Vertigo (07.16.17)

[FGA Office]

The cameras cut backstage where Noelle Smith is leaving her locker area, she pauses to double check the laces on her boots and while she has her foot up on a bench Spencer Burke approaches rapidly with a microphone in hand. He waves to make sure she sees him as she drops her foot and straightens up with a bright smile.

Spencer Burke: Noelle, glad I caught up with you - do you have time for a few questions?

She smiles again and nods, Spencer after all has always been fairly respectful with her. He brings the microphone up and begins.

Spencer Burke: There’s a lot going on in FGA right now, from the Dynamic Duos Tag Tournament, the upcoming Draft, now that the matter between you and Evan Envi...

Noelle Smith: Harrison.

Spencer Burke: Uh… okay, Evan Harrison is settled, what are you looking forward to the most?

Noelle blinks but then she grins just a little bit.

Noelle Smith: Well tonight I’m looking forward to kneecapping Ricky Valero.

She holds up her hand at Spencer’s slightly shocked look.

Noelle Smith: Not literally Spencer. I feel good, I feel recovered fully from that match that Evan and I had - and anyone looking at what we did, they understand what I’m capable of. That was when I was pushed to the ends of endurance, four years of having verbal trash slung at me by his minions while he gloated about it and glared at anyone that tried to support me like Sean Sands and Kerry Windsor. Ricky? He doesn’t push me like that, despite what he’s said on Twitter.

Spencer Burke: That sounds like you’re dangerously close to underestimating…

Noelle Smith: Except that I’m not. Being honest, I’ve watched his matches whether he’s ever seen one of mine or not. He’s been around the block, he’s good enough to have trained some decent wrestlers on top of his own schedule. He’s held more championships than me, in more places than I’ve ever been. To deny that he can actually wrestle is foolish as fu… as anything, Spencer and I’m not that girl.

Spencer Burke: So you’re saying that he’s not gotten under your skin then?

Noelle Smith: It’s a match, Spencer. He’s going to do whatever it takes …

Voice: And here I thought we were friends, Spence.

A male voice interjects, and into the picture steps Ricky Valero with a smug grin on his face. He stands next to Spencer Burke and wraps an arm around his neck. The FGA interviewer, meanwhile, is less than thrilled to be sharing the same airspace as the former FGA World Tag Team Champion.

Spencer Burke: We have never been friends, Ricky.

Ricky shrugs off Spencer’s attitude with a chuckle.

Ricky Valero: Really? I’m hurt! Why is it you made time to talk to…

He eyes Noelle up and down with a look of utter disgust.

Ricky Valero: …this, but I didn’t see any time reserved to talk to “The Franchise” himself?

Ricky scoffs at Spencer before finally turning his attention to the woman whose spotlight he just walked into. He shakes his head at his opponent of the evening, biting his tongue while he mulls over his words.

Ricky Valero: I appreciate the recognition for all that I’ve accomplished, both here in FGA and around the globe. But there’s one thing you got wrong, toots...you are underestimating me. Just by being here tonight, putting on your flashy little wrestling gear and planning on going out to that ring, you’re underestimating me. An intelligent person who had any clue what they were getting themselves into would not be here tonight. You’d certainly have no plans of even attempting to share the ring with me. Yet here you are...live and in color, ready, willing and able to get your ass handed to you without a care in the world? Foolish isn’t the appropriate words to describe you, love. You’re an imbecile.

He moves in closer, standing toe to toe with his foe. That trademark smirk adorns his wicked mug.

Ricky Valero: Common sense tells you not to get in the ring with a god. Deep down inside, you know better. But you think you have something to prove...and you think you’re going to do so at my expense? I can’t help you now. Tonight, you’re entering my domain and I will take no mercy on someone as stubborn as you’ve chosen to be.

Noelle makes brief eye contact with Spencer who smartly steps back. She tilts her head to the left just a touch before she steps in Ricky’s personal bubble and stands on the toes of his boots so she can look him in the eye.

Noelle Smith: Oh honey. You’ve got zero idea how stubborn I can be, and that’s fine. Frankly? I could warn you but that’s really not very nice because in the process I’d have to make threats and threats are for people that can’t back up what they say.

She steps back, crossing her arms over her chest.

Noelle Smith: Or are you going to disagree just to be… disagreeable?

Ricky is silent, tongue in cheek, and blatantly agitated with a scowl on his face.

Ricky Valero: Just do me a favor. Okay? Save your trash for Twitter - God have mercy on the poor souls that have to lay eyes on the smut you share. I want a real challenge tonight. If you think you can bring it, I’ll see you in the ring. It’s game time, sweetheart…

Without another word, Ricky shoves Spencer aside and exits the picture. Noelle’s eyes narrow but she turns and pats Spencer on the shoulder before she storms off camera to head to the curtain area.

[FGA Office]

James Edwards vs. Macy Dover

Anyway we up in this motherfucker,
Security fucking with me, telling me to stop standing on the goddamn 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: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from National City, California! She is “The Bulldover” MACYYYYY DOOOOOVERRRR!!!

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

Kris Cruise: Macy Dover’s coming off a tough loss at All-Star Showdown. Not only did she lose in her home state, but she lost her 15 Championship to Terrence Tillman!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and word going around the back is that she’s PO’d over not getting the title shot here tonight.

The house lights go down, and the arena stays black during the garbled opening guitar rift, then, "Okay." Strobe lights move with the easy beat of the song. James appears at the top of the ramp with the hood on his ring jacket up. He takes a few moments survey everything before him. The hood goes down with the opening lyrics.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Lexington, Kentucky! Weighing in at 204 pounds! He is “The Burning Heart” JAAAAAAMES EEEDWAAAARRRDSSSS!!!

Moving with the meandering pace of the music, his eyes never leave the ring. He laps the squared circle, slides under the bottom ropes, and bows martial arts style to all four corners before settling into his own.

Kris Cruise: Speaking of tough losses, James Edwards seems to be taking his loss to Mark Storm pretty hard from All-Star Showdown. Of course, it didn’t help matters when the likes of Ricky Valero and his flunkies are rubbing his loss in his face.

Stephy Auger: Edwards should be careful of who he gives lip to around here. Last I checked, that was three on one. Edwards could have easily been jumped if Valero gave the go ahead. He should count his lucky stars and thank Valero personally for sparing him.

Kris Cruise: I highly doubt that happens. Edwards didn’t back down from Valero even when he was outnumbered. I doubt you’ll see Edwards apologize to the likes of Valero.

The bell sounds as Edwards and Dover lock up. After jockeying for position, Dover wins the test of strength battle as she shoves Edwards back a few steps. Edwards then cranks his neck before heading back over and locking up with Dover. After jockeying for position, Edwards places Dover in a side headlock. But Dover quickly lifts him up and delivers a belly to back suplex. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Edwards kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Quick pin attempt there by Dover.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, she wants to get this match over and done with so she can get to more pressing matters. Like getting her title back! What did Susan Kent do to deserve that shot anyway? Dover was the 15 Champion for months and this is how she gets treated!?

Kris Cruise: Need I remind you that the championship was deactivated all that time? Need I remind you that Dover was in no rush to give Tillman a championship and made him jump through hoops?

Stephy Auger: You mean she made him earn his title shot? Oh wow, the NERVE of her! Give me a break!

Dover picks up Edwards and nails him with a punch to the face before sending him into the ropes. When Edwards returns, the crowd boos when Dover knocks him down with a running lariat. She heads back over and makes the cover.

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Edwards kicks out.

Dover picks up Edwards, moves him into the ropes and nails him with an elbow smash across the chin. She then takes Edwards and whips him into the far ropes. When Edwards returns, Dover throws out another lariat. But this time, Edwards ducks and heads into the ropes. When Edwards returns, he throws Dover down with a running STO. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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Dover kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Edwards with the momentum shift after that running STO. Let’s see if he can keep it up...

Edwards picks up Dover and locks her in a cravat. The ref asks Dover if she wants to give up. When Dover refuses to quit, Edwards brings her down with a cravat snapmare before running into the ropes. When Edwards returns, he motions for The Violent Gospel (running PK). But Dover wisely rolls out of the way and slips to the outside.

Kris Cruise: Wooooah, she almost got caught there!

Stephy Auger: Thank God she didn’t! He was looking to send her head up into the cheap seats!

Edwards keeps his eyes on The Bulldover as she circles the ring. Once the referee’s count reaches seven, she begins to make her way up the steps before entering through the ropes. The two grapples circle the ring before heading towards the center of the squared circle for a lock up. But instead of engaging in a collar-and-elbow, Dover nails him with a boot to the midsection. After a series of clubbing strikes across the back, Dover grabs Edwards, runs and tosses him through the ropes and onto the apron. While The Burning Heart pulls himself up, Dover takes off into the far ropes. When Dover returns, the crowd cheers when Edwards cuts her off with a springboard forearm. He makes the cover.

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Dover kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Dover was looking to send Edwards flying off the apron. But Edwards did take flight… and knocked her down with that forearm!

Edwards picks up Dover, moves her into the corner and unleashes a ballistic combination of rights and lefts to the midsection, followed by a uppercut that rocks his opponent. He then takes The Bulldover by the arm and goes for an irish whip. But Dover drops down to a knee before turning and reversing, sending Edwards crashing into the turnbuckles. Dover charges across the ring and into the corner. But Edwards knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. After stumbling back, Dover shakes off the blow before charging back into the corner. This time, Edwards knocks her back with a boot to the face. The Burning Heart then rushes from out of the corner and knocks Dover down with a running forearm smash. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Dover kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Edwards has a good handle on this match now, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: I’m not concerned. The Bulldover can turn this thing around.

Edwards picks up Dover, moves her into the ropes and delivers alternating knee strikes to the midsection. After rocking Dover with a hard elbow smash across the face, Edwards brings Dover towards the center of the ring and scoops her up across his shoulders. But before Edwards can deliver a move, Dover nails him with four elbows to the side of the head. She then slips down from behind before shoving Edwards onto the ropes. When Edwards returns, Dover throws out a running bicycle kick. But Edwards catches her foot. After swinging Dover’s leg away from him, Edwards slaps on Night Comes To The Cumberlands (sleeper choke).

Kris Cruise: He’s got the submission locked on!

Edwards cinches in the hold as Dover tries to fight out of the submission. She tries to pull Edwards’ arm from around her neck. But it’s to no avail. After leaning forward, Dover lifts Edwards up across her back before jumping back and crashing onto the canvas, breaking the hold to boos from the crowd. While Edwards clutches the back of his head, Dover rolls over before crawling towards the ropes. The Bulldover then uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. She then turns around, leans against the ropes and waves up The Burning Heart. As soon as Edwards gets to his feet and turns around, the crowd boos when Dover nearly takes his head off with a running bicycle kick. She makes the cover.

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Edwards gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: What a boot that was from the Bulldover. But it only gets a count of two! We are here tonight from the Save Mart Center here in Fresno, California and this capacity crowd is trying to rally behind The Burning Heart.

Stephy Auger: They can cheer and stomp their feet all they want. But Edwards has to fight his way out of this, not them.

Dover picks up Edwards and goes for a vertical suplex. But Edwards blocks the hold. After tightening her grip, Dover goes for another vertical suplex. But again, Edwards blocks the move. He then counters with a snap suplex. After both grapplers slowly turn over and return to a vertical base, Edwards quickly grabs a hold of Dover and throws her down with a Sambo Suplex. He makes the cover.

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Dover gets her shoulder up.

Edwards picks up Dover and goes for an irish whip. But Dover reverses, sending Edwards into the ropes. When Edwards returns Dover sets up for a back body drop. So Edwards stops, hooks both of her arms and counters with a butterfly suplex. He makes the cover.

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Dover gets her shoulder up.

Edwards picks up Dover and goes for an irish whip. But Dover reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Edwards returns, Dover connects with a battering ram to the chest, sending Edwards stumbling back into the ropes. Dover then rushes over to send Edwards to the outside. But Edwards ducks and dumps Dover over the top rope. When Dover lands safely on the apron, Edwards rushes into the corner and connects with a springboard enzuigiri. While Dover is dazed, Edwards grabs her and brings her back into the ring with a vertical suplex. After stepping out onto the apron, Edwards scales to the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a diving headbutt. The cheers continue as Edwards brings Dover back to her feet and connects with two consecutive spinning backfists, completing the Double Tap. While Dover is dazed, Edwards turns and runs into the ropes. When he returns, he knocks Dover down with the Pole Shift (rebound wheel kick). After bringing Dover back to her feet, Edwards grabs her from behind, turns her around and connects with the Second Gospel (wristlock transitioning into a short-arm bicycle high knee). After Dover collapses to a seated position, Edwards turns and runs into the ropes. When Edwards returns, the crowd cheers when he flattens Dover with The Violent Gospel. He drops down and makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “My Name is Human” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, JAMES EDWARDS!

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

Kris Cruise: Edwards bounces back from his series with mark Storm and picks up the win here tonight over the former 15 Champion. She already wasn’t happy about getting the next title shot. She’s really not going to be thrilled about this.

Stephy Auger: Try not to see too happy about it, Cruise!

[FGA Office]

15 CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Terrence Tillman vs. Susan Kent

Susan appears on the stage and uses her hand to fans the crowd, she walks to the ring shaking hands with the fans, she climbs the ropes from the outside and waves to the fans, then climbs down into her corner and waits for her opponent.

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 Wichita, Kansas… SUUUUUSAAAAN KENT!!!

Kris Cruise: Up next is our first of two championship matches as Susan Kent challenges Terrence Tillman for the 15 Championship! Kent defeated Hércules Cortez at All-Star Showdown after he spent the past couple of months undefeated. Can Kent ride that wave of momentum into a title win here tonight?

Stephy Auger: Kent spent nearly six months in the heart of Hollywood when she was in 3GW. She couldn’t get her hands on the 15 Championship then. I doubt she does now.

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: And her opponent, from Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at 230 pounds! He is the reigning… defending… FGA 15 Champion, “Terrific” TERREEEENCE TIIIILLMAAAANNNN!!!

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: Terrence Tillman finally recaptured the 15 Championship after it was unceremoniously stripped of him several months ago. As the new 15 Champion, he’s going to have a lot of challenger coming at him hard and fast. Tonight, he faces his first test...

Stephy Auger: But it SHOULD be Macy Dover!

The bell sounds as Tillman and Kent shake hands before circling the ring. The two competitors then lock up. Kent quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Tillman is able to shove Kent off of him and into the ropes. When Kent returns, Tillman knocks her down with a standing shoulder block. He then runs into another set of ropes as Kent gets back to her feet. When Tillman returns, Kent leapfrogs over him. Tillman then continues to run into the ropes. When Tillman returns, Kent goes for a hip toss. But Tillman blocks the move. So Kent goes for another hip toss. But again, Tillman blocks the move. He then quickly grabs a hold of Kent and reverses into an arm wrench. The ref asks Kent if she wants to give up. But she refuses. She then reaches over and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. The ref asks Triple T if he wants to give up. But the champion refuses. After running over towards the ropes, Tillman counters with a springboard arm drag.

As Kent gets back to her feet, Tillman runs over and connects with a dropsault, sending Kent stumbling back and slipping out onto the apron. While Tillman heads over and tries to attack, Kent ducks and doubles him over with a shoulder thrust through the ropes before hitting a sunset flip.

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Tillman kicks out.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Kent slaps on another side headlock. But again, Tillman shoves Kent off of him and into the ropes. When Kent returns, Tillman throws out a back elbow. But Kent ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kent comes back, she knocks the champ down with a crossbody.

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Tillman kicks out.

As Tillman gets back to his feet, Kent applies yet another side headlock. But after three elbows to the midsection, the hold is loosened. Tillman then takes advantage and reverses into a hammerlock. But Kent is able to reach back, grab Tillman with her free arm and deliver a jumping snapmare takedown. As Tillman rises to his feet, Kent rushes over and brings him back to the mat with a headscissors takedown. She makes the cover.

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Tillman kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for Susan Kent! She’s really going after it!

Stephy Auger: Why would she not!? It’s her first championship opportunity in FGA. Plus these matches have a 15 minute time limit. The clock is ticking. You’ve got to move fast in these matchups...

Kent picks up Tillman, moves him into the corner and delivers three knife edge chops. After an irish whip sends Tillman into the opposite corner, Kent runs across the ring, hops on Tillman and delivers a monkey flip. But Tillman is somehow able to land on his feet! He then runs into the ropes as Kent returns to her feet. When Tillman comes back, he knocks Kent down with a spinning heel kick. He makes the cover.

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Kent gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Tillman’s trademark athleticism was on display there when he landed on his feet after getting monkey flipped out of the corner! Unbelievable.

After picking up Kent and moving her into the corner, Tillman delivers a series of knife edge chops. He then takes Kent, delivers an irish whip and follows her into the opposite corner. But Kent knocks him back with a back elbow. While Tillman is shaken up from the blow, Kent turns from him, scales to the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault. But Tillman moves out of the way. Triple T is able to miss being hit with the moonsault. But instead of crashing onto the canvas, Kent lands safely on her feet. Tillman sees this, so he comes from out of the corner and throws out the Chin Checka (savate kick). But Kent catches his foot, swings his leg from her and brings him down from behind with an inverted headlock backbreaker. She makes the cover.

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Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Kent picks up Tillman and nails him with a hard left hook before going for an irish whip. But Tillman reverses, sending her into the ropes. When Kent returns, Tillman sets up for a back body drop. Kent sees it coming, so she counters with another sunset flip. But this time, Tillman rolls through it and counters with a low dropkick to the face. Tillman then brings Kent back to her feet and goes for a brainbuster. But Kent drops down to her knee to block the move. So Tillman squats down before deadlifting Kent off the canvas for a brainbuster. But before Tillman get deliver the move, Kent begins kicking her legs wildly. After she slips down from behind, she yanks Tillman down with a neckbreaker. Kent turns over and makes the cover.

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Tillman gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Yet another nearfall for Kent! She’s really showing me something in this match!

Stephy Auger: So is Tillman: that he’s scared of facing Dover!

Kent sits up Tillman before places him in a figure four necklock. The ref asks Tillman if he wants to give up. When Triple T refuses to give up, Kent squeezes tighter.

Kris Cruise: Kent’s got the submission applied with about eight minutes left in this contest.

The ref asks Tillman if he wants to give up. But once again, Tillman refuses. Triple T then slowly turns over onto his stomach before getting up on his knees. After grabbing a hold of Kent’s legs, Tillman slowly gets up on one foot… then the other. The crowd cheers as Tillman slowly stands up with Kent in an electric chair position. Before Tillman can deliver his next move, Kent gives him three punches to the head before spinning on his shoulders and delivering a hurricanrana. The move sends Tillman through the ropes and onto the apron. Tillman goes to pull himself up on the apron using the ropes. But Kent rushes over and connects with a spinning heel kick, knocking Tillman to the floor.

Kent waves up Tillman while he tries to pull himself up off the floor. She then turns and runs into the far ropes. When Kent returns, the crowd cheers as she leaps over the top rope and knocks Tillman down with a plancha.

Kris Cruise: The high risk pays off for the challenger!

Kent picks up Tillman and rolls him back inside. She then slides back in before making the cover.

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Tillman gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Kent picks up Tillman and whips him into the ropes. When Tillman returns, Kent doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before bringing him down with a sitout facebuster. As Tillman turns over onto his back, Kent runs towards the side of the ring, hops onto the middle ropes and flips back for a Lionsault. But she ends up crashing across Tillman’s knees.

Kris Cruise: Tillman got his knees up! He blocked the move!

Stephy Auger: This doesn’t look good for Kent.

As Kent turns over and gets up on one knee, Tillman runs over and connects with a Shining Black. The cheers continue as he makes the cover.

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Kent gets her shoulder up.

Tillman picks up Kent and whips her into the corner. He then runs, jumps and goes for a corner splash. But Kent moves out of the way, crashing into the corner. As Tillman stumbles back, Kent rolls him up with a school boy.

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Tillman kicks out.

After both grapplers return to their feet, Kent throws out another hard left hook. But Tillman ducks. He goes to follow up with a kick to the midsection. After Kent catches his foot, the crowd cheer when Tillman knocks her down with a dragonwhip. He makes the cover.

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TH-NO!

Kent gets her shoulder up.

Tillman picks up Kent and goes for an irish whip. But Kent reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Tillman returns, Kent sets up for a back body drop. But Tillman stops, stands her up with a knee lift and follows up with a discus elbow strike. Tillman brings Kent back to her feet before whipping her into the corner. He then runs, jumps and connects with a corner splash. He then takes Kent and whips her into the opposite corner. Triple T then runs, jumps and connects with another corner splash. After climbing up onto the middle rope, Tillman grabs Kent and plants her with a Tornado DDT. As Kent slowly picks herself up off the mat, Tillman runs over and knocks her down with the Terrific Kick (scissors kick). He pulls Kent over and makes the cover.

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Kent gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Close call there for the challenger!

Tillman picks up Kent and whips her back into the corner. Triple T rushes over into the corner, but Kent knocks him back with a boot to the face. She then rushes out of the corner to attack. But Tillman cuts her off with the Top Tier Takedown (leaping reverse STO), resulting in cheers from the crowd. After dragging Kent into position, Tillman steps out onto the apron, scales to the top turnbuckle, flips off and crashes down across her with the Skyfall (450 Splash). He hooks the far leg…

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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Forever” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner and STIIIIILL the FGA 15 Champion, TERRENCE TILLMAN!

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

Kris Cruise: Tillman picks up the win, having successfully defending his 15 Championship against Susan Kent! Who will be the next in line to try and take the title off the champion? I’m sure we’ll find out in the coming weeks! But coming up next, we’ve got Noelle Smith going one on one with Ricky Valero! Stay tuned!

[FGA Office]

"Murdered Out" by Kim Gordon suddenly blasts through the P.A. system. The crowd can be heard giving a bit of a mixed reaction to Page. Many might still be skeptical of his "new leaf" as ironic of a term that might be when it comes down to himself and Dom Harter. Page comes out dressed in a black T-shirt with the face of Lou Reed from his album cover "Transformer", faded jeans, and a pair of all black Chuck Taylor All-Stars. He looks out at the crowd, rubbing at the corners of his mouth. Page walks down to the ring, uncharacteristically slapping hands with a few teenagers out in the crowd before rolling into the ring. He asks for a microphone and a chair, places the chair in the middle of the ring, and then sits down. His music begins to die down, and the crowd in attendance continue the mixed atmosphere. Page twirls the microphone in his right hand. He contemplates, wondering how to address these people. They were against him, showing no restraint or filter when his name was even uttered. But that came with the reputation he had garnered for over three years. Page breaks from his thoughts, and then raises the mic to his mouth.

Jimmy Page: ...Y'know what, I don't blame you.

Page shakes his head, letting out a sigh from his nostrils.

Jimmy Page: Takes a lot to trust somebody. Trust is personal, it's an intimate experience. We trust our siblings, our spouses, our best friends--if you have any. Trust takes time, and I knew that from the very beginning. When I came back a few months back I knew people wouldn't take to me wanting to be a decent person. I felt it deep down, I knew people wouldn't want to hear the tired excuses; No amount of me telling you my life story would make you see me in a different light. I knew it was going to take time. My therapist, my AA meetings, they told me that admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it. And I took that to heart, I took the initiative and I'd stop hating myself and the people around me. Granted, I haven't beaten my demons yet, and I'm still battling my depression. This is a fight I know is going to take a toll on me. But you know what...? If it means I have the support of people like you...?

Page smirks a bit and shrugs.

Jimmy Page: I'm in good company.

The fans begin to cheer now, giving Jimmy a round of applause as he takes it in. It was a weird feeling, but from Jimmy's expression it was a humbling one. Jimmy clears his throat, sitting up a bit. He looks into the camera.

Jimmy Page: Now for some people, however, they have a funny way of showing they're trying to change. And I know you're back there Harter and I know you're listening to every word I say. So, let me cut to the chase and tell you that your ASS is MINE...!!!

Jimmy pauses for a moment as the crowd lets out a cheer.

Jimmy Page: See I won't blame these people for wanting to believe in you Harter. People want to believe in the good. They don't want to believe that Dom Harter is a megalomaniac who can sweet talk people into doing his dirty work. That's been your M.O. before I met you. The stories, the rumors, the way you TALK to people all point to a common consensus I and I'm sure MANY of the people here to tonight have come to: YOU'RE A PIECE OF CRAP!!!!

The fans cheer in agreement to Jimmy's conclusion of "The Tenacious Little Bastard".

Jimmy Page: But here's the thing, I understand it. I use to be a piece of gutter trash too. I get it,but you see I've come to terms with it. Some people might not forgive me, some might, but at the end of the day I have to face the fact that I've screwed up many of lives since I've been in FGA. What can you say Harter, huh? What can you say except trash catchphrases about turning over a "NEW LEAF" while profiting off of people will real problems like myself? What it gonna take?! If the things I did to you at All-Star Showdown is the only message you understand...

Page stands up and walks to the ropes, leaning on them with an intense glare.

Jimmy Page: I'LL GLADLY DO IT AGAIN! I'll beat YOU, REID, and your new little PET who I don't give a damn enough to even ACKNOWLEDGE by NAME. I'll beat anywhere you set foot, I do not care. All that matters is that I beat you for doing this to me and these people who even thought for a second that everything you did was in good faith. Because if there is one thing in the world I cannot stand it's a LIAR. Nobody lies "Harter" than Dom Harter, and to be apologetic about it calls for action. So here's what I'm gonna do: I'm going to continue to call you out on your crap. I will continue to expose you for what you are, and even if it costs me EVERYTHING you will make right by me and these people. You in debt to us and I speak for everyone when I say it's time someone collected...

Page crosses his arms over the top rope as he listens to the fans get behind him. He takes it in with a content expression. His eyes turn nonchalant as he shrugs.

Jimmy Page: So why not me...?

Page's music begins to play and he tosses the microphone over his left shoulder and climbs out. The fans cheer him as he walks up the ramp and towards the back.

[FGA Office]

Dom Harter: Damn, that looks good on you...

He says as Jae fastens up the bandana around her lower face; it's red with her initials on it, just like the rest of The New Murder have. As Dom and Fenrys showed earlier in the evening. The two of them are standing in their locker room as they finish preparing themselves for the main event later tonight.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Who knew you had good fashion sense?

Harter looks down at his leather jacket with the studded shoulders, his black pants, and 'New Murder' t-shirt (available from Irish Whip Clothing!) before looking back up at Jaelynn with confusion etched on his face.

Dom Harter: I always look great.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Of course you do...

She says as she pulls the bandana down from in front of her mouth, before getting up on her tiptoes to give Dom a quick kiss on the lips. He chuckles afterwards.

Dom Harter: Now say it with less condescension in your voice.

Jaelynn Ramsey: I can't...

She says, with a shit-eating grin.

Molly Reid: Guys, look who I found!

The voice sounds out from the doorway as Molly and Mercy enter the locker room with their arms wrapped around Spencer Burke's shoulder. The interviewer looks less than enthused, which is understandable given the events of All Star Showdown. Dom and Jae both turn to welcome the trio as they walk Spencer in the maw of The New Murder.

Dom Harter: Spencer, my old friend. What brings you to our neck of the woods?

Spencer Burke: They did...

He points to Mercy and Molly, who smirk as they shrug their shoulders. He's technically correct.

Mercy Williams: He's not wrong.

Dom Harter: Great. Because I was starting to think you'd come to try and get in my face like you did at All Star Showdown ... or is that not on the agenda anymore?

Spencer Burke: I think wh--

Harter pinches Spencer's lips shut, stopping him from talking, before he turns to Jaelynn.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Come on, Spencer, you don't want to harp on about Jimmy Page do you? We've got a main event against the FGA World Tag Team Champions, Pedro Gonzales, and Maritza Diaz coming up. My name listed on the Main Event?

Gush.

Molly Reid: Or we could talk about my victory over Heather Lasiewicz at All Star Showdown. We haven't talked about that enough!

Dom Harter: Both good subjects. But I think Spencer would like to stick to something light, right? He's not wondering why we formed, why we took down Jimmy Page. He doesn't even want to know who's next, and what we have planned. Because if there's anything Spencer Burke likes it's surprises, amirite?

But Spencer doesn't get a chance to talk as Molly talks again.

Molly Reid: Is that true, Spencer? I never knew that, although I guess I shouldn't be surprised by your love of surprises. In any case, we'll keep it a secret, what we're gonna do in the main event. That way you can enjoy it just as much as everyone else! You'll have no idea what's gonna happen.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Or even if we're leaving Pedro for Dom to have his fun with.

She smirks again, drawing the ire of The Tenacious Little Bastard.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Don't worry, we will. Because tonight is important for us all; we made our statement of intent at All Star Showdown, and we've got people rising to stand against us.

Dom Harter: We'll deal with them in due time though. But Jae's right - as always! Because Jimmy Page can talk about smashing my jaw in with his elbow, or caving in my skull. But he can't get to me. Gather your troops, Jimmy, rethink your tactics. Because right now, you don't want to get in a land battle with me.

Harter pounds his own chest before continuing.

Dom Harter: Who's going to try and take down Mercy Williams now that she's finally arrived in FGA?! Australia's greatest export since Hugh Jackman...

Mercy Williams: He must've rewatched Logan recently.

Molly Reid: He's watched it like ten times...

Dom Harter: Yes I did! And after Flashpoint, Flavia Rocha can try and make her name off Jae's back. Especially since one of them is main eventing Vertigo, and the other is stuck facing a developmental wrestler--

Pause. Dom shrugs.

Dom Harter: --bygones! But tonight? This main event? The New Murder aren't walking away without that win. The New Murder aren't leaving Fresno without every single fan in this building, every single fan watching at home, knowing exactly what we're capable of. And you've seen what Fenrys can do.

Mercy Williams: Just wait and see, Spencer.

Molly Reid: 'Cause now it's our turn.

Jaelynn Ramsey: So get the f#ck out of our way!

She says as the four of them head out of the locker room, leaving Spencer alone and bewildered as the show heads back to ringside.

[FGA Office]

Noelle Smith vs. Ricky Valero

“Amazing” by Kanye West hits, lifting the fans to their feet in a fit of rage. White and pink strobe lights start to flash throughout the arena. Ricky Valero emerges from the back amidst a cloud of fog. With that trademark smirk stretched across his face, he scans the arena with hubris. He puts his legs together, extends his arms outward, throws his head back and basks in the building’s negative energy.

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, hailing from Staten Island, New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds… RICKY VALEEEEROOOOOO!

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

Kris Cruise: Are you disappointed in Thy Kingdom Come after what happened at All-Star Showdown, Stephy?

Stephy Auger: No. I’m disappointed in Bristow & Barnes for putting Ricky in a situation like that. Hopefully they’ve taken some time away to think about their actions or lack thereof at the biggest show of the year!

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, hailing from Orlando, Florida, she is NOOOEELLLLE SMIIIIIIIIIIIITH!

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

Kris Cruise: And here’s the woman that went toe-to-toe with your Chief in an instant classic, Stephy. We saw the two leave it all in the ring, but it was Smith that finally, after months of torment got the pinfall victory over Evan Envi.

Stephy Auger: I felt trolled, Cruise! I feel trolled every time she comes out here!

She does an athletic somersault forward to take her half down the ramp and then rushes the ring, using her hands to push her up onto the apron as she slides under the bottom rope and pops up, giggling and blowing kisses to the fans, winking at the referee. She turns to throw her hand up to the ring announcers as usual-- but Noelle is clocked with a corkscrew roundhouse knee to the face from Valero! The music stops abruptly as Noelle rolls across the mat!

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Kris Cruise: The hell was that?!

Stephy Auger: Hahahaha, DREAM STREET!

Valero yells for the referee to ring the bell! He tries to rush at the motionless Noelle Smith, but the enraged ref pushes him back before turning to check on Noelle. The crowd immediately hurls chants of ”YOU SUCK!” in Ricky Valero’s direction.

Kris Cruise: The hell was that?!

Stephy Auger: Noelle did it to herself! Have you SEEN her on social media these past few weeks? She had a mouth!

Valero climbs to the second turnbuckle, grinning out into the audience while applauding himself as the ref continues to look over the stirring Noelle Smith. She manages to push herself to a seated position in the corner, holding her eye. Valero jumps down from the ropes and screams for the ref to declare him the winner! Noelle shakes her head and uses the ropes to begin to pull herself up.

Kris Cruise: I think Noelle’s gonna try to go on anyway. I don’t entirely agree with it. If I were her, I would at least try to buy another minute or two…

Stephy Auger: She’s about to get beaten by her own pride!

Looking conflicted, the referee finally turns and calls for the bell as Noelle insists that she’s fine.

DING! DING! DING!

Kris Cruise: And here we--!

Valero rushes across the ring as Noelle moves out of the corner, hitting an elbow, knocking her back into the turnbuckles! He shoots the ropes and follows up with a Forearm Smash, driving her into the corner! Valero yanks her out and the corner and drives her face-first to the canvas with a Short-Arm Drop Toehold! He pushes himself up and cries out as he leaps into the air, driving a knee down into the spine of Smith!

Stephy Auger: He’s like a man possessed! Praise this work ethic!

Kris Cruise: Cover by Valero!

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Noelle Smith throws a shoulder off the canvas and immediately begins to push herself upright. Valero is on top of her, hitting Smith with a series of clubbing blows to the upper-back, sending her back down to her knees. He eyes the turnbuckle and hoists Noelle up for a Powerbomb! Valero charges the corner-- but Noelle flips over him, landing perfectly on her feet behind Valero! He turns around, right into a vicious Spin Kick to the jaw! The audience roars as the sound resonates through the arena! Valero falls through the ropes in a daze and Noelle sinks to a knee… but Valero immediately slides right back into the ring, leveling Smith a Shining Wizard!

Kris Cruise: Oh my God!

Stephy Auger: Shining Wizard and another cover!

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THRRR--!

Smith kicks out again and Valero falls back, holding his head from the spin kick. Shaking out the cobwebs, Valero uses the ropes to pull himself up. He hoists Noelle up by her hair and Irish Whips her into the corner of the ring before following up, looking for another corner forearm smash…

...but Noelle explode out of the corner with a Running Front Dropkick directly to the face of Valero! Valero flips violently head-over-heels from the impact and Noelle scrambles over to him, stacking him up on his shoulders for a pin!

Stephy Auger: She just tried to decapitate him!

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THRRRE--!

Kris Cruise: Noelle Smith was a millisecond away from a win there!

Valero rolls to the ropes, sliding an arm around the bottom as Noelle pushes herself up and moves toward him. The referee motions for her to stay back… but Noelle turns and shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring, returning with a Baseball Slide that sends Valero under the bottom rope and down to the floor!

Stephy Auger: DESPICABLE!

Valero pulls himself up using the apron and looks prepared to dive into the ring again-- but Noelle meets him with a low Front Dropkick to his face as he goes to enter! Ricky staggers back into the barricade, eyes wide as he glares up at Smith. Noelle backs into the center of the ring and yells for him to come back inside. Valero lowers his hand, revealing a busted lower lip. He paces on the outside of the ring, catching his breath as he looks at Noelle, seeming to shift between smirking and seething. The ref begins to administer his ten count.

”ONE!”


“TWO!”


“THREE!”


“FOUR!”

Kris Cruise: Valero doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to get back in there, does he?

Stephy Auger: He’s an ever-evolving, ever-thinking man.

”FIVE!”


“SIX!”


“SEVEN!


“EIGHT!”

Valero finally slides into the ring-- but just as quickly, squirms out, chuckling as Noelle races toward him. Ricky waves her off, but without any type of hesitation, Noelle grabs a hold of the top rope and launches herself over for a Vaulting Cross Body, taking Valero to the ground! A roar surges through the audience and Noelle delivers a kick to the ribcage of Valero for good measure as she stands up before using all of her strength to force him to his feet, sliding him into the ring beneath the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Finally, this thing makes it back into the ring, and Noelle Smith is in control!

Valero scrambles to his feet inside the ring as Noelle enters, but instead of rushing in, she stops short. The two circle each other for a moment before Valero strikes first, reaching out and nailing a strike to the eye for the second time during the match! The ref scolds him but Valero has already moved in, nailing Noelle with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Noelle is back up quickly, this time she’s hooked for a Fisherman’s Suplex and driven to the canvas! She cries out in agony and Valero holds the position for a pin!

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Kickout!

There is a deafening roar as Noelle forcefully throws herself out of the pin and onto her stomach.

Kris Cruise: And a kickout at one, to send a message to Valero!

Stephy Auger: She can showboat and send all the ‘’messages’ she wants to. It won’t make a difference!

Valero rolls his eyes at the referee and forces Noelle up by her hair again, ignoring a warning. He hooks her for a second Fisherman’s Suplex, but Noelle fights out of it with a series of elbows to Valero’s shoulder and then the back of his neck once he sinks to a knee! Noelle takes a step back and blasts Valero with a standing Big Boot to the jaw. The shot sends him up to his feet and back against the ropes. He rebounds, going for a forearm, but Noelle is able to duck and hit a roundhouse kick to the back of his head! Valero goes completely limp, sinking to his knees. Noelle rushes past him and rebounds, hitting a fierce Running Dropkick, knocking him onto his back!

Kris Cruise: The lights are out for Valero! Cover!

Noelle hooks the far leg and grapevines the near one!

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THRRRE--!

Stephy Auger: Admire the resilience of Ricky Valero! Talk about the endurance he’s gotta have to kick out of that!

Kris Cruise: Kudos to both of these competitors for this performance.

Noelle sits on her knees, trying to think of what to do next as she breathes heavily. She rolls out to the apron and pulls herself up while she waits for Valero to reach his feet. Wiping blood off of his mouth, Valero stands up. Noelle leaps onto the top rope and sails through the air for a Springboard Knee Strike-- but Valero catches her on his shoulders! His legs quiver from the momentum but he regains his feet and charges forward, launching Noelle into the corner with a Turnbuckle Powerbomb! Noelle staggers out of the corner with her mouth open in a silent “O” of pain. Valero spins her around and nails the PinnaclePlex! Noelle is folded up from the move and Valero quickly makes the pin!

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THHRRRE-!

Kris Cruise: Noelle gets the shoulder up!

Valero looks at the referee in utter shock. He spits blood out onto the canvas and stands up, getting into the face of the official. After a heated exchange, Valero turns around and forces Noelle upright. He grabs her by the hair and rushes the ropes, launching her over the top to a chorus of boos from Fresno.

Kris Cruise: Look at Noelle!

Valero goes back to arguing with the referee, but another camera shows that Noelle has grabbed onto the top rope to prevent her fall! She swings her legs back onto the apron and stands upright, although groaning as she clutches her back. Valero turns around-- right into a Springboard Knee Strike! The shot knocks him to his back and Noelle covers the far leg!

Kris Cruise: Got him that time!

Stephy Auger: Ricky, NO!

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THR--!

Ricky Valero throws the shoulder up to a groan from the audience. Noelle sits up, taking a deep breath to consider the situation. She looks up to the turnbuckles and pushes herself to her feet, moving to the ropes again. There is a mixed reaction as many fans see Valero already stirring on the mat. Noelle steps out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle…

...only for Valero to scramble to his feet and rush the corner! He leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle, first nailing a right hand to the same right eye he’d struck twice before! Smith reels and Valero hits her with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex from the top! Noelle rolls across the ring from the impact and Valero lands rough on his back, writhing in pain. The ref checks on both downed Grapplers while the audience comes alive in ovation for the action.

Stephy Auger: Noelle got cocky and wanted to hit that Beauty Mark for the win but Valero had it scouted. He just has to crawl over and make the cover, Cruise.

A rhythmic clap begins as the audience tries to will Noelle Smith back into the match. Valero comes to life first, shooting a look of disgust at the masses. He pulls himself upright in the middle of the ring and shakes his head as he spots Noelle. He goes to drag her to the middle of the ring-- but Noelle pulls him into an Inside Cradle! The ref drops down to make the count!

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Valero pops out at the last moment, rolling away with a look of horror on his face.

Kris Cruise: Valero almost got caught and he knows it!

Valero dives on top of Noelle, hammering her with vicious forearms to the neck and shoulders while she covers up her head. Boos resonate through the audience again and Valero finally relents after a warning from the ref, seconds later. He backs away, hands up… but rushes in again, dropping to his knees and hammering Noelle with clubbing blows to the upper-body. Again, the ref warns him back. Valero backs away, hands up… and rushes in again, leaping into the air for a Leg Drop to the back of the neck! And then a second! A third! A fourth! A fifth! Noelle rolls onto her back, coughing for air and Valero leaps up, hitting a sixth Leg Drop, this one across her sternum. Valero rolls to his feet, spitting blood out into the air before screaming down at Noelle!

Stephy Auger: Leg Drops of Jupiter! Each one finding their mark! Hurry up, Ricky! Capitalize!

Ricky kneels down beside Noelle, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she looks at him behind glassy eyes. Ricky says something that the cameras can’t quite pick up before he forces her to her feet and rushes her across the ring, driving Smith face-first into the top turnbuckle! Smith cries out, grabbing at her eye as she hits the canvas. Valero stands in the corner, smirking out at the audience as Noelle rolls to the center of the ring. He turns, pointing both fingers at the disoriented Smith as she rises.

Kris Cruise: Bad intentions here by Ricky Valero…

Ricky rushes forward and goes for the Step-Up Enzuigiri, but Noelle ducks! Ricky spins and lands awkwardly on the mat! In frustration, he pushes himself to his feet but--

Kris Cruise: GOOD LORD!

Noelle Smith delivers a violent, stiff right hand to Valero’s mouth!

Stephy Auger: It was like a gunshot!

Valero drops upon impact and the audience roars! Noelle’s eye is beginning to swell, but the satisfaction is still evident as she massages her fist, looking down at Valero. Abruptly, she seems to snap back to reality and steps through the ropes to the apron, gingerly climbing to the top turnbuckle while the Fresno crowd comes to their feet. Mouth now smeared with blood, Valero pushes himself to a knee, searching the ring for Noelle. He rises upright and finally turns, spotting her as she sails through the air and whips his head around for the Jawbreaker from the top!

Stephy Auger: AHHH!

Kris Cruise: Beauty Mark! Valero’s out!

Noelle rolls into the cover, hooking the far leg while the audience counts along with the ref!

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THREE!

The bell sounds and “Lose My Breath” hits the PA as an exhausted Noelle rolls off of Ricky Valero.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner… NOOOELLLLLLLE SMIIIIIITH!

Noelle reaches her knees and the referee raises her hand. She nods as he asks her something. After a long gaze over her shoulder at the unmoving Ricky Valero, Noelle rolls out of the ring, leaning against the barricade outside to celebrate with the fans.

Kris Cruise: Hell of an effort by Ricky Valero but at the end Noelle Smith is keeping this wave of momentum rolling. Stephy, do you have anything to say?

Stephy Auger: No.

Kris Cruise: Well. The world is anxious to see where Noelle Smith lands next time we see her on Vertigo. Where does Ricky Valero go from here?

Ricky pushes himself up onto an elbow, finally aware of what happened. He wipes the blood from his mouth, seething. The camera fades to black on his face.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

FGA MID-ATLANTIC LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP
(c) Sadie San Francisco vs. AMIRA

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.

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.

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California… AAAAMIIIIIRAAAA!!!

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: Up next is our second of two championship matches here tonight. AMIRA is looking to regain the Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship...

Stephy Auger: The Magnificent AMIRA Legacy Champion!

Kris Cruise: … here tonight against new champion, Sadie San Francisco.

Stephy Auger: This match shouldn’t even be taking place. If it wasn’t for that welshie Lowri Moss, AMIRA wouldn’t have been forced to compete against six other opponents at All-Star Showdown.

Kris Cruise: You know, AMIRA sure does a lot of finger pointing. But it’s interesting that’ she never points the finger at the one person who is truly to blame for all of this: herself!

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 loud pop resonates among the audience! Sadie San Francisco steps out onto the stage, a hint of a smile crossing her face as she looks over the Fresno, California crowd for the second time of the evening. The camera pans down a bit as Sadie unzips her black hooded jacket, revealing the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship around her waist. She makes her way past the camera and down the ramp, allowing us to see that the back of the jacket reads CAMP ENVI SADIE.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from The West Side! She is the reigning… defending… FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Champion, SAAAAADIIEEEEE SAAAAAN FRAAAAANCIIISSSSCOOOOO!!!

Sadie pauses in front of the ring and looks out into the crowd before making her way toward the side of the ring that faces the hard camera. Sadie pulls herself up onto the apron and rises to her feet, removing her title as she faces the crowd, looking up at it as she raises it high above her head with both arms to a massive pop. She takes a deep breath as she lowers it back onto her shoulder, stepping through the ropes and immediately setting her gaze on AMIRA.

Kris Cruise: Here’s new champion Sadie San Francisco, who pulled down the champion after shoving NEON off the ladder and sending her crashing through a ladder!

Stephy Auger: After everything that Evan Envi did for her… after all the times that NEON tried to bring the best out of her, this is how she repays them? By leaving Envi high and dry and leaving NEON for dead? The nerve of her! Camp Envi should have been the best thing since sliced bread. Now it’s all over thanks to Selfish San Francisco!

Sadie removes her jacket, tossing it to the timekeeper's table while she ascends the turnbuckles, raising the championship above her head once more while casting a look over her shoulder, back at AMIRA the entire time. Finally, Sadie climbs down, pacing along the ropes as her music fades.

The bell sounds as Sadie and AMIRA circle the ring before locking up. After jockeying for position, the new champion gains the advantage with a side headlock. Sadie begins wrenching in the hold while AMIRA groans in discomfort. The ref goes over and asks AMIRA if she wants to give up. But the former champion refuses. She then takes Sadie and goes to shove her off into the ropes. But Sadie doesn’t budge. The champion continues to cinch in the hold, causing AMIRA to groan. After a shot to the ribs, AMIRA takes Sadie and moves her back into the ropes. She then runs before trying to shove Sadie off into the ropes. But Sadie keeps the hold locked on while she drops down to a knee. The ref checks back in with the former champ and asks if she wants to give up. But again, AMIRA refuses. After AMIRA battles back to her feet, Sadie sends her down to the canvas with a side headlock takeover. AMIRA is able to reverse into a headscissors. But Sadie ends up quickly escaping with a kip up. After AMIRA scrambles back to a vertical base, Sadie slaps on another side headlock, AMIRA then grabs Sadie, lifts her up and delivers a belly to back suplex, breaking the hold.

Before AMIRA can even get off the mat, Sadie quickly reaches over and slaps on another side headlock. AMIRA responds by kicking the mat out of frustration.

Kris Cruise: Sadie will not let go of the pesky AMIRA!

The ref checks in with AMIRA and asks her if she wants to give up. But again, AMIRA refuses. After battling back to her feet, she nails Sadie with three shots to the ribs before shoving her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, AMIRA throws her down with a hip toss. When Sadie gets back to her feet and turns around, AMIRA throws her back down with an arm drag. Sadie gets back up, only to get thrown back down by another arm drag. As the champion returns to a vertical base, the boos continue as AMIRA executes an overflow arm drag, sending the champ rolling to the outside. As Sadie gathers her bearings, AMIRA runs towards the side of the ring, slingshots herself out onto the apron, runs across the apron and flattens Sadie with a shoot kick as soon as she turns around. The crowd boos while Sadie tries to shake out the cobwebs on the floor.

Stephy Auger: I would say I hoped Sadie got some sense kicked back into her. But it’s far too late now.

Once AMIRA gets back in the ring, she crouches down as she waits for her opponent to get into position, When Sadie goes to pull herself up using the edge of the apron, AMIRA turns and runs into the ropes. When the challenger returns, the crowd cheers when champion slides back in and cuts her off with a left forearm strike to the face. She drops down and makes the cover.

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Sadie picks up AMIRA, moves her into the corner and delivers three left-handed knife edge chops. She then takes the former champion and goes for an irish whip. But AMIRA reverses. She then goes to follow Sadie across the ring and into the corner. But instead of crashing into the turnbuckles, Sadie reaches out and slams on the brakes when she grabs a hold of the top ropes. As AMIRA quickly approaches from behind, the champion greets her with a back elbow to the face. Sadie then turns around, heads towards AMIRA and knocks her down with a running high knee. She makes the cover.

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AMIRA kicks out.

Sadie picks up the challenger and applies a front facelock before delivering sharp elbows to the back of the neck. AMIRA is able to fight through the pain and move Sadie into the ropes, where the ref enforces a five count.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

As soon as Sadie lets go, the crowd boos when AMIRA nails her with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection. While Sadie is double over, AMIRA steps out onto the apron, pulls Sadie through the ropes and nails her with a knee strike flurry before capping off the attack with a scissors kick. After Sadie crumbles to the canvas, AMIRA rolls back in and makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA rocked Sadie with those hard knees on the apron.

Stephy Auger: Look at her now. She can’t even get back to her feet. Before Camp Envi would be right there to will her on. But not anymore Not after she stabbed them both in the back!

AMIRA picks up Sadie, moves into the corner and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Sadie around, AMIRA delivers a series of knife edge chops to the face. After bringing Sadie to the mat after a snapmare, AMIRA delivers a boot scrape. She then reaches down, picks up Sadie and moves her back into the corner before slamming her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Sadie back around, AMIRA delivers a jumping toe kick combo before following up with a jumping spin kick. She then takes Sadie and whips her into the opposite corner. The former champion charges across the ring. But Sadie meets her with a back elbow that knocks her back. AMIRA runs back into the corner. This time, Sadie nails her with a boot to the face that knocks her back. After shaking off the blow, AMIRA charges back into the corner. This time, the crowd cheers when Sadie counters with a snap powerslam into the turnbuckles. But instead of letting AMIRA drop to the floor, Sadie holds her against the turnbuckles and ties her up in the Tree of Woe. From there, Sadie delivers repeated stomps to the jaw until AMIRA falls out of the corner. She then pulls up AMIRA from behind before delivering a Saito Suplex. She makes the cover.

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AMIRA gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: The champion now starting to fight back, Stephy.

Sadie picks up AMIRA, lifts her up and holds her in place before delivering a single knee facebuster. She makes the cover.

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T-NO!

AMIRA gets her shoulder up.

Sadie picks up AMIRA before quickly delivering a sitout jawbreaker. She makes the cover.

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T-NO!

AMIRA gets her shoulder up.

Sadie picks up AMIRA, grabs her from behind and goes for a German Suplex. But AMIRA blocks with a back elbow to the face. After shaking off the blow, Sadie goes for another German Suplex. But again, AMIRA blocks it with another back elbow to the face. AMIRA nails her with three more back elbows before performing a standing switch, grabbing Sadie from behind and flinging her through the ropes and to the floor. As Sadie gets up on the outside, AMIRA runs into the far ropes. When AMIRA returns, the crowd boos when she brings Sadie down with a baseball slide into a headscissors takeover.

As Sadie tries to pick herself back up, AMIRA turns and runs back into the far ropes. When AMIRA comes back, she hurls herself through the ropes and sends Sadie tumbling to the floor with an elbow suicida.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA wiped out Sadie wit the flying elbow through the ropes!

Stephy Auger: Look at her, Cruise! She’s out of it! She’s lost out there without The Chief!

AMIRA picks up Sadie and nails her with a spinning elbow strike, sending Sadie stumbling against into the side of the ring. AMIRA grabs the champion from behind and pushes her back into the ring. The challenger picks up Sadie and whips her into the corner. AMIRA then runs across the ring and connects with a rolling koppu kick, sending Sadie crumbling from out of the corner. She makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her foot on the bottom rope.

Kris Cruise: Sadie got caught with that rolling kick right to the face. But she still got her shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: BARELY! You can see the championship slowly slipping out of Sadie’s undeserving fingers!

AMIRA brings Sadie back to her feet, grabs her by the hair with both hands and repeatedly rams the back of her head against the top turnbuckle. She then climbs up onto the middle ropes, places Sadie in an inverted front facelock and follows up with an inverted Tornado DDT. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

AMIRA brings Sadie back to her feet and whips her into the ropes. When Sadie returns, AMIRA swings around Sadie and applies a sleeper hold.

Kris Cruise: AMIRA’s got the sleeper locked on!

The crowd boos as Sadie flails her arms around. AMIRA can be seen trying to cinch in the hold. The ref asks Sadie if she wants to give up. But the champion refuses. She then reaches up and tries to pull AMIRA’s arm from around her neck. But it’s to no avail. Sadie then grabs AMIRA by the arm and lunges forward, sending AMIRA flying down to the canvas. As AMIRA gets back to her feet, Sadie rushes over to attack. But AMIRA knocks her down with a reverse side kick. She makes the cover.

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Sadie gets her shoulder up.

AMIRA brings Sadie back to her feet and nails her with a flurry of elbow strikes. She then takes several steps back before running forward and connecting with a front dropkick, sending Sadie flying into the turnbuckles. After Sadie slumps down in the corner, she reaches up and slowly pulls herself back to a vertical base using the ropes. AMIRA rushes into the corner to attack, but Sadie knocks her back with a boot to the face. Sadie runs from out of the corner and throws out a clothesline. But AMIRA ducks and runs into the ropes. When Sadie turns around, AMIRA goes for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takeover. But Sadie blocks and counters with an angled sidewalk slam.

Kris Cruise: What a counter by the champion! She just dumped AMIRA on the back of her head!

As AMIRA turns over and tries to pick herself up off the mat, Sadie rushes over, hops up and brings her down with a fameasser. He then brings AMIRA back to her feet, grabs a hold of her and delivers the Vaticanplex (rolling double fisherman suplexes).

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THR-NO!

The crowd sighs, then boos when AMIRA gets her shoulder up.

Sadie picks up AMIRA and whips her into the ropes. When AMIRA returns, Saide sets up for a back body drop. But AMIRA counters with a kick to the right shoulder. As Sadie stands up and clutches her arm, AMIRA turns and runs back into the ropes. When AMIRA returns, the crowd cheers when Sadie clocks her with the Palo Alto (running corkscrew roundhouse knee strike). As AMIRA tries to shake out the cobwebs, Sadie steps out onto the apron before scaling to the top turnbuckle. Once AMIRA returns to her feet and turns around, Sadie leaps off and knocks her down with a diving knee strike. After picking up AMIRA from behind, the crowd cheers when Sadie hooks her arms from behind, turns and drives her down with Vanity (Unprettier). She turns AMIRA over and makes the cover.

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THREE!

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

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

The cheers continue as Sadie raises her title in the air.

Kris Cruise: Sadie San Francisco successfully defends her championship against the former champion, AMIRA!

Stephy Auger: Don’t get too excited, Cruise. It won’t last for long. Sadie won’t last for long! Not without Camp Envi she won’t!

[FGA Office]

MAIN EVENT
8-Man Tag Team Match
The New Murder
vs.
Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad, Pedro Gonzales, Maritza Diaz

“BUENO CLUB! POR-R-R-R-R-R-R VIDA!”

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is your main event of the evening! Introducing team number one! First, from Mexico City, Mexico! Weighing in at 115 pounds! He is “Mexico City’s Favorite Son” PEDRRRRRROOOOO GOOOOOONZAAAALESSSSSS!!!

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his partner, from Miami, Florida! She is “The Power Princess” MARRRRRITZZZZAAAAA DIIIIIIAAAAAZZZZ!!!

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

...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 their partners, making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of 332 pounds! They are the reigning… defending… FGA World Tag Team Champions… the POLYCHROMATIC LION ATTACK SQUAAAAAD!!!

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: At Patriot Games, the Polychromatic Lion Attack Squad will be defending their World Tag Team Titles against their partners here tonight, Pedro Gonzales and Maritza Diaz. You have to wonder how these two teams will coexist given what’s at stake in a few weeks?

Stephy Auger: They better get on the same page because if they don’t, this won’t be a long match at all.

I THINK YOU’VE GOT A LOW SELF OPINION MAN
I SEE YOU STANDING ALL BY YOURSELF

The opening chords of “Low Self Opinion” begin to play throughout the arena as the some of crowd begin to boo heavily. After ten seconds or so, Jaelynn Ramsey, Mercy Williams, and Molly Reid all step out from behind the curtain first. The trio are wearing the bandanas they were seen sporting earlier in the night as the smoke machines seem to be working overtime tonight, filling the area around the floor as they form an arrow shape.

J.A. Aldridge: And their opponents, the team of JAELYNN RAMSEY, MERCY WILLIAMS, MOLLY REID and DOM HARTER ... THE NEW MURDER!

Dom Harter steps out from behind the curtain and throws his arms out to either side, the ever familiar crooked grin plastered on his face as he's surrounded by his fellow crows. The New Murder begin to stride down the aisle in single file with Harter bringing up the rear, their faces all covered by the bandanas as they all climb up the ring steps. Dom sits on the middle rope, lowering it enough for the others to enter the ring before him; each of Jaelynn, Molly, and Mercy strike a pose on the turnbuckles as Dom remains standing in the center of the ring. He removes his leather jacket and bandana, before the others follow suit. The music begins to die down and the lights return to normal as The New Murder prepare for action.

Stephy Auger: Look! The gang’s all here!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, they’re all here, alright! This is the same group of thugs that left Jimmy Page a mangled mess at the end of All-Star Showdown!

Stephy Auger: Oh don’t tell me that you’re having sympathy for Jimmy Page!

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page is far from an angel! He’s done his own fair share of heinous attacks! But what happened at All-Star Showdown was uncalled for!

The bell sounds as Peaches and Mercy Williams look to start things off for their respective squads. That is, until Jaelynn Ramsey gets Williams’ attention and calls for the tag.

Kris Cruise: What is this?

When Williams points over to her, Ramsey nods her head. So The Emerald Jewel makes her way into the New Murder corner and tags Ramsey in. The crowd boos as Ramsey gets in the ring before pointing over at Peaches.

Kris Cruise: These two are no strangers to each other.

Stephy Auger: Oh yeah! There’s definitely no love lost here.

Ramsey and Peaches continue to jawjack while circling the ring. They then stop, march towards the center of the ring and lock up. After jockeying for position, Ramsey moves Peaches across the ring and towards the New Murder corner. The crowd gasps as they see Peaches about to be trapped in the corner. But at the last second, Peaches switches positions with Ramsey and shoves her into the corner. Peaches wisely heads back towards the center of the ring. Ramsey can be seen looking at Peaches with a smirk on her face.

Kris Cruise: Good call there by Peaches to get the heck out of dodge. There’s no telling what those other three vultures on the apron would have done to her.

Stephy Auger: They’re not vultures, they’re crows.

Ramsey makes her way out of the corner and begins circling the ring. The two rivals slowly make their way towards each other and lock up. After jockeying for position, Peaches places Ramsey in a side headlock. Ramsey groans in discomfort as Peaches really wrenches on the hold. The ref asks if she wants to give up. But Ramsey reverses before shoving Peaches off into the ropes. When Peaches returns, the crowd cheers when she runs Ramsey over with a running shoulder block. She then runs into another set of ropes as Ramsey gets back to her feet. When Peaches returns, she knocks Ramsey down with another running shoulder block. Peaches turns and runs into another set of ropes as Ramsey gets back up. When Peaches comes back, Ramsey leapfrogs over her. As soon as Ramsey lands on her feet and turns around, the crowd cheers as she gets caught with a dropkick. Ramsey gets back to her feet, only to get knocked back down by a second dropkick. Peaches goes for a third dropkick. But Ramsey slips out of the way as Peaches whiffs on the kick.

Stephy Auger: She went to the well one too many times there. Though I’m not surprised. Peaches isn’t exactly known for her intelligence.

As Peaches gets back to her feet, she gets caught with a boot to the midsection. After several clubbing strikes across the back, Ramsey takes Peaches, runs and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. From there, Williams heads over and stomps away on Peaches to boos from the crowd. After being scolded by the referee, Williams puts her arms up and steps away from one half of the Tag Champs. Ramsey can be seen making her way over to the ropes before pulling Peaches back up. After grabbing a hold of her rival, Ramsey goes for a vertical suplex back into the ring. But Peaches is able to slip down from behind before following up with an O’Connor Roll.

Kris Cruise: Peaches slips down! She’s got Ramsey rolled up!

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Ramsey kicks out.

The force from the kickout sends Peaches into the ropes, where Williams nails her with a knee to the face. The boos continue as Peaches stumbles back over towards Ramsey, who knocks her down from behind with a crooked arm lariat. She then drops down, pushes Peaches over and makes the cover.

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Peaches kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Williams once again got herself involved in this contest even though she wasn't the legal man.

Stephy Auger: Oh boo hoo! If the shoe was on the other foot, you wouldn’t be complaining.

Ramsey picks up Peaches and places her against the ropes. After hooking Peaches arms around the top rope, Ramsey nails her with three throat throats before choking her with both hands. The ref then gives Ramsey until a count of five to release the choke.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Ramsey reluctantly lets go. She then turns Peaches around, places her in a headlock and rakes her face along the top rope. After Peaches stumbling into an unoccupied corner, Ramsey nails her with a kidney punch before turning Peaches around. After a hard slap across the face, she takes Peaches and whips her into the opposite corner. Ramsey then runs into the corner to attack, but Peaches knocks her back with a back elbow to the face. Ramsey then runs back into the corner. This time, Peaches catches her with a boot to the face. Ramsey runs over towards the corner. But Peaches runs from out of the corner and cuts her off with a running butt bump. She then drops down and makes the cover.

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Ramsey kicks out.

Peaches picks up Ramsey, wrenches the arm, drags her over towards the corner and tags in Dan Herrera.

The crowd cheers as The Bossman steps through the ropes. But before he can get his hands on Ramsey, she yanks herself away from Peaches and staggers across the ring. After she regains her footing, she heads into the corner and tags in Molly Reid.

Kris Cruise: Ramsey didn’t want any parts of Reid, Stephy!

Stephy Auger: But she wasn’t scared. If Peaches was going to tag out, then it was wise of her to tag out to one of her fresher partners as well.

Kris Cruise: If that’s what you want to believe… Anyways, here comes Molly Reid. Hey, have you heard that she defeated Heather Lasiewicz at All-Star Showdown? Hey Stephy, have you heard that she defeated Heather at the Pay Per View? I think Molly Reid really, really, really wants people to know that she defeated Mrs. Lasiewicz nearly four weeks ago.

Stephy Auger: As she should! Everyone else is drooling over Chandler Scott and Felicity Banks! What about her!? What about Molly!?

Kris Cruise: What about her? She sold her soul to join Dom Harter and the rest of his flunkies.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Cruise. You’re just as clueless as everyone else is. You guys have no idea why she did what she did.

Kris Cruise: It’s been four weeks. Does she need another four weeks to get her story straight?

Stephy Auger: Ooooo, I can’t wait to tell her all the trash you’re talking!

The two circle the ring before locking up. Reid quickly gains the advantage with a side headlock. But Herrera is quick to shove Reid off of him and into the ropes. When Reid returns, she slides through Herrera’s legs. When Herrera turns around, Reid unleashes a flurry of punches, kicks, knees and elbows.

Stephy Auger: Molly Reid’s proving that she’s way too fast for Old Man Herrera!

After the flurry of strikes, Reid takes Herrera and whips him into the corner. She then charges over to attack. But Herrera ducks and dumps her over the top rope. After Reid lands safely on the apron, she doubles him over with a shoulder thrust as soon as he turns around. As Herrera stumbles back, Reid knocks him down with a springboard front dropkick. The boos continue as she makes the cover.

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Herrera kicks out.

Reid picks up Herrera and locks on another side headlock. But once again, Herrera shoves Reid off of him and into the ropes. When Reid returns, Herrera throws out a lariat. But Reid ducks and runs into the ropes. When Reid returns, Herrera goes for a back elbow. But again, Reid ducks and runs into the ropes. When Reid returns, the crowd cheers when he throws her down wit a belly to belly suplex.

Kris Cruise: Well that’s one way to stop her! Herrera makes the cover...

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Reid kicks out.

Herrera brings Reid into the corner and lights up her chest with knife edge chops. After bringing Reid from out of the corner, Herrera shoots her into the far ropes. When Reid returns, he sets up for a back body drop. But Reid counters with a kick to the shoulder that stands him up. She then turns and runs back into the ropes. When Reid returns, Herrera goes to cut her off with a lariat. Reid ducks and floats over across his back and tries to bring him down with a crucifix. But Herrera counters with a Samoan Drop. The cheers continue as he reaches back and hooks the near leg.

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Reid reverses with a grounded crucifix pin.

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Herrera kicks out.

After both grapplers scramble to get back to their feet, Reid throws out a kick to the midsection. As soon as Herrera catches her foot, she follows up with an enzuigiri, sending one half of the Tag Champs down to the canvas. The boos continue as Reid taunts Herrera and waves at him to get up. As soon as Herrera pushes himself up on all fours, he gets knocked down by an axe kick across the back of the head. She then drops down, pulls him over and makes the cover.

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TWO!
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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Mr. How Shiny Is My Head nearly got the back of his head split right open, Cruise!

Kris Cruise: That was one hell of a kick, I can tell you that!

Reid picks up Herrera, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle before tagging Williams back in.

The crowd boos as Williams hops through the ropes and nails Herrera with a series of shoulder thrusts to the midsection. She then steps back and chokes Herrera with her foot while the boos continue.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Williams let’s go… only to choke him again with her foot to even louder boos.

Kris Cruise: Mercy Williams is showing absolutely no mercy on Dan Herrera!

Stephy Auger: As she shouldn’t!

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Williams lets go. She then gets Herrera couple of playful slaps across the face before Herrera answers back with a right hand, knocking Williams back. Williams marches back over into the corner and connects with a European Uppercut. Herrera responds with a forearm shiver, knocking Williams back. Herrera then turns and shoves Ramsey off the canvas before nailing Reid with a back elbow to the face. But before Herrera can turn around, Williams connects with a bicycle kick to the back of the head, collapsing Herrera to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: Herrera tries to fight his way out of that corner. But the numbers game was just too strong.

The boos continue as Williams makes the cover.

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Herrera gets his shoulder up.

Williams picks up Herrera and whips him into the ropes. When The Bossman returns, Williams connects with a running back elbow. But it only knocks him back. So The Emerald Jewel turns and runs into the far ropes. When she comes back, she throws out a clothesline. But again, it only knocks Herrera back. Frustrated, Williams turns and charges into the far ropes. When Williams returns, Herrera turns her inside out with a lariat. After picking up Williams and whipping her into the corner, Herrera runs over and connects with another lariat before tagging in Maritza Diaz.

The crowd cheers as The Power Princess gets in the ring.

Kris Cruise: Here comes Maritza Diaz!

Stephy Auger: Well, well, if it isn’t Chiquita Banana!

Kris Cruise: Stop it!

Diaz gets in, grabs her fellow LDFC/3GW alum and delivers a series of knees to the midsection from the clinch. After a hard European Uppercut that rocks The Emerald Jewel, Diaz brings Williams from out of the corner and goes for an irish whip. But Williams reverses, sending Diaz into the ropes, where she gets knees in the back by Harter. The crowd boos the blatant cheating by The Tenacious Little Bastard. After feeling the pain from the blow, Diaz turns back around and goes after Harter. But Harter hops down off the apron. While Diaz is still fuming, Williams quickly runs up from behind and rolls her up with a schoolboy.

ONE!
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Williams grabs the tights!
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TWO!
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THRE-NO!

Diaz kicks out!

Stephy Auger: Williams nearly got the win!

Kris Cruise: She nearly STOLE the win!

Stephy Auger: Eh, to-may-to, to-mah-to…

Kris Cruise: Oh stop it.

Stephy Auger: Hey, don’t get mad at me because Diaz’s Latin temper nearly cost her the match.

Kris Cruise: WILL YOU STOP!?!?

After both grapplers scramble back to a vertical base, Williams throws out another bicycle kick. This time, her foot gets caught by Diaz. The Power Princess wags her finger at Williams before swinging the leg away from her and grabbing her from behind. Diaz goes for a belly to back suplex. But Williams rolls over her shoulder, lands on her feet and shoves Diaz into the ropes. When Diaz returns, Williams sets up for a back body drop. So Diaz stops, grabs a hold of her and lifts her up. The crowd cheers as Diaz keeps her held in the air. The members of The New Murder can be heard shouting at Diaz to put Williams down. So Diaz obliges… by falling back and delivering a vertical suplex. Williams sits up and howls in pain before Diaz shoves her back down and makes the cover.

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Williams gets her shoulder up.

Diaz picks up Williams, wrenches her arm and tags in Pedro Gonzales.

Kris Cruise: Here comes Mexico City’s Favorite Son

Stephy Auger: If that little pipsqueak is Mexico City’s Favorite Son, then that says a lot about that city!

Gonzales repeatedly wrenches the arm before transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks Williams if she wants to give up. When she refuses, Gonzales spins her around and plants her with a Devil Lock DDT. He makes the cover.

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Williams gets her shoulder up.

Gonzales picks up Williams and goes for an irish whip. But Williams reverses, sending Gonzales into the ropes. When Gonzales returns, he delivers a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, sending Williams tumbling down to the canvas. Williams gets back up, only to get caught by a running dropkick. Williams gets back up, only to be given a running hurricanrana that’s ending her tumbling to the canvas and to the floor.

After Harter and Ramsey hop down from the apron to check on Williams, Gonzales circles the ring and claps. The crowd quickly taken their cue and joins in with the clapping.

Stephy Auger: What is this loudmouth setting up for?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know. But it looks like he could have three targets!

As Harter and Ramsey help up Williams, Gonzales takes off into the far ropes. When Gonzales returns, he gets blindsided by a springboard forearm forearm!

Kris Cruise: Reid with a flying forearm from out of nowhere!

Stephy Auger: AH HA HA!

After Williams rolls back inside, she gets back to her feet and tags in the Tenacious Little Bastard. The crowd erupts with boos as the Head Crow steps through the ropes and salivates at the sight of a downed Gonzales.

Kris Cruise: Look at Harter! Look at the look in that man’s eyes! He can’t wait to pounce on poor Pedro!

Stephy Auger: Pedro Gonzales has been running his mouth for months. Months! Now, he’s about to get it! This couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy!

Harter begins to circle Gonzales has Gonzales slowly sits up and tries to shake out the cobwebs. When Gonzales finally comes to Harter knocks him down with a stomp to the face. Gonzales goes to sit up off the canvas. But he’s met with another hard stomp to the face. After turning over onto his back, Gonzales tries to get up on all fours. But a punt kick to the ribs quickly drops him back down into the prone position. Gonzales coughs loudly as he pushes himself up on all fours. But he doesn’t stay there for long after Harter flattens him with a jumping stomp to the back. He then reaches down, grabs Gonzales by the hair and pulls him up onto his knees. After trash talking the Tag Title contender, Harter wallops him with a punch to the side of the head, knocking him down. He then reaches down, grabs Gonzales by the back of the neck and yanks him up to his feet. The crowd cheers as Gonzales behind fighting back with elbow to the midsection. He then goes to run into the ropes. But Harter reaches out, grabs him by the back of the tights, yanks him back over towards him and drives his knee right into the small of the back, crumbling Gonzales to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: He’s enjoying this! Dom Harter is enjoying every second of this!

Stephy Auger: As he should! I would enjoy kicking the crap out of Gonzales, too!

Harter picks up Gonzales and nearly splits his nose open with a headbutt, sending Gonzales stumbling back into the ropes. Williams and Ramsey while grabbing a hold of Gonzales’ ar and keep him held in place for Harter, who begins to stalk his prey. Just as Harter’s about to attack, Gonzales kicks him in the midsection. He then nails Harter with another kick… and another kick… and anoth-NO Harter catches the foot! After motioning for his fellow Crows to let go, Harter drags Gonzales towards the center of the ring. He then yanks Gonzales over to him before knocking him down with a clothesline. The crowd boos as Harter reaches down, grabs Gonzales by the wrist, yanks him up and then turns him inside out with a short-arm clothesline! PLAS can be seen cringing on the apron while Diaz slaps the top turnbuckle out of frustration. Harter takes a look around and takes in the large negative reaction.

Kris Cruise: This Fresno crowd is really letting Harter have it! Four weeks ago, every fan in here would have been screaming at the top of their lungs. They still are now. But let me tell you, it’s not out of support!

Stephy Auger: Aw, and I’m sure he really, really cares. NOT!

Harter reaches down, picks up Gonzales, lifts him up and throws him down with a sitout spinebuster.

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TWO!
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TH-NO!

Gonzales gets his shoulder up.

Harter shakes his head as he pulls Gonzales back to his feet. He then lifts Gonzales up across his shoulders before planting him with a Samoan Driver. He makes the cover.

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TWO!
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THR-NO!

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

Harter grabs Gonzales by the hair and slowly pulls him back to his feet. After setting Gonzales up for a piledriver, Gonzales quickly yanks Harter down with a standing double leg takedown and flips over into a jackknife pin.

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Harter bridges up, turns over and knees Goznales repeatedly in the midsection. Each knee lifts Gonzales about three inches off the mat. He then takes Gonzales and whips him into the far ropes. When Gonzales returns, Harter goes to take his head off with a lariat. But Gonzales rolls underneath it. When Harter turns around, Gonzales catches him with an uppercut to the jaw, then an elbow to the face, then a roundhouse kick to the arm, followed by a legsweep and a Shooting Star Press!

Kris Cruise: Gonzales with the Sadistic Combo! Then a standing SSP for good measure!

Stephy Auger: NO NO NO NO NO!

After bouncing off of Harter, Gonzales rolls over onto his stomach. As he pushes himself up off the mat, he looks over and sees his three teammates with their arms outstretched!

Kris Cruise: They’re all calling for the tag!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but can he even make it to the corner!?

Kris Cruise: I don’t know, but he’ll damn sure try!

The crowd cheers as Gonzales begins to slowly pull himself across the ring. Diaz shouts his name, Herrera stomps his foot and Peaches slaps the top turnbuckle. The fans continue to cheer for Gonzales as he continues to scratch and claw his way towards the corner. That is, until Harter turns over, reaches out and grabs a hold of his ankle.

Kris Cruise: Oh no!

The crowd boos as Harter gets to his feet and drags Gonzales back to the center of the ring. He then delivers three stomps to the midsection before picking Gonzales back up. Harter sets up Gonzales for a DDT. But Gonzales counters with an inverted atomic drop, followed by a bicycle high knee.

Kris Cruise: Gonzales just caught Harter right in the mouth!

With both grapplers down, the ref starts his count.

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EI-

The crowd boos as Harter lunges over and tags Ramsey back in. The crowd boos as Ramsey hops through the ropes and rushes across the ring. But before she can drag Gonzales back, Gonzales dives into the corner and tags Peaches back in. Ramsey slams on the brakes as the crowd explodes with cheers!

Stephy Auger: Oh great, Plums is back in the ring!

Ramsey throws a right hand. But Peaches blocks it and counters with a punch of her own. Ramsey throws another right hand. But again, Peaches blocks and counters with another punch of her own. She then nails Ramsey with another punch… and another punch… and anoth-NO! The crowd boos when Ramsey rakes Peaches across the eyes. She then takes one half of the Tag Champs and whips her into the ropes. When Peaches returns, Ramsey knocks her down with a superkick. The boos continue as she falls back and hooks the near leg…

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Peaches gets her shoulder up.

After taking Peaches and whipping her into the corner, Ramsey runs across the ring and connects with a running elbow strike in the corner. She then grabs a hold of Peaches’ wrist, leads her out of the corner and throws out a short-arm clothesline. But Peaches ducks. When Ramsey turns around, Peaches grabs a hold of her and throws her down with a moonsault side slam. Cheers and applause can be heard throat the arena as she makes the cover.

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The crowd boos as Williams dives over and breaks up the pin.

Kris Cruise: Williams with the timely save!

As Williams goes to head back towards her corner, Peaches runs up from behind, grabs her and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron. When Peaches turns around, Ramsey throws out another superkick. This time, Peaches catches her foot before swinging Ramsey’s leg away from her. Ramsey then uses the momentum to clock Peaches with a spinning elbow strike. After a kick to the midsection, Ramsey yanks her down with a sitout facebuster. After heading to the corner and scaling to the top turnbuckle, Ramsey flips off for Down By The Jae (moonsault). But Peaches rolls out of the way, causing Ramsey to crash onto the canvas. Reid cringes while Harter places his hands on his head.

Kris Cruise: She missed! Ramsey missed! Nobody was home on that one!

While Ramsey curls up in pain, Peaches turns over and begins to crawl into one of the unoccupied corners. After pulling herself up to her feet, she turns around and sees Ramsey curled up in pain. So she immediately crouches down and begins waving her up.

Kris Cruise: You know what she’s setting up for!

Stephy Auger: Oh no. OH NO NO NO NO NO!

Harter and Reid look over and see what Peaches is setting up for. So they then turn back to Ramsey. They waving their arms around and shout at Ramsey to stay down. But Ramsey can’t hear them and begin to wise back to her feet. When Ramsey turns around, Peaches charges from out of the corner and nearly breaks her in half with a spear, resulting in an explosion of cheers from the crowd. She makes the cover.

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The crowd boos when Reid breaks up the pin with a stomp to the back.

The boos continue while Reid continues to stomp away on Peaches. But the boos turn to cheers when Herrera rushes over and knocks Reid back with a series of right hands. Williams then gets into the ring hops onto Herrera’s back from behind and locks him in a sleeper. Williams squeezes as tight as she can while Reid goes to work on Herrera with rights and lefts to the midsection. But she ends up getting spun around and knocked back with a punch from Diaz. The crowd explodes with cheers as the match as devolved into chaos.

Kris Cruise: This match has turned into an all-out brawl, Stephy!

Herrera reaches up, grabs Williams by the hair with both hands and slams her down in front of him. Before Herrera can turn around, Harter hooks him from behind, lifts him up and delivers a reverse implant driver. The boos continue as Harter sits up Herrera and locks him in the Empty Shell (Dragon Sleeper).

Kris Cruise: Harter’s got the submission locked in! She’s trying to put Herrera to slee-

The crowd boos while Harter continues to cinch in the hold. But the boos turn to cheers when Gonzales nails him with a running bicycle knee to the face, breaking the hold and knocking Harter down. Mexico’s City Favorite Son hops on top of Harter and swings away with wild rights and lefts. But Harter’s able to roll over, mount himself on top of Gonzales and nail him with repeated punches to the face. Gonzales then slips by one of the punches, rolls over on top of Harter and nails him with punches of his own. The two continue to go back and forth until they roll underneath the bottom rope and hit the floor.

Back inside, Diaz scoops Reid up across her shoulder and goes for the Royalty Bomb (running Emerald Flowsion). But Reid slips out from behind and shoves Diaz into the ropes. When Diaz comes back…

Stephy Auger: MOLLY KICK!

The crowd boos as the kick knocks Diaz through the ropes and to the floor. But the boos turn to cheers when Reid turns around and gets clocked with a discus elbow strike from Herrera. The Bossman then takes Reid, runs and tosses her through the ropes and onto the apron.

Back on the outside, Gonzales picks up Harter and goes for an irish whip. But Harter reverses, sending Gonzales crashing hard into the steel steps. The crowd boos as Gonzales flips over the steps and clutches his right knee.

Kris Cruise: Gonzales looks hurt!

Back inside, Herrera picks up Williams and goes for an irish whip. But Williams reverses, sending him into the ropes. Ramsey pulls down the top rope just as Herrera hits them, sending The Bossman tumbling to the floor. The crowd boos after Herrera smacks his head hard on the outside.

While Williams celebrates inside the ring, Peaches gets back to her feet. Before Williams can turn around, Peaches grabs her from behind and brings her down with an inverted headlock backbreaker. While Williams writhes in pain on the canvas, Peaches steps out onto the apron and goes to climb up to the top turnbuckle. But she gets yanked down onto the mat by Reid. Reid then throws out a punch. But Peaches ducks and nails Reid with three back elbows to the face. She then runs over towards the ring post, springboards onto the second turnbuckle and connects with a springboard back elbow, sending both her and Reid tumbling to the floor. While Reid remains on the floor, Peaches climbs back onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. Before she can jump off and crash on top of Williams with the Booty Drop (top rope seated senton), Ramsey leaps onto the apron and shoves Peaches off, sending her crashing into the guardrail. The crowd erupts with boos as peaches collapses to the canvas.

Kris Cruise: My God! Did you see how hard Peaches hit the guardrail! She might be hurt!

Stephy Auger: Boy, I bet that would suck for Herrera!

Reid goes over, picks up Peaches and rolls her back inside. After Reid rolls herself back in, she drags Peaches into position and holds her in place while Ramsey scales to the top turnbuckle. Ramsey then flips off and connects with Down By The Jae as the crowd boos.

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"Low Self Opinion" blares throughout the arena as the crowd erupts with boos.

J.A. Aldridge: Here are your winners, THE NEW MURDER!!!

Harter and Williams regroup on the outside while Williams gets her arm raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: What a hard fought match by the current Tag Team Champions and their current number one contenders. But in the end, the numbers game became too much for them.

Stephy Auger: The numbers game? The match was 4 on 4. Stop selling them short and give them their jus-

The crowd boos as Molly Reid makes her way to her feet. She looks around her, and looks like she is about to make a move, but before she can, ring announcer J.A. Aldridge stands up in the timekeeper’s area. He looks around, somewhat unsure, before he raises the microphone to his lips.

J.A. Aldridge: Ladies and gentlemen...I am told the following is a long awaited event.

The crowd cheers loudly as the lights at ringside turn off, plummeting everything into darkness. The thud of a low chime rings out, and the beginning of “Sirens” by Elephante ring through the arena. A decent amount of the crowd thinks that they know what is going on, and cheer louder than the rest. The lights bump in time with the beat, bathing the crowd in alternating pale purple and gold lights.

Why came disaster, I see your face
Under the laughter you store away
Come down, come down, come out and play
Biting the nails of catastrophe
When didn't your sails come and dance with me
Come down, come down, we're lost at sea...

The music continues, and a single pale light focuses on a hooded figure making their way through the crowd.

Kris Cruise: We saw this last week Stephy, but what exactly is going on?

Stephy Auger: Maybe it’s Nero! Maybe he’s back to save us!

The hooded figure hops the guardrail, and jumps onto the apron. Quickly, It leaps onto the top rope, and jumps towards Molly Reid…

Stephy Auger: Molly’s under attack!

Molly ducks out of the ring, but the figure flips forward and lands in the center of the ring in a crouched pose, not landing anywhere close to where Molly was seconds before. Molly turns to face the ring, just as the figure slowly rises to their feet. The figure reaches up and unzip the hoodie slowly. The anticipation builds, and as the disguise comes off; The crowd becomes unglued, realizing who the person standing in the ring is.




























Stephy Auger: It’s...oh no…




























Kris Cruise: It’s Fujiko! Fujiko Mine is here!

True to his words, The hoodie is discarded and all the spotlights are focused on Fujiko, who grins widely as she stares at Molly Reid. Molly appears shocked as Fujiko poses in the middle of the ring.

“FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!

FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!”

Kris Cruise: Listen to this crowd! This is absolutely insane!

“FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!

FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!”

Her music continues to play as she soaks in the adoration. Outside, the New Murder groups around Molly Reid, who hasn’t taken her eyes off the former Pride champion.

“FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!

FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO! FU-JI-KO!”

Kris Cruise: This place is electric!!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons. I can’t believe she’s back!

Kris Cruise: I think this crowd vehemently disagrees, Stephy...but we’re out of time, we’ll see you next week for Flashpoint!

Vertigo ends with Fujiko Mine playing to the crowd, who continue to cheer and chant her name.