladder. After AMIRA lands on her feet, Sadie sockers her with a hard left hook. She then takes AMIRA and slams her face-first into one of the rungs. As AMIRA staggers over towards the ropes, Sadie stays on her. She then turns AMIRA around and unleashes a series of left handed chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes AMIRA, whips her into the far ropes and goes to meet her in the center of the ring. When AMIRA returns, cheers can be heard when Sadie drop toe holds AMIRA face-first against the side rail of the ladder. After AMIRA bounces off the ladder, she can be seen kicking her feet while she covers her face with her hands.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA just caught a face full of the ladder.

Stephy Auger: Sadie better not have messed up AMIRA’s lovely face!

After standing the ladder back up and dragging it into position, Sadie begins to climb the ladder. After she steps up onto the fifth rung, Moss rolls back inside. She then rushes over onto the same side of the ladder that Sadie’s on and begins to climb up after her.

Kris Cruise: Moss is climbing up after Sadie! She’s right on her heels!

Sadie looks down and sees Moss approaching. So Sadie reaches down and begins kicking away at Moss. The last kick gets blocked. But instead of yanking Sadie off the ladder, Moss continues to climb up and is right behind Sadie on the ladder.

Stephy Auger: What is The Thief going for here?

Moss takes Sadie and slams her face-first onto one of the rungs three times. She then steps of to the side, grabs Sadie and brings her down off the ladder with a russian leg sweep to cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: Both grapplers with a big fall off the ladder!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and Moss ended up hurting herself just as much as she hurt Sadie.

As Moss turns over to get up, NEON rushes over and shoves the ladder, sending the ladder falling over and cracking Moss across the back of the head as she tries to get up.

Kris Cruise: Oh my, did you hear that crack when the ladder landed across the back of Moss’ head!?

On the outside, Rogers can be seen pulling out two tables. After flipping the tables over and folding out the legs, he turns the tables back cover before stacking them on top of each to other.

Kris Cruise: For a man that calls himself The Minimalist and is all about the wrestling, I didn’t expect Rogers to bring out the tables.

Stephy Auger: When in Rome...

The Minimalist rolls back into the ring as NEON is up on the fifth rung of the ladder. She goes to step up onto the sixth rung when Rogers shoves the ladder over. As the ladder falls against the ropes, NEON hops off and lands on her feet. When she turns to face Rogers, The Minimalist turns her inside out with a running lariat. He then picks up NEON, grabs her by the hair, runs and tosses her through the ropes and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Stryker looking to lighten up the ring by tossing NEON to the floor.

When Rogers turns around, the crowd cheers when he gets rocked with three right hands from Stryker. He then takes The Minimalist and whips him into the turnbuckles. Stryker then runs into the corner and connects with a running back elbow follows up a CCS Enzuigiri. As Rogers slumps down in the corner, Stryker goes over, takes the ladder and closes it shut. He then goes over and positions the ladder across the bottom rope in front of Rogers’ face.

Kris Cruise: What is Stryker doing here?

Stephy Auger: All these months later and I still don’t know why he’s in FGA.

Kris Cruise: ….. Oh stop it, Stephy!

Stryker heads out to the apron and points to the top turnbuckle.

Kris Cruise: Oh no! You don’t… you don’t think… is he going to go for what I think he’s going for?

Upon hearing the cheers from the crowd, Stryker runs along the apron before climbing top the top turnbuckle. After gauging the distance, the fans stand up as Stryker leaps off, flies across the ring and dropkick the side of the ladder right into Rogers’ face to an explosion of cheers.

Kris Cruise: STRYKER JUST WENT COAST TO COAST! MY GOD!

Stephy Auger: Not bad for an 82 year old.

“Holy Shit!” chants ring out throughout Staples Center while Rogers is out of it. As Stryker returns to his feet, AMIRA rushes over and delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover, sending Stryker through the ropes and to the floor. As Stryker gets up on the outside, AMIRA runs into the far ropes. When she returns, she delivers a baseball slide into a headscissors takedown. While Stryker tries to get back up, AMIRA rushes over and knocks him down with a spinning elbow strike.

Stephy Auger: There you go, champ!

AMIRA heads back inside and pulls the ladder from between the bottom ropes. After standing up the ladder and leaning it against the ropes, AMIRA backs the feet of the ladder and carelessly flips the ladder over the top rope, sending it crashing down across Stryker on the floor.

Kris Cruise: She just send that ladder crashing on top of Stryker with no regard!

Stephy Auger: GOOD!

The boos continues as AMIRA heads across the ring, rolls to the outside and pulls out another ladder. As soon as she sits the ladder on the apron and tries to slide it back into the ring, Moss grabs a hold of the top cap of the ladder. AMIRA then tries to wrestle the ladder away from Moss by grabbing a hold of the feet. While the two have a tug of war over the ladder, NEON climbs up onto the apron, runs over, leans over and delivers a jumping foot stomp on the ladder, knocking it down out of AMIRA’s hands while knocking the other end up into Moss’ face. The crowd boos as Moss crumbles to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: The top end of that ladder just went flying into Moss’ face thanks to NEON!

Stephy Auger: Look on the bright side. Moss is from Wales, so she’s not going to look any uglier than she did before!

Kris Cruise: OH STOP!

When NEON turns around, AMIRA rakes her across the eyes. She then goes for an irish whip. But NEON reverses, sending AMIRA crashing into the ring post. After AMIRA smacks off the ring post, she collapses to the floor. NEON then takes the ladder and shoves it back inside. She then slides back into the ring before running over and knocking Moss down with Lights Out (running scissors kick). The boos continue when she then picks up the ladder, drags it over into position unfolds it. After locking the spread bars, NEON begins to climb the ladder.

Kris Cruise: NEON’s making her climb.

Stephy Auger: Make The Chief proud, NEON!

The boos continue as NEON is halfway up the ladder.

Stephy Auger: She’s almost there, Cruise! Gold is finally coming to the Camp, and it’s all thanks to NEON!

NEON reaches up to grab the title. But the title is just out of her reach. She then climbs up another rung and grabs a hold of the title.

Kris Cruise: NEON’s got the belt! She’s got a hold of the belt!


While NEON is trying to yank down the title, Rogers runs from out of the corner, runs up the ladder, grabs NEON and throws her down with a head and arm suplex to cheers and applause. While NEON slowly rolls to the outside, Rogers turns over and pulls himself up using the ropes. He stumbles back towards the center of the ring before turning and climbing the ladder.

Kris Cruise: Rogers is climbing!

Rogers stops about halfway up the ladder to take a look around. Once he sees that his competition are no threat to him, he motions to step up onto another rung when “Senbonzakura” blasts over the PA.

Stephy Auger: WHAT!?

Kris Cruise: Yes! He’s back! He’s back!

Rogers’ eyes widen as Tijerina rushes down to the ring to cheers from the crowd. Rogers then decides to quickly climb the ladder before Tijerina can get inside. As soon as he reaches up and grabs the title, Tijerina slides in and drags the ladder from the center of the ring. While Rogers leans over and tries to grab the title, Tijeria heads to the other side of the ladder and begins to climb it.

Kris Cruise: The Spanish sweetheart just stopped Rogers from winning this match! But he’s not done! He’s climbing up to get him some of The Minimalist!

Once Tijerina reaches the third to last rung, he nails Rogers with a right hand. Rogers responds with a punch of his own. Tijerina socks Rogers with another right hand. Rogers responds with a punch of his own. Tijerina goes to throw out a punch. But Rogers blocks it and counters with a punch of his own. He then nails Tijerina with another punch… and another… and another. Rogers then throws out the knockout blow. But Tijerina ducks, stands back up and spits purple mist right into Roger’s face.

Kris Cruise: The Breath of Death!

Stephy Auger: Nooooo!

Tijerina reaches over, grabs Rogers and shoves him off the side, sending him crashing down to the canvas. Tijerina looks over at the title and realizes that it’s out of arm’s reach. So instead, he leaps off the ladder and crashes on top of Rogers with a Frog Splash to an explosion of cheers and applause from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: GUERRERO SPLASH OFF THE LADDER!

Stephy Auger: Tijerina is out of his mind!

After bouncing off of Rogers, Tijerina turns over and curls up while he guards his midsection.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina’s hurt badly, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: Of course he is! He just did a Frog Splash off a ladder after being attacked with ladders before the match even started! Once again, Tijerina is out of his mind!


As AMIRA rolls back inside she heads over to grab the ladder. But out of the corner of her eyes, she sees Stryker trying to pick himself up on the floor. So she turns and runs into the far ropes. When AMIRA returns, she goes for a suicide dive. But Stryker lifts up the ladder, causing AMIRA to crash face-first into the top plate of the ladder.

Stephy Auger: OH NO! AMIRA!

Kris Cruise: AMIRA just got taken out by Stryker! If he can get back in the ring and climb up that ladder, we could have ourself a new champion!

After sliding the ladder back into the ring, Stryker stands it up, locked the spread bars and begins to climb the ladder. Meanwhile, Sadie gets up and begins to climb the ladder that was previously in the ring.

Kris Cruise: It looks like we’ve got a race on our hands, Stephy! Who is going to reach the top first!?

Stryker and Sadie do a double take once they look over and see the other climbing up. So Sadie reaches over and kicks Stryker in the side. Stryker then responds with a kick of his own. Sadie then delivers another kick to the side. Stryker comes back with another kick of his own. Sadie then climbs up two more rungs and kicks Stryker in the head. She then kicks Stryker again… and again and again. She then reaches over, puts her foot on the side rail of Stryker’s ladder and shoves it over. As the ladder falls, Stryker hops off the ladder and winds up crotched on the top rope. The crowd gasps while Stryker cringes.

Stephy Auger: Stryker’s got a higher voice than Richie right about now!

While Stryker howls in pain, Sadie continues to climb. After reaching the second to last rung, she reaches up and tries to unbutton the title. She’s almost got it when Moss shoves the ladder over, sending Sadie falling down with the ladder crashing on top of her.

Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco just took a hard fall off that ladder!

On the outside, Tijerina reaches in, pulls the ladder off of Sadie and positions it between the apron and the top of the guardrail before rolling back inside. As Moss continues to climb the ladder that Stryker brought into the ring, Tijerina climbs up onto the apron, springboards onto the top rope, leaps over and lands on the other side of the ladder Moss is on.

Kris Cruise: What a move by Tijerina!

Stephy Auger: How is he even standing right now?

Moss feels Tijerina landing on the ladder, so she goes to pick up the pace. But Tijerina is hot on her trail. Once both grapplers are on the fourth to last rung, they each reach up and grab a hold of the title.

Moss and Tijerina try to wrestle the title from one another as AMIRA rolls back inside. The champion then rushes over and shoves over the ladder, sending both Tijerina and Moss flying off the ladder. They both clip the top turnbuckle before collapsing to the canvas as the crowd boos.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA just took out the Tijerina and Moss!

Stephy Auger: Good!

AMIRA picks up the ladder, runs across the ring and rams the top plate of the ladder against the side of Stryker’s head, knocking him off the top rope and sending him tumbling to the floor. The crowd boos while Stryker lays sprawled out on the floor. AMIRA looks over and sees Moss and Tijerina pulling themselves up using the ropes. So she lifts the ladder up and places it down across her shoulders with her head sticking through two of the rungs. She then spins across the ring before knocking down Tijerina with a ladder shot to the face. She then goes over towards Moss to do the same. But Moss ducks and counters with a drop toe hold, resulting in cheers from the crowd.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA’s plan just backfired big time!

Moss pulls AMIRA from out of the ladder before knocking it over flat. She then picks up the champion, places her in an inverted front facelock and follows up with the Nos Da (rolling cutter) on the ladder to an explosion of cheers.

Kris Cruise: Moss has the champion down! All she had to do it climb the ladder! This is her moment! This is her opportunity to become a champion!

After picking up the Ladder, Moss brings it back towards the center of the ring, unfolds it and locks the spreader bars before beginning to climb.

Kris Cruise: Moss is going for the belt!

Once Moss is four rungs up on the ladder, Tijerina reaches up and yanks her back down to her feet. After turning Moss around, Tijerina delivers a shoot kick to the left leg, followed by a shoot kick to the left side, followed by a roundhouse kick. He then gestures with a finger gun taunt before throwing out a superkick. But Moss catches his foot. Tijerina goes to follow up with an enzuigiri. But Moss ducks before running into the ropes. As Tijerina gets up on one knee, Moss goes for a Shining Wizard. But Tijerina catches her leg. As Tijerina stands back up on his feet, Moss nails him with an enzuigiri. While Tijerina is dazed, Moss gets back up and runs into the ropes. When she returns, Tijerina nearly kicks her head off with a superkick. Tijerina then goes over and begins to climb the ladder.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina missed out on his chance to become champion a few months back. He doesn’t want to go home empty handed again!

While Tijerina continues to climb, Stryker springboards onto the top rope, dives over and lands on the opposite side of the ladder.

Stephy Auger: Where did he come from!?

Tijerina tries to pick up the pace. But Stryker is able to keep pace. Once both grapplers are on the third to last rung, they begin trading blows until Stryker gains the upperhand. He then reaches back and goes to knock Tijerina off with a right hand. But Tijerina blocks it and goes for the Breath of Death. But Stryker ducks the purple mist. He then grabs Tijerina by the hair with both hands and repeatedly slams him down face-first onto the top plate of the ladder. While Tijeria is dazed, Stryker turns around on the third rung and faces away from Tijerina.

Kris Cruise: What is Stryker doing?

Stephy Auger: I never have any idea what he’s doing...

The crowd gets on their feet as Stryker reaches behind him. After crossing Tijerina’s arms, the crowd gasps as Stryker gets one foot on the second to last rung of the ladder and then flips backwards…


Kris Cruise: No Stryker...NO STRYKER… NOOOO!

...bringing Tijerina off the ladder and down to the canvas with the Overdose (straight jacket Shiranui).

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

Cheers and applause are heard throughout the crowd while Tijerina is out of it. Stryker, meanwhile, turns over and holds his lower back while he kicks his legs.

Kris Cruise: Tijerina isn’t moving! Stryker may have broken his tailbone! No one has put their bodies on the line in this match quite like these two have! Unbelievable!

The cheers turn to boos when AMIRA rushes over and quickly unwraps the top and middle turnbuckles. She then pulls off both turnbuckles pads, exposing the steel turnbuckles underneath.

Kris Cruise:

Stephy Auger: up to no good. Which is good for her and bad for everyone else!

After marching back over towards Stryker, AMIRA picks him up and whips him hard into the turnbuckles. After Stryker’s back collides with the turnbuckles, he crumbles to the floor. The boos continue when AMIRA then runs over and knocks Sadie off the apron with a jumping high knee. NEON then climbs back up. But AMIRA greets her with a shoulder thrust to the midsection. She then grabs a hold of NEON, runs and slams her face-first into the ring post, sending the Queen of Mean flying off the apron.

Stephy Auger: AMIRA’s taking out everything that moves!

As Rogers pulls himself back up using the ropes on the other side of the ring, AMIRA runs over and connects with a rolling koppu kick, knocking him off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Now Rogers has been sent back to the floor! AMIRA has just cleared the ring and now, she could be seconds away from retaining her championship!



AMIRA heads over, grabs the ladder and drags it back into position before climbing the ladder.

Stephy Auger: Yes! Yes! Yes! Climb that ladder!

As AMIRA is several rungs up the ladder, Moss pulls herself up using the legs of the ladder before climbing up on the opposite side.

Kris Cruise: Lowri Moss is still in this, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: No, no, no!

AMIRA begins to climb faster once she sees Moss on the opposite side.

Stephy Auger: Climb, AMIRA, climb!

AMIRA reaches up and grabs the title. But Moss punches her in the midsection, breaking her grip on the ladder. Moss then reaches up and grabs the ladder. But AMIRA punches her in the face. After a rake across the eyes, AMIRA reaches up and grabs the title. She begins to unbutton the title when Moss reaches up and nails her with a forearm strike to the face. As Moss goes up and grab the title, AMIRA reaches over and tries to pull Moss’ arms away from the title. While Moss and AMIRA continue to wrestle on top of the ladder, Camp Envi roll back into the ring. Sadie gets on one side of the ladder while NEON gets on the other. They then lift up the ladder, which causes Moss and AMIRA to look around.

Kris Cruise: OH NO...

Stephy Auger: OH NO...

Moss and AMIRA’s eyes widen with shock as Camp Envi heads over towards the ropes and tip the ladder over, sending AMIRA and Moss flipping off the ladder and crashing through the double stacked tables on the outside. “HOLY SHIT!!!” chants ring throughout the Staples Center while Moss and AMIRA lay unconscious amongst the mangled mess of tables on the floor.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA AND LOWRI MOSS JUST FELL THROUGH THE TABLES FROM OFF THE LADDER! My God, that was horrific!

Stephy Auger: But look who sent them to the outside! Camp Envi! All is finally right in the world, Cruise!

After bringing the ladder back towards the center of the ring, NEON and Sadie stare at each other through the ropes before scaling up the ladder to an eruption of boos.

Kris Cruise: NEON and Sadie San Francisco are working as a unit! They’re going to climb up to the top and claim the title from Camp Envi!

While NEON continues to climb Sadie stops before hopping back down.

Kris Cruise: What is Sadie doing!?

Stephy Auger: She’s letting NEON claim the victory! What a generous Pope! I knew I always liked for a reason!

NEON looks down and smirks as she sees Sadie letting her win the championship. NEON laughs at the booing crowd as she goes to reach up and grab the title. Just then Sadie goes over onto the side of the ladder that NEON’s on and drags it away from the center of the ring.

Stephy Auger: What!?

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s got other plans, Stephy!

NEON looks down and shouts at Sadie. Sadie narrows her eyes at NEON before panning down and seeing the ladder that’s propped up across the apron and the top of the guardrail.

Stephy Auger: Oh no! OH NO! Don’t you dare, Sadie! DON’T YOU DARE!

Kris Cruise: …

NEON looks behind her to see what Sadie’s looking at. NEON’s eyes widen as Sadie shoves over the ladder, sending NEON flying off the ladder in the ring and crashing through the propped up ladder on the outside, bending it in half to an explosion of cheers and applause from the crowd.

Crowd: YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s had enough of NEON!

Stephy Auger: GODDAMIT, SADIE!!!

NEON’s motionless body lays across the bent ladder. Back inside the ring, Sadie takes the ladder, drags it back towards the center of the ring and begins to march her way up each rung.

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s making the climb! She’s going for the belt!

Stephy Auger: NOOOO!

Sadie gets to the second to last rung and scales around at her downed opponents. She then reaches up… grabs the championship… and snatches it down. The crowd explodes with cheers when the ref calls for the bell.

The crowd explodes with cheers when “Young Nation” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and neeeeeewwwwww FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, SADIE SAN FRANCISCO!

Sadie looks at the championship in her hands before clutching it close to her chest.

Kris Cruise: Sadie’s done it! She’s done it! Sadie San Francisco has won the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! For months, she put up with NEON’s crap. Tonight, she got the ultimately revenge! Congratulations, Sadie!

[FGA Office]

Even though the rest of the FGA roster are in Los Angeles for this weekend's double header, there is one person who prefers to sit on the sidelines, watching everything unfold, so they can get a full view of everything that is happening without being in the middle of it - and that man's name is Mark Bisley, who is sat in the corner of a training ring somewhere far, far away from the Staples Center

Mark Bisley: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mark Bisley, and I have to ask a simple question: are you actually satisfied with the product you are paying to see?

Without pausing for breath, Bisley reaches up to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet as he continues speaking

Mark Bisley: Because this is what I can see: I can see the greatest prize this company has being fought over by somebody who hasn't noticed it is no longer 1973 as they challenge a deluded sociopath. I see people losing their minds because they get the chance to see somebody who isn't even contracted by this company walk into a main event match before they walk out the door with their money. I see people competing for a title that was last defended in a company that went out of business. In short, what I see is people settling for what they can get, and I cannot understand why anyone is content to accept three stars at best as the best they are going to get.

Pausing for a moment, Bisley cannot help but smirk in the knowledge that he knows what he's about to say while those watching are being kept waiting

Mark Bisley: This is why I have decided that, as fun as free agency was, this company needs somebody to drag everyone up a level. Think about it, it's win/win: the audience gets to watch someone who can drag a quality match out of anyone while those in the back can aspire to being on the same level as their new ace, and all you have to do is wait for the moment where I am no longer stood in this ring...

For added emphasis Bisley gestures around him

Mark Bisley: ...and set foot in an FGA ring. So now all you need to ask is if you are capable of waiting that long.

[FGA Office]

As the ring crew give the ring the once-over to make sure there isn’t a speck of blood, sweat or tears staining the canvas before the next match the Staples Center is suddenly interrupted by a familiar sound - namely the sound of John Bonham letting his drum kit have it, and as we have seen many, many times over the years the exact moment Jimmy Page, Robert Plant and John Paul Jones all dogpile in is the exact moment where Johnny Karma walks out at the top of the ramp, yet as he walks out it’s a very different scene: he is on his own, as Cherry Baum is still recovering from the assault that Izzy Anders inflicted upon her, while Karma’s expression is one of grim determination as he knows he’s just twenty four hours away from getting his hands on Izzy Anders.

As he walks to the ring he appears focused, his mind set on the task he needs to complete tomorrow night, so he isn't playing to the crowd or exchanging some chatter on the ring, instead he marches directly towards the ring, climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes without as much as a wave to the crowd, and as he stands in the ring he paces back and forth, almost as if he isn't quite used to having to ask for a mic rather than have Cherry pass one to him

Once he is passed a mic by JA Aldridge he waits a moment for his music to die down...and then a few moments longer, taking the time to put the words in his head into some coherent order

Johnny Karma: Let me take each and every one of you back to one evening in early 2013. That night is the first time I walked into the arena and the second my foot passed from one side of the curtain I had ambition...and that means a desire to achieve something worthwhile and not, as some lower form of bottom-feeding bacteria believes, a reason to act like an ignorant kaker on Twitter. No need for them to thank me for pointing that out.

For a moment Karma makes as if he’s going to drop the mic and leave the ring following that last comment, but then he gets back onto the subject in hand

Johnny Karma: So, yeah, the journey’s had it’s fair share of ups and downs, in fact I wouldn't say I had a “fair share” of downs because in my time I’ve been ignored, dismissed, jumped by a roving gang of yagers on a bi-weekly basis, and even messed my foot up pretty bad that one time I thought it was a good idea to punt a trophy from the ring into the third row of the crowd. And that’s just the stuff in the ring, but there’s a lot of stuff outside the ring that’s been less than great: missed birthdays, spending six to eight hours stranded in departure lounges because of the weather, getting funny looks at security because I’ve been carrying a spare pair of trunks in my carry-on for the past three years because the airline lost my bags, and worst of all not being there for that one final time for the one person who supported me since Day One.

The last item on the list causes Karma to pause for a second, choking on a memory still raw, yet he just about recovers his composure

Johnny Karma: Yet no matter what I lost or how many losses I racked up, the one thing I wanted from the outset was to be walking into the ring for a match where I was a three count away from landing the big one. I’m not saying it would heal all wounds, of course it won’t, but every single person who pulls on their boots for the first time does so thinking of the moment where they get that one, big payoff because they can’t picture exactly what that moment will be like, but they just know they want to feel it for themselves. And this is what…

He stops when his eyes rise to meet the arrival of the FGA Undisputed Champion. She saunters down to the ring with no music behind her, just a chorus of boos. She stands at the ramp, deciding to stand there instead of enter the ring.

Izzy Anders: This is what? Do you really feel like it’s your time to win? Are the planets aligned just right for you?

She narrows her eyes at Karma.

Izzy Anders: Or are you just out here trying to convince yourself?

Izzy Anders: Are you trying to convince them? This whole thing you’re doing is a mess to me. Because I want you to look at yourself when you get the chance, you look disheveled. You look beaten up and the way you’re speaking feels like you’re lying to the most important person to you…

She points at herself.

Izzy Anders: Me.

That gets a sharp reaction, to which Izzy laughs at.

Izzy Anders: The story of Johnny Karma is a tragedy. I tried to get you to change that a few months ago, but you decided to not take the way out. Instead, you got the way you got and it led to another moment in your life where you have to deal with a new set of emotions. Because for everything you said and everything that you missed, you could have stopped what happened to Cherry. All you had to do was tell her to get out of my face, stay away from the Big Bad Wolf, but you didn’t. You just let her walk my way and get utterly destroyed. Now, you’re standing here without that emotional crutch, waiting for the final night where you can act like you have some fire left in you. I have to say that it makes me a little sad to see you like this, but---

The champion tilts her head.

Izzy Anders: then I remember that you deserve this.

Izzy looks like she’s about to say something else, only for Karma to interject

Johnny Karma: And I remember that you deserve to have Ricky Valero kick you in the face.

Karma gives Izzy the sort of look that says just how sick and tired he is of her drek

Johnny Karma: If you thought I’d be surprised by you waltzing out here to give your two cents worth of Monopoly money, then you’ve either got a short attention span because you forgot that’s all you ever do, or you ran out of material weeks ago so you're just playing the hits everyone knows and...well I’m not going to say “loves” because only the most dedicated masochists would want to sit through An Audience with Izzy Anders.

Taking a few steps so he’s stood by the ring ropes, looking directly at Izzy, Karma continues

Johnny Karma: So who’s the one trying to convince themselves of something?

Izzy squints at Karma.

Izzy Anders: That’s all I ever do?

She lowers her head for a moment, tapping her foot.

Izzy Anders: If that’s all I ever do, then why is Cherry not next to pining for your attention? If I’ve ran out of material, why is it that I’ve had you in the palm of my hand. But no, I guess I haven’t done anything, Karma.

You gotta understand one of these days that you have yet to change from that same person that I’ve met. You might put all of these words to the audience, but then when I make my appearance, you just fall right back into that same arrogance. It’s the most annoying thing about you.

She frowns, passively looking off to the side while she spoke.

Izzy Anders: I wonder if…

A pause.

Izzy Anders: I think I should have done worse. Have Cherry ask your dear ol’ Grandpa how he feels about you right now.

The very second that Izzy mentions Karma’s grandfather causes him to drop the mic for real, but for entirely different reasons - he isn’t dropping the mic in triumph, he’s dropping the mic because he’s stepping out of the ring and making a direct line for Izzy, and as Karma drops to the arena floor a small phalanx of referees come dashing down the ramp to try and get between Karma and Izzy in case the following night’s show has to make do without a main event

Izzy Anders: What are you going to do, huh? Blow it all off just because I said something about a dead man?! Weak! Pathetic! You even got FGA out here trying to save you! Lucky, lucky, Karma!

Izzy cackles as she starts back up the ramp to the chorus of jeers.

Izzy Anders: One more night, Karma! Get it together! Get it together or I’m going to eat you alive!

She drops the microphone onto the stage as she gives the fuming Karma a gentle, condescending wave - at which point Karma shoves the referee nearest to him with such force he causes several of the referees to to fall to the ramp, and without the referees holding him back Karma marauds towards Izzy, only for the remaining referees to quickly regroup and grab hold of Karma, yet in spite of their grabbing him the discarded mic makes it possible to hear what Karma is yelling at Izzy

Johnny Karma: They’re protecting you, Anders, they're protecting you.

[FGA Office]

The show cuts backstage to where Spencer Burke is standing by; he looks rather dapper tonight, obviously having made more of an effort for the pay-per-view, as evident by the brave smile on his face. He inhales deeply as the camera starts rolling.

Spencer Burke: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time…

He pauses for a moment as the Apple ‘Opening’ ringtone sounds out from off screen. But, ever the professional, Spencer continues.

Spencer Burke: … ‘The Tenacious Little Bastard’ himself, Dom Harter!

That’s when Dom walks into view, ready dressed in his ring attire and leather jacket; his outfit completed by the new ‘Bygones’ t-shirt, available from Irish Whip Clothing. And, unfortunately for Spencer Burke, Dom has his cell phone to one ear as he carries on his conversation.

Dom Harter: …ok, yeah. Just make sure he’s watching, I’m dedicating this match to Azrael and I want him to see what a difference he’s made in my life…

Dom raises a finger to Spencer and mouths the words “one sec” before talking on the phone again.

Dom Harter: Gotta go, it’s business time. Just make sure he’s watching. OK, bye.

Spencer Burke: Important call?

Dom Harter: Mothers, hey. You just can’t ignore their call.

The crooked grin spreads across Dom’s face as he puts the phone away in his jacket pocket. He pops the collar on jacket and rolls his shoulders a few times before turning to Spencer who, to his credit, is still smiling.

Spencer Burke: Ok. Dom Harter, tonight you’re set to face a long time rival–

Dom holds up a finger to interrupt.

Dom Harter: No, no, no. That makes it sound like we’ve always had a problem. Jimmy Page is a former rival who’s decided to take issue with my having turned over a new leaf. And has decided he needed to try and reignite that flame.

Spencer Burke: …ok. Tonight you’re set to face Jimmy Page in a grudge match of epic proportions. A rematch of sorts from a few years ago, just without any sort of title on the line. But, Dom, can you tell us what’s going through your mind on a night like this?

Dom Harter: That’s a tough one, Spencer…

Harter rubs his hands together, looking down for a moment as he inhales through gritted teeth. He turns back to Spencer, a furrowed brow weighing heavily on his face as Dom continues.

Dom Harter: …and it takes me back to this time last year. All Star Showdown V, down there in Lakeland, Florida. Back then when I was coming off the injured list, when I’d done everything I could and more just to recover from that dislocated shoulder. Just to get those muscles healed. And that night I heard the crowd cheer me for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, Spencer. Because that night, at All Star Showdown V, those fans recognized what I’d done. What I’d been through. They saw the new me! The new Dom Harter! The new and improved Tenacious Little Bastard!

He pauses, looking off screen for a fleeting moment.

Dom Harter: And they liked it. Better yet, I liked it. And you’ve heard this story before, but it bears repeating; they liked it when I beat Izzy Anders, when – one by one – I beat The New Kings, when I beat Annie Zellor, Ryan LeCavalier, and anyone else they threw at me. They supported me when I entered the Frontier Lions Cup for the first time. When I stepped up to face The Usual Suspects at Final Frontier. They were behind me when I took on The Small Boob Wrecking Crew, when I took everything they threw at me and asked for more! Because it wasn’t enough to stop me – nothing could stop me from becoming the first ever Grand Slam winner here in FGA! But these fans?

Harter points around the area, as if he were pointing at the fans watching on the big screen in the Staples Center, or even those watching at home.

Dom Harter: They were there for me, Spencer. Even when I got screwed out of that belt by AMIRA, they still supported me. And last week, when FGA finally announced that I was being inducted into the new Hall of Fame–

Harter looks towards Spencer, who takes the cue.

Spencer Burke: Congratulations on that, by the way. Well deserved.

Dom Harter: Damn right it was! And it's an honor to be inducted into the FGA Hall of Fame, it really is. You see, for over four years now I've poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this promotion. I've helped to build it up, burn it down, and rebuild it in my image during that time. And I've done it all! Two time World champion, Pride champion, Mid-Atlantic Legacy champion, tag champion, winner of the inaugural Dynamic Duos tournament, two-time winner of the Gold Rush Rumble. Who’s done more? Who’s done anywhere close? I just need more end of year awards to pad my resume like some of the other inductees, but they’ll come in time. And I know I can do it with the support of these fans, Spencer; I can achieve anything with them behind me, with them chanting my name, with their adulation and respect…

Spencer Burke: So what do you say about those fans who feel, and excuse my language, that you’ve been a dick towards Jimmy Page? That you’ve been antagonizing Jimmy Page into challenging you to this match?

Spencer asks; he stands his ground as Dom turns to face him, holding the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. He sighs, loudly, before responding.

Dom Harter: I haven’t even answered your last question yet, Spencer.

Spencer Burke: I realize that, but–

Dom Harter: But what? Like I said before, Jimmy Page was the one who picked the fight with me. He’s the one who decided that all I’d been through wasn’t good enough for me to have had an epiphany of sorts. To decide that I haven’t truly turned over a new leaf. And now he’s complaining – you’re complaining! – that I’ve turned up the heat a little bit. You can’t stand the heat, get out the kitchen…

Spencer Burke: Well it’s not just–

Dom Harter: Just what? Have I attacked him backstage? Have I interfered in his matches? What have I done, Spencer, that makes him doubt me – that make you doubt me? Tell me…

There’s a moment of silence as Harter raises his head to look at Spencer Burke. The interviewer stands his ground, staring straight into the eyes of The Tenacious Little Bastard, who’s dragging his knuckles down across his stubbled jaw. His lips pressed tightly together as he waits for an answer.

Spencer Burke: Well … there’s the jabs you took at Jimmy Page a few months ago, regarding his ill-fated tag team with Beer Beer Ayano. The way in which you and Molly Reid eliminated him from the Gold Rush Rumble–

Dom visibly rolls his eyes.

Spencer Burke: –and some people have said that Azrael, the cat you palmed off on some worker after that interview a few weeks ago … that he’s not really yours. And that it’s just a way for you to poke fun at Jimmy Page for having a therapy cat. That you and your wife, Jaelynn appearing in the aisle way for Jimmy’s last match against Dan Herrera was a dickish thing to do.

Dom Harter: You done?

Spencer nods.

Dom Harter: Firstly, she’s not my wife. Long story, I’ll explain later. Secondly, Azrael is absolutely my cat – didn’t you hear me on the phone telling my mom to make sure he’s watching tonight? I’m dedicating my match against Jimmy Page to that cat, because he’s helping me become a better man. He’s helping me turn over a new leaf. Gold Rush Rumble – was what we did against the rules?

Spencer Burke: No, but there are no ru–

Dom Harter: Did I physically attack him any of those times when I stood in the aisleway during his matches? Have I laid one finger on him outside of sanctioned matches?

Spencer Burke: No, but–

Dom Harter: A simple no will suffice, Spencer. And the Beer Beer thing? We said bygones.

Spencer Burke: That doesn’t always work!

Harter moves closer to Spencer Burke, not by much, maybe just an inch or two. But he continues to stare the interviewer in the eyes as he speaks again.

Dom Harter: I get it. You’re a Dom Harter Hater – probably got the t-shirt too, right? And nothing I ever do will be good enough for you, right? What’s next: you’re going to tell me that you believe Jimmy Page has really changed? That he’s not the same psychopath we’ve always known. Because he hasn’t brutally attacked anyone since he’s returned. Because he hasn’t ripped off anyone’s ear, or given them a grade three concussion to send a message to their friend. Or powerbombed them off the top rope through a table covered with weapons!

Pause.

Dom Harter: Because he hasn’t enjoyed watching his enemies squirm, or writhe in pain and agony – the pain and agony that he intentionally inflicted on them. Or is he just better at covering it? Because he’s still a psychopath, Spencer – there’s no fixing that. He’s just a sober psychopath now. With a thin skin, who can’t take a joke. And you asked me, Spencer, what’s going through my mind on a night like this. Look in my eyes and see if you can tell me…

Another moment of silence as the two men lock eyes once again. But Spencer doesn’t say anything.

Dom Harter: I hate that we’ve gotten to this point, Spencer. I hate that people like you have misconstrued what it means to turn over a new leaf to suit your own agenda. That people like Jimmy Page don’t understand what I’ve been through, what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished in the field of self-improvement. And you all feel the need to continue to try and tear me down. But I’ve turned over a new leaf, Spencer. Mark my words. And tonight, a year after I first started over that new leaf, I’ll finish what I’ve started…

Dom pats Spencer on the shoulder before walking away, whistling a merry tune as he disappears around a corner somewhere. A few moments pass, the camera still rolling as they focus on Spencer Burke; he continues to stand stoically as he was during the confrontation, before shuddering. He quickly bolts, walking away at speed as the show cuts back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Molly Reid vs. Heather Lasiewicz

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

The lights in the arena dim as The Greatest by Sia begins to play over the loudspeakers in the arena. A spotlight appears on the stage as Molly Reid walks out in her wrestling gear, bouncing around with a slight smirk on her face looking into the sea of FGA faithful. She stares down to the ring before slowly beginning to walk down the ramp.

J.A. Aldridge: Introducing first, on her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California…

The very announcement earns a roar from the Staples Center!

J.A. Aldridge: ...MOLLLLYYY REEEEEEEEEEEEID!

Once Molly gets near the ring, she sprints, dives into the ring and jumps up, holding both arms up in the air, grinning slightly at the warm hometown reception. Molly runs to a turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope, posing for the crowd once more, before climbing down and moving to her corner with a smirk still on her face as she takes off her hat and sunglasses. Abruptly, however, her music is interrupted. The lights go dim as the first drum beats of “Believer” by Imagine Dragons start. As the music kicks up, a single purple spotlight hits the stage, and the silhouette of Heather Lasiewicz is seen dancing. The camera gets a close-up and she’s seen clearly singing the first lines of the song with the music.

“First things first, Imma say all the words inside my head

I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been, ooooohhhh

The way that things have been, ooooh”

As she sings, she slinks towards the ring, the spotlight following her every step. Her body sways naturally to the beat of the song, acting out the words of the song as it plays out through the arena. The song cuts to the pause before the chorus as she hops up onto the ring apron. She slowly unbuttons her ring jacket, swaying her hips to the music.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, hailing from Austin, Texas, HEATHERRR LAAAAAAAASIEWICZ!

“PAIN!!!!”

As the singer yells out the word, she lets the jacket fall.

”You make me a, you make a believer! Believer!”

Heather grabs the ropes and lets herself fall back in a burlesque style dance move. She uses this momentum to hop onto the bottom rope, in turn using that momentum to flip herself over the top rope and into the ring. The lights come back fully as she walks around the ring, soaking in the noise of the crowd and mentally prepping for her match as the music fades out.

Kris Cruise: Many people involved in the production of this event were curious to see where Molly Reid would end up when June 24th and 25th rolled around-- and looking at the woman across from her, this audience has every right to be as loud and excited as they are right now!

The audience grows to a near-deafening pop as the bell rings. The two Grapplers circle the ring for a moment, both smirking toward the other… but both saying things to the other that the cameras and mics don’t quite pick up. Immediately, however, Lasiewicz strikes first, rushing at Reid with a Calf Kick! Reid is thrown head-over-heels from the opening shot to a roar from the audience!

Kris Cruise: Wha-- whoa, didn’t expect this right from the start from Heather Lasiewicz, I admit!

Stephy Auger: And neither did Molly! Her hands weren’t even up!

Molly is dazed, but climbs back to her feet. Heather nods, stalking her for a moment before she shoots the ropes, rebounding with a European Uppercut! Molly reels in the center of the ring and Heather shoots the ropes, rebounding for a second! She runs past Molly and rebounds to nail one to the back of the head before whipping her around and nailing a fourth, sending Molly Reid to the mat! Heather drops down for a cover!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.

Molly Reid kicks out emphatically, rising to her feet and immediately enduring a fifth European Uppercut from Heather! Molly delivers a Spinning Backfist for her troubles! Lasiewicz is turned around goes for one of her own! Molly ducks, dropping Heather with a Russian Leg Sweep to a pop from the international audience! Molly hooks both legs!

ONE
.
.
.

Kris Cruise: Just that quickly, our second pin attempt, and our second kickout!

Stephy Auger: Heather Lasiewicz came into this match with a gameplan, and that was probably to knock Molly Reid out cold. Molly asked for a big opponent-- a challenge-- for All Star Showdown VI and she got it! She might regret it!

As Heather reaches her knees, Molly hammers her with a series of rights and lefts. Heather shoves Reid back, but Molly bounces off the ropes and nails a Low Dropkick to the jaw! The impact sends Lasiewicz to the canvas, but she continues rolling, dropping to the outside. Molly wastes no time rolling to her feet, looking back over her shoulder at Heather before she shoots the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Suicid-- OH!

Leaping onto the apron, Heather blasts the oncoming Reid with a knee strike! Stunned and shaken, Reid staggers back into the ring and Heather leaps onto the top rope, leaping off for a Springboard Lariat, which Reid ducks! Heather lands on her feet and blasts Reid with a Pele Kick to the nose! The shot echoes throughout the arena and Reid sinks to her feet as Heather rolls forward and to her feet. She pivots, running forward and sliding to nail a forearm smash to Reid, flipping the former Pride Champion onto her stomach!

Stephy Auger: Sick, sick shot. That is exactly why Heather got hired!

Kris Cruise: Molly Reid is out cold! The cover! Both legs are hooked! Heather Lasiewicz is gonna score the three count here!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
TH--!

Molly Reid throws a shoulder up and rolls onto her stomach, pushing herself to her hands and knees to the delight of the crowd!

Kris Cruise: I spoke too soon there!

Stephy Auger: But look at Heather’s eyes…

Heather watches as Molly climbs upright and rushes forward, nailing a European Uppercut that sends Reid through the ropes and out to the apron! Molly staggers up to her feet, but Heather shoots the ropes and rushes back with a stiff European Uppercut that causes Molly to sail from the apron, smashing back-first into the barricade! The audience groans in agony, but Lasiewicz shows no restraint, stepping out to the apron-- only to pivot, leaping onto the middle rope to nail an Asai Moonsault to Reid on the outside! Both women crash to the ground as the LA audience comes alive!

Stephy Auger: Heather Lasiewicz is absolutely taking it to Reid right now! The zebra has his work cut out for him. These two might not have any intention of keeping it in the ring, Cruise!

Lasiewicz climbs to her feet first. She hoists Molly upright in a front facelock and drags her to the ring-- but the taller Reid sweeps Heather and shoves her down, slamming her upper-spine into the ring apron! Groaning aloud, Heather climbs back to her feet… and Molly uses the bottom rope as an aid to nail an Enzuigiri, crushing Heather’s head between her boot and the ring apron!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

Stephy Auger: Haha, it’s like they weren’t even partners a couple weeks ago! They’re out there having a fight right now.

Heather slumps against the apron, holding the back of her head. Reid rolls her into the ring and follows, pinning her with an elbow crushed against her temple.

ONE
.
.
.
.
KICKOUT!

Stephy Auger: Effective stuff by Reid! Keep the pressure on the head of your opponent. Frustrate her. Hurt her. Make it hard for her to even think!

Kris Cruise: Well, that very strategy may be paying dividends for Molly Reid.

Heather sits upright but is met with crossface forearms to the sides of the head and face. She covers up and Molly stoops down, hooking Heather for a rear waist lock! Reid stands her upright and immediately releases the hold, going for a Spinning Back Elbow to the back of the head-- and connects! Heather falls to her knee behind Molly, who steps backward and connects with a Snap DDT! She rolls over for the cover, but Heather Lasiewicz rolls out to the apron. Molly pushes herself upright and goes after her but she’s caught with a right hand, followed by a second, and a third! Molly stumbles back, but rushes forward again-- this time being caught flush with a European Uppercut that knocks her flat on her back! A pop ensues to the sheer physicality. Heather hesitates for a moment, but walks to the turnbuckles, ascending to the top as Molly pulls herself up to a knee.

Stephy Auger: Whatever Heather’s thinking, she’d better think faster.

Molly reaches her feet and Heather leaps from the top turnbuckle, snapping her to the mat with a Diving Hurricanrana! Quickly, Lasiewicz scrambles into the cover, hooking the far leg!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.

THRE-!

Molly throws a shoulder off the mat with emphasis! Heather rolls to her feet and rushes the ropes, rebounding to hit a second Sliding Forearm Smash but Molly Reid pushes herself up to her feet and leaps above Heather, smashing a knee into her sternum!

Kris Cruise: Quick, simple, effective! Cover by Molly Reid!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
Kickout!

Molly wastes no time pulling Heather up to her feet and Irish Whipping her into the corner. She follows up for a Clothesline but Heather gets her feet up! Molly catches both feet and swings them over the middle rope before leaping upright and nailing a stiff knee to the base of the skull! The audience grows loud, some with groans, some with cheers. Heather slumps, hanging upside-down from the middle rope. Reid backs into the corner and climbs up, seating herself on the top. As Heather tries to pull herself upright, still seated on the middle rope, Reid hooks her in a front facelock!

Kris Cruise: What in the hell could Molly Reid be--

Molly hoists Heather upright for a Suplex-- before leaping off of the turnbuckles, dropping Heather spine-first across the top turnbuckle! The audience explodes and Heather arches her back, mouth open in silent pain lied across the top rope! Molly rushes forward and delivers a Front Dropkick, sending Heather over the top rope and violently down to the apron before she rolls to the floor! Molly takes a deep breath and rolls out after her despite protests from the referee!

Stephy Auger: Molly is showing complete disregard for Heather’s wellbeing! I don’t know how I feel about this.

Kris Cruise: The two agreed to leave it all out here in the ring tonight. They want a classic. They want a memorable All-Star moment. But now I’m wondering how far they’re willing to go to get there!

The ref begins his ten-count as Molly hoists Heather up. She goes to hoist her upright, but perhaps out of desperation, Lasiewicz hits a kneeling Jawbreaker. Molly stumbles back, but retaliates with a flurry of fists and kicks to the kneeling Lasiewicz! The audience grows louder, but groans in sympathy as a kick takes Heather back to the ground. Molly lifts her upright and slides her into the ring, breaking the ref’s count at five. She rolls Heather onto her back and hooks the near leg!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
Kickout!

Molly hooks both legs, leaning deep into the cover.

ONE
.
.
.
.
Kickout!

”LET’S GO, HEATHER!” ”LET’S GO, MOLLY!”

”LET’S GO, HEATHER!” ”LET’S GO, MOLLY!”

”LET’S GO, HEATHER!” ”LET’S GO, MOLLY!”

Molly looks out at the raucous crowd and turns to Heather again, a look of determination etched on her face. Heather looks to be in agony as she climbs upright. Molly rushes forward for a Bicycle Kick-- but Heather side-steps, blasting Molly with a hook kick between the eyes! Heather shoots the ropes and rebounds for a Lariat… and Molly ducks!

Stephy Auger: She swings… and she misses wildly! Nowhere close!

Heater springboards off of the middle rope and performs what appears to be a Moonsault-- but she seamlessly catches Reid with a Diving Reverse DDT upon landing! The audience roars in approval and Heather hooks the far leg, grapevining the near one!

Kris Cruise: Caught her that time, Stephy! Every Rose Has Its Thorn! Cover!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THRRRRE--!

Kris Cruise: Barely! Molly Reid barely gets her right shoulder off the canvas!

Stephy Auger: Heather needs to keep up the pressure here!

Heather uses the ropes to pull herself up. Molly reaches a knee and Heather sprints forward, diving low to hit a hard European Uppercut! Molly slams into the canvas and Heather shoots the ropes while Reid stands up with support from the ropes on the opposite side! A second European Uppercut staggers Reid! Heather shoots the ropes again and comes back for a third European Uppercut! Molly is knocked into a seated position on the middle rope! Heather repeats-- coming back for a fourth European Uppercut to a roar from the crowd! Molly is knocked through the ropes, straight to the floor in front of the announce table! The ref tells Heather to stand back as he administers his ten-count.


”ONE!”


“TWO!”


“THREE!”


“FOUR!”


Heather steps back… and rolls out of the ring behind the ref! As Reid stands upright, the crowd unleashes a famous wind-up “OooooOOOOOOOHH!” as Heather sprints around the ring and smashes into Reid with a European Uppercut! Reid is knocked off of her feet, sailing back-first into the steel steps, disconnecting the two halves! Chants of ”HOLY SHIT!” follow and the dazed, shaken Reid rolls away from the wreckage. Heather Lasiewicz slides into the ring, just briefly, interrupting the ref’s count. Reid uses the announce table to pull herself upright.

Kris Cruise: Uh-oh.

Stephy Auger: Don’t bring that over here! Our poor table!

Kris Cruise: I’m gonna move.

We hear fumbling off-camera from the announce team. Another wind-up ”OoooooOOOOOOHH!” follows as Heather sprints at Reid, knocking her over the announce table with a European Uppercut! Reid flips head-over-heels over the announce table, into one of the empty chairs behind it.

Kris Cruise: Heather Lasiewicz is making absolutely sure that Molly Reid stays d-- OH MY GOD!

Heather sprints and dives over the commentary table, smashing into Reid with a stiff European Uppercut as she rises from the chair! Reid is knocked over the ring barricade, landing at the feet of those in the front row! The atmosphere is chaotic and a ”HEATHER!” chant overtakes the audience! Heather glances back at the commentary table. The ref has exited the ring, trying to urge both women back inside instead of bothering to count. Heather stands up on one of the heavy leather commentary chairs, reaching into the crowd to pull Reid up in a front facelock! The crowd comes to their feet as Heather pulls Reid up onto the barricade and hooks her for a Suplex!

Kris Cruise: You’ve got to be kidding!

...however Reid dives over Heather and nails a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, sending Lasiewicz spine-first across the top of the commentary table! The table doesn’t break but Heather rolls off, slumping to the ground below! ”HOLY SHIT!” chants echo throughout the arena again and Molly lies across the top of the table in exhaustion.

Stephy Auger: We’re starring in a snuff film right now, Cruise.

Kris Cruise: Molly countered a Suplex attempt into a Sunset Flip Powerbomb and she caught every single bit of that, driving Heather’s back right into our table!

Stephy Auger: Heather might’ve dislocated Molly’s jaw with all those European Uppercuts.

Molly indeed favors her jaw, clearly in pain as she drops down from the table. She rolls Heather Lasiewicz into the ring, groggily following after her, hooking the near leg while the audience counts along!

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


Stephy Auger: Oh, she has a pulse!

Reid, a hand still on her jaw, stands up and pulls Heather up by the arm, Irish Whipping her into the turnbuckles. Molly hunches over, groaning for a moment before she runs forward, drilling Heather with a Back Elbow! Reid steps out of the corner and runs back for a second, but Lasiewicz side-steps, driving Reid face-first into the middle turnbuckle with a modified, improvised Reverse STO!

Kris Cruise: Leg Sweep into the corner! Reid might be out!

Heather pulls Molly’s face off of the turnbuckle, throwing her to the ground, rolling over her with a jackknife pin!

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

Reid kicks out and the audience responds with applause. Heather sits upright, clearly dazed as she backs into the ropes, using them to climb back to her feet. Reid sits upright, but Heather nails a sharp kick to the side of her head! Reid cries out, holding her jaw and Heather backs up, rushing forward for a knee strike-- but Reid ducks beneath it, hooking Heather for a Schoolboy… but Heather rolls through, up to her feet. Reid scrambles up to hers as well, only for Heather to nail a kneeling Facebuster-- and transition into the Triangle Choke aka the Blues Brothers! Dueling chants of ”TAP!” and ”NO!” ring throughout the Staples Center. Molly pushes herself up with her palms but Heather wrenches the Triangle Choke!

Kris Cruise: Heather’s Triangle Choke is locked in perfectly! Molly’s in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go!

Molly tries to drag herself and Heather toward the ropes, sticking her feet out for the bottom, but Heather wrenches the hold even more, angling herself, trying to force Molly’s feet away from the ropes.

Kris Cruise: Molly has nearly half a foot in height on Lasiewicz and we might be seeing it come into play here!

Molly continues trying to turn herself, finally reaching a knee. She pushes herself forward, pinning Heather’s shoulder to the mat!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
Left without a choice Heather breaks the Triangle Choke, but swings herself around and to a seated position, hooking a side headlock! She forces herself and Molly upright, nailing a hard Russian Leg Sweep to take Molly back down! Heather takes a breath and looks around at the Staples Center which grows deafening around her. She leans down, sitting Molly upright-- and applies the inverted facelock!

Stephy Auger: She’s going for it!

Kris Cruise: Twój Najgorszy Dzień!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, that!

However, Molly Reid fights it, sending hard overhead kicks to the head of Heather Lasiewicz! After the third strike, Heather is forced to release, falling backwards into the ropes. Molly rises to her feet, spinning around toward Heather-- and catches a hard forearm flush to the jaw! Molly reels… and blasts Heather with a Molly Kick!

Stephy Auger: MOLLY KICK! I CAN PRONOUNCE THAT!

The audience roars and both women collapse to the canvas! Molly Reid still holds her jaw, dazed in the center of the ring while Lasiewicz lies on her back motionless a few feet away. Molly spots her after nearly ten seconds and finally begins crawling, hooking the near leg! The ref makes the count!

ONE
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
THREE-NO!

Ref: Two! Her foot’s on the rope!

Molly Reid looks at Heather’s foot, shoulders slumping. She shakes her head, pushing herself up and walks to the corner. Molly looks back at Heather, shaking her head again. She ascends to the top turnbuckle, perched there for a moment…

...before leaping off with a Corkscrew Moonsault! The audience erupts!

Kris Cruise: Knees!

A groan echoes throughout the Staples Center as Reid connects with the knees of Heather Lasiewicz! Gasping for air, Molly stumbles to her feet and into the corner. She turns back to Heather, moving toward her with an outstretched hand-- but Heather hops upright, blasting Reid with a Rolling Wheel Kick! Reid goes stiff and falls back to the canvas! Heather rolls out to the apron, pulling herself up with the ropes before climbing the turnbuckles! Once again, the entire arena seems to come to their feet as Heather shakily stands upright on the top turnbuckle! She leaps off for what seems to be a 450 Splash with a corkscrew, slamming down across the ribcage of Molly Reid!

Kris Cruise: Spiral Tap!

The audience counts along emphatically with the referee as Heather leans back, hooking both legs!

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

Molly shoots a shoulder off of the canvas and another deafening shout erupts through the arena. Heather slowly sits upright, mouth slightly agape as she looks at the ref who kneels down to check on both women-- though he reassures Heather that the count was “two.”

Stephy Auger: I have no idea. Don’t even look over here, Kris.

Kris Cruise: Heather is looking to end this now!

Lasiewicz finally looks visibly frustrated, standing up and pulling Molly up to her knees by the arm. She delivers a hard forearm shot to Molly’s jaw! Molly reels and Heather nails a second! Molly climbs to her knees, glaring at Heather, but she eats a third and fourth forearm, and finally Heather nails a European Uppercut! Molly’s head snaps back and Heather pulls her forward, jumping upright and bringing her jaw-first across her knee with a Facebreaker! Stunned, Molly remains hunched over and Lasiewicz hooks her for a DDT… but Molly counters with a hard desperation headbutt! A thud! is audible from the impact, but Lasiewicz doesn’t go down! Molly takes a step back… and blasts Lasiewicz with a Molly Kick! Molly falls to her knees, but Heather Lasiewicz reels, refusing to go down!

Stephy Auger: Are you seeing this, Cruise?!

With a yell, Molly races to her feet and sprints to the ropes, rebounding, rushing back at Lasiewicz with a Spear, drilling her to the canvas!

Kris Cruise: The Aaron Donald!

Reid hooks both legs and the audience counts along with the ref!

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

The bell sounds and “The Greatest” hits the PA system while Reid remains slumped on top of Lasiewicz.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… MOLLLYYYY REEEEEIIID!

Stephy Auger: Basically snuff. It was basically snuff.

Kris Cruise: These women definitely put their bodies on the line for this. Molly’s clearly suffered some type of damage to her jaw here and Heather Lasiewicz’ entire body has to be throbbing.

The audience gives the pair a standing ovation as the ref finally manages to raise Molly’s arm, helping her to her feet! Molly leans against the ropes, looking at Heather, nodding lightly. She kneels down beside Heather, saying something that the cameras can’t pick up before she rolls from the ring.

Stephy Auger: What’d she say, Cruise?!

Kris Cruise: Because I’m clearly sitting closer than you. In any event, these two Grapplers have just put on a phenomenal contest and Heather Lasiewicz has just solidified herself as a legitimate performer in the eyes of these fan even in defeat! Listen to the Staples Center!

Lasiewicz receives thunderous applause for her efforts, sitting upright, catching her breath in the center of the ring. She nods just a bit, gazing up at Molly Reid as Molly backs up the ramp. She gives Heather a long, hard look before disappearing to the back. We fade to black.