Vertigo (07.29.17)

[FGA Office]

[FGA Office]

¡Uno!
¡Dos!
¡Tres!
¡Catorce!


Hello hello
(Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo
(Donde esta?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel


Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea


MATTHEW KNIGHT ARENA
EUGENE, OR

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

Drum beat.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

Drum beat.

"THE CHAMP IS HERE!"

A final drum beat.

The intro of Jadakiss's "The Champ is Here" plays as a precursor to...John Bonham’s quite remarkably epic drum intro for When the Levee Breaks, and having reached its crescendo and given way to Jimmy Page’s hypnotic riff we see Johnny Karma walk out at the top of the ramp, with the FGA Championship proudly slung over his shoulder, and as he walks down the ramp he has a strut to his step that says quite clearly that he ton nit gebn a drek about who the title supposedly belongs to, since he’s the one who has it in his hands right now

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

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

Once he reaches ringside Karma approaches JA Aldridge and politely asks for a microphone and, having received one, he climbs the ring steps and climbs through the ropes to stand inside the ring for a moment, unzipping his track jacket so it hangs open over the white shirt underneath, and as he stands in the ring he bobs his head in time to his theme as he waits for it to fade out so he can speak - and once his music dies down, Karma stays silent for a few seconds until he he gestures to the title that still rests upon his shoulder

Johnny Karma: So...do you think this is a good look?

As the crowd cheer their approval of seeing Karma holding the title, Karma looks in the direction of the commentary booth and appears to mouth something along the lines of the crowd maybe being onto something, and as he tries to resist the urge to beam from ear to ear he looks to get back on topic

Johnny Karma: So I couldn’t help but notice somebody has spent the past week or so venting spleen on Twitter about how the so-called champion of this company got laid out in the middle of the ring and had the title they patently don’t deserve taken from them, and I couldn't help but think a couple of things. First of all, it struck me as quite unusual that the only person who seemed to be upset with these events had a name that sounded uncannily like Azzy Inders. But what really stuck me was, buried deep within all the threats and the howling, was the idea that I had crossed a line and I had gone too far, as the so-called champion didn't deserve to be treated like 142lbs of opfal.

Taking a moment to pause and catch his breath, a list of everything that Izzy Anders has subjected Karma to in recent months plays in Karma’s mind as he tries to think of where to start with that particular argument, until he settles upon…

Johnny Karma: The funny thing is that most people think I have been quite lenient with her, especially since she proved what a fraud she is by proving without a shadow of a doubt that for all her talk and her threats and her attacks, she still cannot back any of it up on her own - and no matter what she says, the fact she had to go from needing one person watching her back to needing two just to steal something she didn't deserve proves I have her scared. And if she wants to argue the point, I have one simple question: how many people did I need backing me up when I stole something that I deserve more than Anders and her four hyenas combined?

To emphasise the last point Karma holds up the FGA Championship belt, and as he does so, he turns to see Izzy Anders on the other side of the ring. Izzy has a microphone in her hand, and Karma is entirely undeterred. He instead holds it more proudly to Izzy’s chagrin.

Izzy Anders: The thought might pass of why I didn’t attack you just then. My championship belt is right there, in the grip of someone who doesn’t deserve, who has further proven his hypocrisy. I should attack you. I should just grab onto your arm and make it useless. There’s a lot I could have done, but I didn’t. Why?

She steps closer.

Izzy Anders: Because this cage match will be where I deal with the Johnny Karma problem once and for all. By the hand of the corrupt FGA staff, you finally get your chance to deal with the Izzy Anders problem. This is it. This is the end.

A beat during which the crowd dies down, as Izzy’s words aren’t as egotistical as they usually are. In fact, she speaks with a solemness unheard from her in a while.

Izzy Anders: I might seem composed right now, but I’m livid beyond belief. Alongside that, I found myself laughing. Did that feel good, Karma? To me, you attacking me was the final thing I needed to show me that I got you. I pushed and prodded until I got you to snap and do something that was not so far off from what you used to do. During our match, I got you to try to hurt me down and beat me to an inch of your life. I told you this on the first go-around. My goal was to take a hero and make a human out of him. I said I was going to kill all the heroes in FGA, and well, I got you. The fans might still cheer for you, but I got you to play to my game. So, now, Karma, how about we enter this final act like we should?

Izzy Anders: I’ll be honest with you, since all this time, I’ve played the fool just so that I can get you in the end. I have three people, maybe more on my side, that are dedicated to what I think and believe. FGA’s tainted and we want to change it. I have the personal belief that I’m the best damn wrestler in the world. You believe me to be all these horrible things, and in some cases…I am. I will send them after you. You’re already paranoid, despite this front you have here. I could have you taken out at any given point in places where Fujicakes can’t reach or save you. With a snap of a finger, I could end this madness before the steel cage match. That cage match...it’s your savior, your sanctuary.

Izzy’s eyes cut to the audience; some in the front row were vehemently jeering at her. She turns her eyes back, which gives the camera a full glimpse of her face. She looks tired, her eyes shaking just a tad. A streak of grief is on her face, but she straightens up, exhibiting a further seriousness.

Izzy Anders: I’ll have to show you that the cage match may save you from everyone else, but it won’t save you from me. You’re so caught up in the illusions that I made for you, Cordy, and everyone else. You forgotten that in here and every other place that I’ve been in that I have singlehandedly destroyed things. Don’t forget that outside of your close-minded sight that I waged a whole war against a faction by myself. I’m an one woman army, and the rightful FGA Undisputed Champion. You’re the scared one here, Karma. It’s entirely okay to admit that too.

She puts her hand out to Karma, pointing at the championship, and then beckons for it.

Izzy Anders: Give me that championship right now, and I’ll make sure that you can stop flinching at every corner.

Karma looks at Izzy’s extended hand, then looks at the championship, and then looks at Izzy

Johnny Karma: You're telling me that you want something that belongs to you?

Not giving Anders a chance to respond, Karma throws open his jacket to reveal a tool pouch strapped to his jeans, and before Izzy can respond Karma takes a screwdriver from the pouch and places it against the bolt holding Izzy’s nameplate to the title belt

Johnny Karma: You need to get it into that head of yours that this title does not belong to you. The only thing that belongs to you is this sliver of metal right here, and I can guarantee you that you’ll be spending the rest of your life in the canned food aisle trying to find that soup can that was made after I walk out of here and dumped that little piece of metal you prize so much in the recycling.

To prove he’s not joking, Karma begins using the screwdriver to unfasten the bolt from around the nameplate, making sure to maintain eye contact with Izzy the entire time

Johnny Karma: Did you really think that I was going to shrug my shoulders and say “Aww shucks” and let you walk away after everything you’ve pulled for the past few weeks Anders? Did you think you’d get away with it and not face the consequences? No, what happened a couple of weeks ago was me beginning to put an end to the Izzy Anders problem, not because you made a hero human, but because you got sloppy. You thought I was some clean-cut straight arrow, and you could break me...but do you remember what happened to Johnny Cannon? Let me remind you: he pushed and he pushed and he pushed, and then I pushed back - and he hasn’t been seen since.

Karma then begins to loosen the second bolt from the nameplate, causing it to visibly shift on the belt’s faceplate as he does so

Johnny Karma: So if you want to do the smart thing for the first time in your career, I suggest you back off.

Izzy continues to hold back in, merely turning her head to stabilize herself.

Izzy Anders: I got...sloppy?

She pauses, the words hitting her somewhere.

Izzy Anders: Listen here, Karma, I’m giving you a chance to find some peace until the cage match. Because I promise you that there I’ll make you into another sad story for these people here. You will make it to the cage match already broken physically, and all I have to do is just make sure that you are completely broken. This anger of yours is stupid, this whole thing you’re doing right now is stupid, and most importantly, getting me actually upset is stupid.

Johnny Karma: I think we know what your promises are written on, Anders, so if you think that I’m buying for a second that you’re going to do anything but spend the next few weeks threatening me or having your new lickspittles do your dirty work…

Rather than having to actually finish the sentence, Karma gives Anders an incredulous look brought on by the fact that he’s heard it all before - because he has, and he’s really not in the mood to play along

Johnny Karma: ...which is why I had this drawn up.

Slipping the screwdriver back inside the tool pouch, but making sure it’s close enough to hand in case he has reason to use it once more, Karma pulls a document out of his jacket and thrusts it into Anders’ hands

Johnny Karma: You’ll probably need a couple of minutes to give it a once-over, so take your time.

With Anders preoccupied with the document in her hands, Karma backs up a couple of steps with the title still over his shoulder as he does so, making sure to keep it that little bit out of Anders’ reach

Izzy Anders: …

She stares at the document for a moment, and gives an irritated look to Karma. It only lasts for a little while before she just nods.

Izzy Anders: It’s the same thing that I brought up for you.

The crowd explodes as they realize what exactly her words meant, and Karma seems to be enjoying the moment where he’s got Izzy trapped in a web that she created

Johnny Karma: I’m afraid it’s not the same, not by a long shot. You see, when you had your contract drawn up you were only interested in getting a loophole so you could steal another victory you didn’t earn. What you're looking at is telling you that if anyone, be they animal, vegetable or mineral, so much as thinks of interfering on your behalf…

Karma pats the title on his shoulder, which causes the loosened nameplate to rattle against the faceplate

Johnny Karma: ...that same second is when you become an ex-champion.

Stephy Auger: He can't do that!

Kris Cruise: I believe he just did!

Izzy stands there and cracks her neck. She stares at the document once more before dropping it to the ground. She starts for the ropes, but brings her microphone back to her face.

Izzy Anders: You think you’re so funny, Karma. Too bad that it’ll get you hurt.

She leaves the ring without much fanfare, dropping the microphone and ignoring whatever the crowd dares says to her...only for Karma to call after her

Johnny Karma: You forgot to sign the contract Izzy.

Picking the contract off the canvas, Karma approaches the ropes and holds it in her general direction

Johnny Karma: You probably should have read the clause that says that, if you want to be within three feet of this title at any point in the next few weeks, you're going to need to sign on the dotted line. Which reminds me…

Reaching inside his jacket, Karma pulls a pen out of his shirt pocket

Johnny Karma: I brought a pen.

Izzy stops in her tracks at the last comment and closes her eyes, craning her head slightly back as she takes a deep intake of breath as she attempts to stay calm, at which point she whips around and marches back towards the ring to snatch the contract and the pen out of Karma's hand, and as she signs the contract against the ring apron she keeps her eyes fixed on Karma until she slides the signed contract back into the ring

Making sure he's got his eyes fixed on Anders, Karma picks the contract off the canvas and makes sure that it's signed in the right places, and seeing the paperwork is in order he prepares to return the championship belt...only to find himself having great difficulty in handing the belt over, and Izzy is loving watching Karma sweat

Stephy Auger: He's actually going to hand it over!

Reluctantly, but knowing that a deal's a deal, Karma slides the title off of his shoulder and offers it to Izzy, who snatches it out of his grasp and, without a second's thought, turns her back on him and walks up the ramp to leave him alone in the ring without the title once more.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

We find Flavia Rocha backstage in the trainer’s area with an attendant looking at her side, her ribs having been tapped since the fallout of her last match on Vertigo a couple weeks back. The trainer seems fine with her healing process and cuts the tape off of her. Flavia pushes on her side and winces a bit but looks to the trainer and nods.

Flavia Rocha: Thanks for the help, you guys do a great job. I guess you can train in a gym all day long, hit the weights, but nothing really prepares you for a full-tilt match with someone trying to beat the living crap out of you across the way. I guess I owe Miss Fortune for teaching me an important lesson, even if it was obvious. But still… my ribs feel tenderized for a barbeque.

She turns her attention to the corner, as another wrestler sat on a cot talking to another trainer. It was none other than Jaelynn Ramsey. After the awkward exchange the two had shared on Flavia’s debut night in the company, she wanted to rectify the situation if possible. Flavia ran a hand over her stomach and walked towards Jaelynn and the trainer.

Flavia Rocha: Hey Jaelynn, I see we’re in the same boat… coming in for some last minute tweaks and advice? I guess aches and pains are a new way of life for me now. I saw the 8-man tag you guys were in last Vertigo. The New Murder… Dom Harter and his women, eh?

Flavia shook her head and laughed.

Flavia Rocha: Seriously though, nice job getting the pin in the main event. You really got some air on that moonsault, I have to give credit where it’s due. What do you call that move again?

Jae looked at Flavia, unimpressed at her attempt of striking up a conversation.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Tweaks, sure.

She stretched her left arm, with the elbow rested on her right forearm.

Jaelynn Ramsey: “Down by the Jae,” my trainer thought it was a cute play on words with me hailing from Oakland.

The New Murder member rolled her eyes, realizing how silly it sounded saying it out loud.

Jaelynn Ramsey: You also had a good showing last Vertigo -- for someone with a lower tolerance to pain.

She glanced over at the midsection of Rocha, letting a snicker slip before she made eye contact with the dark haired beauty. Flavia could read Jaelynn pretty well, and she didn’t care for the way she looked at her, or any of the other mannerisms she displayed. Maybe backhanded compliments were better than outright scorn, but Flavia by nature was personable, and dismissive arrogance struck a nerve. Flavia covered her midsection with her hand and tensed her jaw on reflex. Jaelynn didn’t know about Flavia’s upbringing in Brazil, the hardships she endured before managing to move to America. But then again, not many people did. There had been bullying, abuse, the hardship of working manual labor as a child just to have food for her family, even if it meant stealing at times. She had worked her fingers to the bone to escape the cycle, moving and getting a good education and job after that. In her mind the hard times were light years away in the past, and yet always still floating in memory right behind her eyes, waiting to be triggered.

Flavia Rocha: Hmm, well you are right about a couple of things. I did have a pretty good showing which allowed me to get the win, thank you for that. And lower tolerance? Yeah I guess you could say it’s been awhile since I took a punch or a kick with such bitter intent. The thing about tolerance is, it gets built up through repetition.

Flavia swept a lock of hair from her face, trying to contain her emotion.

Flavia Rocha: Speaking of giving thanks, maybe thanks should also be given to the ringside guardrail that Peaches fell into, and even more thanks to Molly Reid for holding her down so you could hit such a textbook high flying moonsault. I guess on that night you could’ve called it “Down by the Guardrail and Molly and Jae”, right? I wonder what the people of Oakland’s tolerance is for something like that?

Flavia arched an eyebrow, her initial intent here wasn’t for confrontation but Jaelynn had played her card. Rocha’s hand had left her midsection and now both hands rested on her hips, trying to work through the pangs in her stomach that were now not caused by a wrestling match but words. Jaelynn in turn exhaled and switched arms, stretching. She took her leisurely time responding, and then stood face to face with Rocha.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Listen Flavia, I know you’re new here, maybe you don’t understand how wrestling works. Criticism from you is basically meaningless to me. But here’s a good piece of advice: don’t ever question the methods of the New Murder and especially me. Appreciate the results, because that’s all that matters.

Flavia looked up at the ceiling for a beat and then down at the floor, gathering her thoughts. Jaelynn started to walk past her to leave the room, but then turned back toward the introspective Rocha.

Jaelynn Ramsey: Oh, by the way…

Ramsey completed her thought with action, punching Flavia in her sore ribs, doubling her over. Jaelynn turned toward the door, and wiped her hands together, her business done here.

Jaelynn Ramsey: How’s that for a tweak, huh?

Flavia’s response was wordless but no less impactful,as she tackled Ramsey into a table, knocking medical supplies everywhere. They rolled over the table onto the floor scuffling, and the medical staffers that had been seeing to other things in another area rushed over and attempted to pull them apart. The final shots were of two furious women being subdued as security also intervened.

[FGA Office]

Through a slightly open door of the locker room area, we see Julian Tijerina pacing back and forth. Well, most of him, anyway. He doesn't seem like he's enjoying where he is or what is happening. Faye Valentine, one-half of Serpent's Touch, arguably the saving grace of the Dynamic Duos Tournament, appears right behind him. She moves her lips close to Julian's handsome ear. Julian sighs, closes his eyes, and just stands there, arms crossed.

Faye Valentine: You know what I'm saying is true.

Julian shakes his head but Faye continues.

Faye Valentine: He did, baby. He did.

Julian suddenly raises both arms in frustration, yelling his annoyance into the room. He turns around and looks Faye directly in the eye.

Julian Tijerina: It was a chaotic match, a free-for-all. I would've done the same.

Faye plants a quick kiss on Julian's lips, grinning. Julian just seems more annoyed at this point. Faye starts circling Julian, running a finger through his chest, shoulder, neck, back, wherever she can, as she walks around him.

Faye Valentine: You would've, but you weren't able to, and now it's eating you inside. You were so close, so (censored) close, only for Papa Stryker to cost you the entire match, rip from your hands what could have been your first title here in FGA. Julian Tijerina, two-time AXN World Heavyweight Champion, first-ever AXN Intercontinental Champion, multiple-time champion all over the known world... Now look at you. You're still handsome. You're still rich. But you're nowhere near championship gold, the very reason why we all got into this business in the first place.

Julian furiously grabs her hand and pulls her close, only an inch separating their nose. Faye looks shocked but at the same time amused.

Julian Tijerina: It was nothing personal. I am a guerrero, a warrior. I fight with all my might in that ring, body and soul and heart and mind. When that bell rings, friendships go out the door. The ring is a battleground, and everyone out there is just trying to survive. We may be competitors in that ring but outside of it we are humans, friends, fathers and brothers and sisters and parents. Stryker did what he had to do, and I would've done the same.

Julian lets Faye go, turning around, crossing his arms again. Faye seems disappointed that things ended rather mildly with his outburst. She decides to light up his flame once more. Maybe then, something guapo might finally happen. At least, something guapo for her.

Faye Valentine: That doesn't change the fact that you're not only without a title but also without a clear direction here in FGA. Has that friendship truly given you more than what you deserve? Because Kimiko and I, Serpent's Touch, believe you, El Guapo, The Spanish Sweetheart, The Shooting Star Supreme, deserve more. You deserve the world.

Suddenly the door opens and Brian Stryker walked in. He notices Julian and Faye and realizes he isn't in the right room.

Brian Stryker: Oh, sorry! Looking for the trainers room...

He notices the gaze Faye is throwing at him as he shivers.

Brian Stryker: Jeez, did I interrupt something important?

Julian stares daggers at Faye who looks away, frowning. She heaves a loud sigh and walks out of the locker room, staring at neither men. Julian turns to Brian with a raised eyebrow.

Julian Tijerina: Nothing important.

Julian turns around and starts performing stretches, mostly with his arms.

Brian Stryker: Hey, man? We’re good, right?

Julian shakes his head as he stops stretching his arms. He turns his head to the side, flashing Stryker a smile.

Julian Tijerina: We’re good, amigo.

Julian continues stretching, completely ignoring Stryker.

Brian Stryker: Yeah see? We’re completely good. Right Jules?

Brian looks over and Julian has go back to his stretching, his back to Brian.

Brian Stryker: Right, better get going myself. Still gotta find that trainer.

Brian turns and leaves the room and Julian looks back at the closing door as the scene fades out.

[FGA Office]

Fenrys vs. Ash Fi

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… from Swansea, Wales… ASH FI!

Kris Cruise: Ash Fi, one of the trainees down in SCCW, will be making her FGA in-ring debut tonight against the wolf in this new murder of crow, Fenrys.

Stephy Auger: Did she not see what happened to the last opponent that Fenrys was put up against? They were mauled! I don’t have high hopes for Lowri Moss’ stunt double here tonight.

The scenes opens inside the arena as it was normally lit with the ring announcer ready to announce the upcoming competitor. Suddenly…

“GIVE US YOUR GOLD!!!!!”

Is heard blaring through the speakers as "Release The Hounds" by Satellites On Parade hits the PA System and the arena goes to pitch black. As the intro of the song plays out the lights flash red, blue and black constantly until Fenrys appears standing at the top of the ramp after forty seconds of the song plays out. With his hood of his coat up he stares down to the ring breathing heavy.

Fenrys then looks around to the fans and growls before he makes his way down the ramp. As he makes it to the bottom of the ramp he drops to all fours and proceeds to walk on his fours over to the left side of the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, representing The New Murder! From The Wolves Den! Weighing in at 178 pounds… FENNNRYYYYSSSS!!!

Fenrys pops up to his feet as he leans over the barricade scarring the fans at ringside before darting towards the ring and sliding into the bottom rope. He stands on his knees in the center of the ring and looks up to the ceiling howling up to the sky while his arms were spread out.

He then stands up to his feet and walks over to a corner and removes his fur coat. After giving it to the stagehand outside the ring, Fenrys crouches down in the corner as we waits for the match to begin.

Kris Cruise: Fenrys made short work of Bean Bands in his last contest and is looking to do the same here tonight. But something tells me that Ms. Fi might be putting up a bit more of a fight. With so many talent, including members of SCCW, that are available to be drafted in a few weeks, Ash Fi wants the higher ups to know that she can hang with the big boys if she gets the call.

The bell sounds as Fenrys and Ash Fi start things off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Ash Fi gains the advantage with a side headlock. She then performs a standing switch before transitioning into a hammerlock from behind. The ref asks Fenrys if he wants to give up. Fenrys responds by shaking his head, refusing to quit. He then leans forward before reversing into a hammerlock of his own. After spinning Ash Fi back towards him, he slaps on a side headlock. The crowd boos as Fenrys begins to really wrench in the hold. But somehow, Ash Fi is able to slip out and reverse back into a hammerlock. Fenrys then tries to reverse, but it’s blocked. So he uses his free arm to quickly reach back and catch Ash Fi with an elbow to the face. The boos continue as he take Ash and whips her into the ropes. When she returns, Fenrys knocks her down with a dropsault to the face. He makes the cover.

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Ash Fi kicks out.

Kris Cruise: This will be the first of several matches for the New Murder here tonight. Enrys kicks things off in the opener. But still to come, we’ve got Jaelynn Ramsey going one on one with the Battle-Hardened Veteran, Chris Bond. Then later on, we’ve got Mercy Williams, who will be facing Fujiko Mine in her in-ring return.

Stephy Auger: If there’s any justice in the world, it will be a short-lived return.

Fenry picks up Ash Fi and delivers an arm wrench. After Ash refuses to quit, Fenrys wrenches the arm again before repeatedly trying to yank the arm from out of its socket. Ash Fi eventually drops down to her knee as she grimaces from the pain. The ref checks in and asks Ash if she wants to give up. But the young rookie refuses. Fenrys begins to add insult to injury by slapping the back of Ash’s head. After Ash begins to pick herself up off the mat, she rolls forward, leans back, kips up, cartwheels over and reverses into an arm wrench of her own. But the cheers quickly turn to boos when Fenrys reaches over and rakes her across the eyes. He then moves Ash into the near ropes before sending her into the far ropes. When Ash returns, Fenrys throws out a clothesline. But Ash ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes back, Fenrys turns around and leapfrogs over her. Ash continues to head into the ropes. When she comes back, Fenrys crouches down and performs a backwards roll as Ash hurdles over him before running back into the ropes. When she returns, the crowd boos when Fenrys rolls back up to his feet, runs over and knocks Ash down with a European Uppercut. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Ash Fi kicks out.

Fenrys picks up Ash and delivers a headbutt that sends her stumbling back into the corner. The New Murder member then makes his way into the corner, climbs up onto the middle ropes, grabs Ash by the hair with both hands and reaches down to bite her forehead. The crowd boos as Ash can be seen flailing her arms helplessly. The ref immediately gives Fenrys until the count of five to stop biting.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Fenry hops down from the ropes and begins stalking the ref around the ring, forcing the ref to retreat to safety on the outside. He then turns back to Ash before dropping down on all fours. He slowly begins to crawl across the ring before leaping to his feet, charging across the ring and hurling himself into the corner. But Ash Fi moves out of the way!

Kris Cruise: Ash Fi may have just gotten the opening she needed in this match!

After Fenrys crashes into the turnbuckles, Ash turns him around and lights up his chest with a series of knife edge chops that echo throughout the arena. She then takes Fenrys and goes for an irish whip. But Fenrys reverses, sending Ash Fi hard into the opposite corner. As Ash staggers away from the corner, Fenrys runs across the ring and connects with a running front dropkick, sending Ash flying back into the corner. After Ash Fi bounces off the turnbuckles and collapses to the mat, Fenrys drags her to the center of the ring by the hair, steps over her and hits a standing moonsault to the back. The boos continue as he pulls Ash Fi over and pins her with his forearm pressed down across her jaw.

ONE!
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Ash Fi gets her shoulder up.

Fenrys pulls her back over for another lateral press.

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Ash Fi gets her shoulder up.

Fenrys immediately slips over into a mounted position and hammers away with wild rights and lefts to the face before looking up at Moon and howling.

Kris Cruise: That rabid wolf is trying to maul Ash Fi in there!

Stephy Auger: Good! Welcome to the real world, missy!

Fenrys picks up Ash Fi, delivers an irish whip, follows her into the corner and connects with a hesitation dropkick After Ash slumps down in the corner, Fenrys pulls her up, places her in a headlock and goes for a running bulldog out of the corner. But Ash Fi slips out, quickly grabs Fenrys from behind, rolls him out in front of her and connects with a ripcord short arm lariat.

Kris Cruise: How about that counter from Ash Fi!?

Fenrys gets back to his feet, but Ash is quick to knock him down with a dropkick to the leg. She then returns to her feet and heads into the ropes. When Ash Fi comes back, the crowd cheers when she connects with a basement calf kick. She makes the cover.

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Fenrys kicks out.

Kris Cruise: Ash Fi’s starting to take it to Fenrys!

Ash Fi picks up Fenrys, grabs him from behind her and delivers an inverted headlock backbreaker. As Fenrys tries to pick himself back up, she takes off into the ropes. When Ash Fi returns, she throws out a Western Lariat. But Fenrys ducks. When Ash Fi turns around, she gets caught with a corkscrew enzuigiri. Fenrys then takes the dazed Welsh wrestler, irish whips her into the corner, runs across the ring and connects with a corner bicycle kick While Ash is still dazed, Fenrys turns and runs into the far ropes. When he comes back, he clobbers Ash Fi with Loki’s Wrath (bicycle knee strike). After Ash crumbles from out of the corner, Fenrys drags her towards the center of the ring and makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd boos when “Release The Hounds” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, FENR-

After the match, Fenrys goes back to attacking Ash with several stomps to the back. He then brings Ash to her feet and doubles her over with hard knees to the midsection before locking on an Octopus Stretch.

Stephy Auger: Try’s Sacrifice!

Fenrys really locked on the hold while Ash Fi can be heard screaming in agony.

Kris Cruise: Oh come on! What is the meaning of this!? You won the match! Let her g-WAIT! LOOK WHO IT IS!

The boos continue as The New Murder member has Ash Fi trapped with nowhere to go. Suddenly, the boos turn to cheers as El Stravito races down the aisle.

Kris Cruise: It’s El Stravito!

Stephy Auger: What is he doing here!? He’s not even scheduled to compete tonight!

As soon as Stravito slides into the ring, Fenrys lets go and shoves Ash Fi down to the canvas. The two high flyers stare each other down until Fenrys backs up and rolls through the ropes and to the outside. The crowd boos as Fenrys howls at the moon before pointing at Stravito as he backs up the aisle...

[FGA Office]

Another week without a fight, yet James Edwards is backstage yet again. The camera finds him strolling into the locker area of the dressing room. He carries a large stack of signed 8x10’s under one arm dressed in jeans and a new “Burning Heart” t-shirt (available at FGA.com). The young fighter looks tired but content as he opens his locker and pulls out a satchel. Edwards carefully puts the 8x10’s in and reaches into his pocket for his phone. After a few quick swipes, he pockets it, shoulders his bag, and shuts the door on the locker. The man who appears on the other side lights a fire in his eyes and causes the crowd to boo: Ricky Valero.

For a moment the two stand in silence, the hatred between them ratcheting up with every tick of the clock. Finally, James takes the initiative, his voice a husky hiss.

James Edwards: I told you, I ain’t got time to fool with you or your boys.

Valero doesn’t respond at first. He just smiles that same sheepish grin that makes the viewer's skin crawl. He chuckles. He slow claps. All the while, the anger in James’ eyes is spreading to the rest of the Burning Heart’s body, his hands are trembling ever so slightly, like an addict needing a hit.

Ricky Valero: That’s a shame, chief, because now it’s game time!

On cue, Nate Bristow and Tully Barnes barrel into Edwards from behind. James almost stumbles into the wall but catches himself. Barnes finishes the job that gravity could not and slams James face-first. The impact is significant enough to open a small cut above Edwards’ left eye. Bristow seizes the smaller man from behind and locks him in a full nelson. Barnes starts throwing left and right hands into Edwards’ stomach. After a minute or so, Bristow breaks the hold and slams James into the wall. Instead, of fading, James launches back at Bristow like a crazy man. He tackles Nate, fights through his guard, and starts raining down hammer shots. Barnes moves into to defend his buddy, but James goes low and turns his attention back to Bristow, and this is a mistake because he forgot about one man: Ricky Valero.

Valero clocks Edwards from behind. James stumbles forward, and Valero drops him with a hard running stomp. Soon Bristow and Barnes join their boss putting the boots to the Kentucky native. The three do enough damage to in a short amount of time to leave Edwards writhing in pain on the floor. All three smirk and exit the locker room.

The camera crew follows the trio. Thy Kingdom Come is greeted strangely enough by applause. The team turns to their left to reveal Kimmi Keister, smiling devilishly with sheer delight.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

We cut to commentary where Kris Cruise sits professionally behind the announce desk and Stephy Augers swivels in her chair, ever-so-slightly, clearly not thrilled about what’s to come next. As opposed to their typical headsets, the announce

Kris Cruise: Ladies and gentlemen, joining us live via satellite in her first interview since capturing the FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship, Sadie San Francisco.

Stephy Auger continues to look unimpressed as the introduction earns a pop from Eugene, Oregon. We cut toward the Tron where Sadie San Francisco sits cross-legged, clearly in a hotel suite, Mid-Atlantic Legacy Championship seated upright and beside her on the sofa. She wrinkles her nose a bit, angling her head toward the camera.

Sadie San Francisco: Can you call it “via satellite” really? I’m pretty sure I’m talking to you guys through a webcam.

Stephy Auger: We’re on a budget.

Sadie San Francisco: Mhm. Good to see you as well.

Stephy Auger: Where are you anyway?!

Sadie San Francisco: Still in the Philippines. Just watched Sherry Diamond debut and beat the helllll out of Charlie Chesterson at Caged Glory’s Retribution show last night. Watch it if you haven’t.

Kris Cruise: We’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Sadie, first of all, congratulations on a successful title defense two weeks ago against the former champion, AMIRA here on Vertigo. But now that you’ve had time to step back and think about everything that’s happened since All-Star Showdown, is it fair to ask where you are emotionally right now? As we all know, you came into FGA alongside Evan Envi and your history dates back years to Sin City Wrestling--

Stephy Auger: And you’ve never had to do anything by yourself in your entire career, so how’s it feel to start now, champ?

Cruise shakes her head slightly at Auger’s comments. Sadie raises a brow but shrugs before she offers an answer.

Sadie San Francisco: Uh. Free, maybe?

The response earns a pop from the crowd again. Sadie smiles faintly before she goes on.

Sadie San Francisco: Let’s be honest… the bitch was asking for it, louder and louder every week. At All-Star Showdown, I heard her loud and clear.

She leans forward a bit.

Sadie San Francisco: ...I heard her loud and clear two weeks ago in Cali. But instead of stepping in the ring and hashing it out, she had me escorted to the back by security.

Stephy Auger: You knew she had a match though. You came out to the ring in Fresno two weeks ago looking for confrontation, right?

Sadie smirks at the question but after a few moments, it’s become clear that she doesn’t intend to answer outright.

Kris Cruise: Sadie, when--

Stephy Auger: No, no, Cruise, I got this from here.

Kris sighs, but Stephy points a finger toward the Tron, going on anyway.

Stephy Auger: You were throwing human beings off ladders left and right like some sort of gold-digging sociopath and one of those bodies was your own tag team partner. You didn’t feel bad about that? Not even slightly?

Sadie considers.

Sadie San Francisco: No.

While the response earns another pop from Eugene, Stephy narrows her eyes at Sadie and proceeds.

Stephy Auger: There’s a lot of speculation that NEON is looking for just one opportunity at your Mid-Atlantic Legacy Title.

Sadie San Francisco: Haha. That’s cool.

Stephy Auger: What? You don’t think she’s earned one?

Sadie sighs a little, readjusting on the sofa.

Sadie San Francisco: I mean, did she?

Auger looks taken aback, but Sadie raises a hand to placate her and continues.

Sadie San Francisco: In fairness, NEON is a great competitor when she gives a damn. When she’s focused in the ring, when she’s on, it’s really easy to see why she’s still able to make the conversation about her. When she’s on the mic, there’s no question why people are drawn to her. And yeah, she did really well against Luke Jackson but does that mean she deserves to put her name out there for this?

Sadie lifts the title a bit for emphasis, giving the camera another shrug.

Sadie San Francisco: I dunno. I don’t care. She can come looking if she wants to.

Stephy Auger: And what-- you’re not worried?

Sadie San Francisco: No.

Once more, the blunt response draws a positive reaction from the Eugene crowd. Auger looks visibly annoyed by the proclamation. Kris Cruise begins to speak up, but Stephy cuts her off once more.

Stephy Auger: And why wouldn’t you be? After spending the past four months in NEON’s shadow, why should we suddenly believe you’re so capable now?

Sadie sighs, placing the championship back down beside her before rolling her eyes toward Stephy Auger.

Sadie San Francisco: I’m not out here claiming to be the greatest wrestler in the world. Not yet. But I perceive myself to be a better wrestler than NEON. I perceive AMIRA to be a better wrestler than NEON and I beat her two weeks ago. It’s not like I’m saying she’s not a threat. But I am saying that I was her crutch for four months. And that’s done.

A small, bitter smirk.

Sadie San Francisco: She’s on this high because she made up this full ‘NEON experience’ in her head, and that’s fine… she’s lighting a fire under her own ass. Cool. So. We’ll see if that doesn’t fizzle out. If what she’s done anywhere else is any indication, she’s just about out of momentum, just about out of ideas… just about out of time… so what she wants to do with all that is on her. I just suggest she doesn’t bring it toward me.

While the audience begins to erupt into applause again, Stephy speaks over them.

Stephy Auger: You know what, fine. You don’t feel bad about NEON-- but the Chief brought you here in good faith and you threw it all in his face!

Sadie takes a deep breath, looking down for a moment before arching a brow back at the camera.

Sadie San Francisco: I guess he can talk to me about it himself then. He knows how to reach me. Knows where to find me. But whatever the deal is between me and him…

Once more, Sadie picks up the title, sliding her arm through it and placing it on her shoulder this time, giving the face of the belt one solid smack.

Sadie San Francisco: It has nothing to do with this. This is something I’m gonna fight to keep as long as I possibly can, but I’ve seen it in the past-- it can be a gateway to the biggest things in this company. Things bigger than NEON.

A smirk crosses her face again.

Sadie San Francisco: But if I have to take her out in the meantime then okay. No qualms.

Finally, Kris Cruise gets a word in before Stephy can go on.

Kris Cruise: Well, before this gets carried away, we’re almost out of time. Sadie, later on this evening we’ll actually be presenting an interview recorded with NEON from earlier in the day. She won’t have an opportunity to respond to your comments here but--

Stephy Auger: But she’ll see them.

Sadie’s eyes stay on Auger, still smirking a bit.

Sadie San Francisco: Yeah. Hope so.

Kris Cruise: Sadie, before we wrap up, we recently learned that you’re taking on the Yun Goeun in her first singles match since returning to FGA. Knowing her capabilities and knowing the backup she has-- are you a bit timid, maybe, heading into a match like this with absolutely no one by your side?

Stephy Auger: Hah, yeah, did you pick a bad time to turn your back on your friends?

Sadie looks to legitimately consider the question for a few moments. She glances at her title again before looking back at the camera.

Sadie San Francisco: The second I know, you’ll know. How’s that.

Stephy scoffs at the response.

Kris Cruise: That’s completely fair. Thanks for your time, Sadie. We’ll see you next week on Flashpoint.

Sadie San Francisco: Later.

Sadie gives the camera the tiniest smile as the Tron fades. We cut back to the announce table where Stephy is shaking her head.

Stephy Auger: The nerve of some people. I used to like Sadie!

Kris Cruise: You almost handled that interview very well, Stephy.

Stephy Auger: Ooh. Did I really?

Kris Cruise: It was a solid attempt.

Stephy Auger: I’ll take it.

Kris Cruise: Anyway. Don’t move, we’ve got Ricky Valero taking on Dickie Harter up next in just a few moments live here in Eugene, Oregon! Stay tuned.

[FGA Office]

Ricky Valero vs. Dickie Harter

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Already in the ring… from Wilmington, Delaware! Weighing in at 195 pounds… DICKIE HAAARRRTERRR!!!

Kris Cruise: Dickie Harter’s been having success down in SCCW and over at Portland Pro. Let’s see if he can translate that success here tonight win a huge upset over 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.

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

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

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

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

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

J.A. Aldridge: And his opponent, from Staten Island, New York! Weighing in at 227 pounds! He is “The Franchise” RICKYYYY VAAALERRRROOOO!!!

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

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

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

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

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

Kris Cruise: Ricky Valero and his goons have recently been trying to intimidate James Edwards. But “The Burning Heart” has refused to back down.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, and did you see what happened to him tonight? He got his clock cleaned!

Kris Cruise: Yeah, it was three on one, Stephy! Let’s also not forget the fact that Edwards was starting to get the better of Bristow & Barnes until Valero attacked him from behind. Worst of all, that jezebel Kimmi Keister was there watching the whole thing! What is she doing back here, anywhere!?

The bell sounds as Valero and Hater start things off with a lock up. After jockeying for position, Valero shoves Harter back, sending the young rookie stumbling back against the ropes. Harter makes his way off the ropes and circles the ring before making his way back over to Valero. The two then engage in another lock up. This time, Valero moves Harter across the ring and presses him against the turnbuckles. The ref gives both grapplers until a count of five to break it up.

Ref: ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…

Both grapplers make a clean break. Valero then starts talking trash to Harter before slapping him across the face. Valero continue to talk trash before slapping Harter across the face again.

Kris Cruise: Valero with utter disrespect to Harter right here!

Stephy Auger: What do you mean? He’s just trying to slap some sense into the kid!

Valero goes for a third slap, but Harter blocks it and counters with a punch to the face. Harter then nails Valero with another punch… and another… and another. Each punch knocks Valero away from the corner and towards the center of the ring. Harter then takes Valero and whips him into the ropes. When Valero returns, Harter knocks him down with a clothesline. When Valero gets back up, Harter takes him of his feet with a dropkick. Once Valero picks himself back up, Harter takes him by the wrist and whips him into the ropes. When Valero returns, Harter sets up for a back body drop. So Valero stops, grabs Harter runs and tosses him over the top rope and to the floor.

Stephy Auger: Always keep your head up, kid, especially against a seasoned vet like Ricky Valero!

On the outside, Valero picks up Harter and slams him face-first against the top of the guardrail. He then turns Harter around and begins delivering shoot kicks to the chest that send Harter slumping down against the rail. Valero then rains down right hands to the face of the Delaware native before bringing him back to his feet. Valero takes Harter, rolls him back inside and places him in a front facelock before dragging him across the apron.

Kris Cruise: What’s Valero setting up for here?

Stephy Auger: I don’t know, but I bet it’s something good!

Valero looks out to the crowd and smirks before planting him with an apron-hung DDT.

Kris Cruise: Good God!

Stephy Auger: Dickie Harter is getting a real good education today!

Kris Cruise: The man just got driven head-first onto the floor with an elevated DDT… and you’re enjoying this?

Stephy Auger: This isn’t ballet! This is a rough sport, Cruise. Valero’s just trying to teach Harter a lesson. But just like James Edwards, it’s looking like Harter has to learn the hard way.

Valero pulls Harter’s limp body from off the canvas and shoves him back inside. After sliding back in, Valero drags Harter away from the ropes and begins circling the SCCW mainstay. Valero shakes his head with disgust before placing his foot on his chest for the cocky cover.

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

Harter knocks Valero’s foot off his chest.

Stephy Auger: What!?

Kris Cruise: Harter knocked Valero’s foot off his chest! The young man’s still got some fight left in him!

Valero does a double take before placing his foot back on Harter’s chest.

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

Harter slaps Valero’s foot off his chest.

Kris Cruise: He did it again!

Stephy Auger: The nerve! Valero’s really gonna make him pay now!

Valero reaches down, yanks Harter off the canvas and screams at him for having the audacity to not get pinned. Harter quickly responds by slapping Valero’s hands off of him, leaping into the air and bringing him down with a Meteora.

Stephy Auger: GAH!

Kris Cruise: What a move by Harter!

Valero clutches his chest before turning over onto his knees. Harter then goes over, pulls Valero up to his feet and heads over towards the corner before planting Valero with a corner springboard tornado DDT. He makes the cover.

Stephy Auger: Oh no!

Kris Cruise: There you go, kid! Go for the cover! Make a name for yourself!

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
Valero kicks out.

Harter picks up Valero and whips him hard sternum-first into the turnbuckles. As Valero stumbles back, Harter hops onto his shoulders to set up the Hartercanrana (inverted hurricanrana). But Valero takes Harter and hoists him off his shoulders. After Harter lands in front of him, Valero applies a cobra clutch before throwing him down with The Franchise Tag (cobra clutch suplex). The boos continue as he makes the cover.

ONE!
.
.
TWO!
.
.
THREE!

The crowd boos when “Amazing” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, RICKY VALERO!

The boos continue as Valero gets his arm raised in victory.

Kris Cruise: It looked like Dickie Harter was on the verge of a huge upset. But just like that, Ricky Valero shut him down and got himself the win.

Stephy Auger: Oh please. This match was never in doubt. “The Franchise” knew what he was doing in there the whole time.

Kris Cruise: Well, apparently he had no idea what he was doing by going after James Edwards the way that I did. I can tell you this, Stephy. James Edwards isn’t a man that you want to make an enemy out of it.

Stephy Auger: Oh really? What exactly is he going to do to Pretty Ricky V?

[FGA Office]

Julian Tijerina makes his way down the hall alone. He keeps looking down on the floor, eyebrows furrowed. Two cute female production assistants pass him by, a redhead and a blonde, but despite their pretty smiles and alluring glances, he ignores him, completely oblivious to their very existence. Sighing and frowning, the pair walk off, more concerned with how Julian didn't react to them than how Julian actually is feeling. Julian sighs as well, continuing on his way. He stops when he sees a pair of laced boots in front of him. He looks up and sees none other than the former Mid Atlantic Legacy Champion, AMIRA. The former Mid-Atlantic/Magnificent-AMIRA Legacy Champion throws her arms about wildly.

AMIRA: It is about time the camera crews stopped avoiding me! I know why are they are doing so, because I speak the truth and some find that truth inconvenient, but I will not be silenced!

She folds her arms across her chest.

AMIRA: As far as I am concerned, last Verteego’s result does not even count! Because it is a match that never should have occurred to begin with! For all the harsh words I have had about The Mexican here--

AMIRA points at Julian.

AMIRA:-- he never reached the despicable depths of robbing me of what was mine, like some common strumpet who lives their life to obsessively screw me over, just to curry favor with the powers that be-- ones who fear the magnificence of AMIRA-- like some groveling lickspittle! I’m talking about Welshie! Welshie the thief, who stole from me and set this whole chain of events into motion!

She begins pacing around as Julian raises an eyebrow at her.

AMIRA: I swear, I will end her, but the worst part is that she is not even the only one! That bumbling mulleted imbecile Stroker also screwed me over by not accepting my offer! It is not like I needed help, but it threw me all for a loop that someone would be so dense as to turn down an offer for a Hall of Fame induction that would give their dreadful life meaning! He screwed me over, just like he screwed him over! Anyone who bore witness to his actions towards this innocent metrosexual, cannot deny he is a fiend!

Again, she gestures at Julian, who seems to be listening intently now.

AMIRA: So tell me, how can I lose a match that twice over should not have happened? It is an impossibility, a logical fallacy, a dream within a dream within another dream level of pure inception nonsense! Which leads to even more disrespect, since that match could not have actually existed, that means I was insulted by being left off that episode of Verteego!

The platinum blonde lowers her head and sighs dramatically.

AMIRA: Sadly, all my efforts will be focused towards disposing of Welshie, so I cannot imagine what unspeakable horrors will be perpetrated onto Hoolian with the Maniacal Mullet left free to ruin more lives-- alas, such are the costs of war.

At that point, AMIRA cocks her head and contorts her face in disgust at the figure who just happened to wander over this way into the picture, the aforementioned Brian Stryker. Looking like she is trying to repress herself from dry heaving, she scurries away as quickly as she can.

Brian Stryker: Hey Julian. Fancy bumping into you hear. What what the heck was AMIRA spewing about?

Julian looks at Brian before signing heavily as Brian raises an eyebrow. He’s about to say something when his phone goes off.

Brian Stryker: Oh sorry, that’s the missus. Gotta take this. Remember! We’re cool!

Julian simply nods at Stryker, not even glancing at his direction. El Guapo seems to be lost in thought.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

"Do I think there's anyone like him in the business?" 

"No." 

"Do I think that the wrestling world is ready for someone like him?" 

"Not a chance."

There's a voice that speaks but no face to match it. Instead it's just a black screen but eventually we fade into a montage of clips that plays. It becomes evident very quickly that it centres around this one particular man who's consistent throughout the montages. Pasty pale skin, short dark brown - perhaps even black, you couldn't quite figure out from the recordings that were being displayed, they weren't exactly the best quality or from the greatest angles. But what you could tell, was that this man was one hell of a fighter.

MAN: But he's coming. That's the important thing to take out of all of this. You can prepare as much as you want. Convince yourselves that this is just another spark in the pan that'll eventually fizzle out and become a nobody.

You know, like the hundreds of applicants who desire to become successful within the Frontier Grappling Arts - but after a couple of showings, they become a name cemented in the archives, remembered for nothing. No, this man - he's the fire that stays lit, though many will try to blow out that fire, they can't, they won't - he won't let them.

Finishing his sentence, the montage comes to a abrupt climatic end. Gradually, the camera fades into a close shot of wrestling personality Gregory Murphy, who has his hands clasped together perched on his lips, looking directly beyond the camera at presumably is an interviewer.

Gregory Murphy: I am convinced that it's only a matter of time before people begin to realise that this man, isn't the norm. Let me correct myself, it won't be a matter of time - it'll be instantaneous upon arrival, that this man is like no other. The carbon copies, the fakes, the indy darlings that you all love and hate.

"He isn't like them. Nor does he try to be because he doesn't have to."

What he does, is steps inside that four sided ring and give his opponents a fight. Not a wrestling match, but a fight. You don't get much of those these days. People who are just in it for the fight. There's too many characters, too many personalities who are flamboyant, technically flawed and choose to perfect their lackluster gimmicks. There's no gimmick here. Just a man, on a mission. Destruction. 

Murphy smirks the way an evil advocate would and twiddles his thumbs as the scene the fades to black. 

[FGA Office]

Jimmy Page vs. Harper Hill

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring… from London, England… HARPER HILL!

Kris Cruise: The SCCW trainee has been unsuccessful in her previous trips to FGA. Let’s see what the young rookie can do here tonight against Jimmy Page.

Stephy Auger: A man like Page? Eek! I’m just praying that the poor girl survives.

A song crashes into the P.A. system that sounds of static and a guitar. The lights begin to flash a violent red frantically. As the song "Murdered Out" by Kim Gordon really kicks in, the lights continue to flash red. A silhouette appears at the entrance. With a controlled stagger, Jimmy Page comes from the back, head down and arms out from his sides. Page swaggers down to the ring in at a methodical pace. The camera gets a close up of his hair covered face as he makes his way down the aisle. He stops at the top of the ramp, flinging his hair from his eyes and glaring around, chewing on a piece of gum. Through the static red, a spotlight follows Page as he makes his way to the front of the ring.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, from Flint, Michigan! Weighing in at 237 pounds! He is “The King of the F’n World”... JIMMYYYY PAAAAAAGE!!!

He takes a running start, sliding on top of the apron. He stands, gets in the ring, then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Page spits his gum outside of the ring. Jimmy leaps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to slither down into a seat on the lower turnbuckle; Placing his head against the middle turnbuckle, knocking the back of it against the corner gently as he awaits the bell.

Kris Cruise: Jimmy Page has to be stewing after Dom Harter’s recent taunts. For months, he was right about Harter. Then, when Harter showed his true colors, he surrounded himself with an army to make sure that Jimmy Page didn’t come close to touching him again.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, it’s called being smart. You’ve got to give it up to Harter. Not only if he an amazing wrestler. But he’s created an army for his New Murder. Who does Page have? No one, because he’s a loser that’s done more damage to more people in this company than even Harter has, and that’s saying a lot!

Kris Cruise: It does appear that Page is a man without a single ally. But at this point, it could be 5-on-1 or 500-on-1. He will go through who he has to to get to Harter.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, good luck with that. Page will be stomped out before he ever lays a finger on Harter again.

The bell sounds as Page and Hill start things off by circling the ring. Hill then begins to show worry as Page begins to cut off the distance of the ring. Hill continues to back away from Page until she accidentally backs herself up against the turnbuckles. Page then motions for her to come out of the corner. After looking around at the crowd, Hill gets the courage to run towards Page and attack. Page throws out a straight right to the jaw. But Hill is able to duck under it. When Page turns around, he gets caught with a hard slap that echoes throughout the arena.

Stephy Auger: HELLO!

Kris Cruise: … that probably wasn’t the brightest idea.

Hill quickly grabs a hold of Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Hill into the ropes. When Hill returns, she goes to slide between Page’s legs. But Page reaches down and grabs her by the hair. He then pulls Hill back up to her feet before flinging her across the ring. The crowd cheers as Hill gets up on her knees and arches her back.

Kris Cruise: Forget about a comeback. I think Hill should just go into survival mode at this point and hope that this doesn’t last too much longer.

Page marches over, yanks Hill back to a vertical base and slams her face-first into the top turnbuckle. After turning Hill around, Page fires off a blistering knife edge chop before bringing Hill out of the corner and shooting her into the far ropes. When Hill returns, Page throws out a lariat. But Hill ducks and runs into the ropes. When Page turns around, Hill connects with a running dropkick. But it only knocks The King of the F’n World back a few steps. So she returns to her feet before running back into the ropes. When Hill returns, she connects with another dropkick. But again, it doesn’t force Page off his feet. So Hill returns to her feet, grabs Page and goes for an irish whip. But Page reverses, sending Hill into the corner. Page then runs across the ring to attack. But Hill catches him with a boot to the face. As Page stumbles back, Hill runs from out of the corner, grabs Page and goes for a bulldog. But Page shoves Hill of him and into the ropes. When Hill returns, the crowd cheers when Page sends her flipping down to the canvas with Sole Destruction (discus big boot).

Kris Cruise: page might have knocked Hill into another area code with that boot!

Page reaches down, brings Hill back to her feet, hooks both arms and then hurls her across the ring with a double underhook suplex. Page heads over, picks Hill back up, brings her over towards the center of the ring and brings her down with The Paralyzing (neckbreaker across the knee). The King of the F’n World makes his way into the corner and crouches down as he waits for Hill to get in position. After Hill slowly gets up on one knee, Page stands up, charges from out of the corner and smashes her with the Trauma Symphony (Boma Ye) to the back of the head.

Kris Cruise: Page nearly knocked her head clean off her shoulders with Trauma Symph-WAIT JUST A MINUTE!

As Page goes to grab Hill, his attention is quickly caught by the eruption of boos from the crowd. Page turns and sees Dom Harter and Jaelynn Ramsey making their way down the aisle.

Kris Cruise: What the hell are they doing down here?

Stephy Auger: Whaaat? They just want to get a good view of the action.

Kris Cruise: I highly doubt that!

Page pushes Hill off to the side as he becomes entranced at the sight of Harter. At The Tenacious Little Bastard and Ramsey make their way to ringside, Page begins kicking the bottom rope as he frantically waves Harter inside. Harter scans the crowd to gauge their reaction. He then turns to Ramsey, who responds with nod. Harter then motions to get one knee up on the apron. But then he slips back down to the floor, resulting in boos from the crowd. Page can be heard calling Harter every name in the book as Harter gives him his signature smirk. Out of nowhere, Hill rolls up Page from behind.

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THREE!

Kris Cruise: What the heck!?

Stephy Auger: She did it!

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, HARPER HILL!

Harter and Ramsey quickly back up the aisle as Page looks around in disbelief.

Kris Cruise: Dom Harter and Jaelynn Ramsey just cost Jimmy Page this match!

Stephy Auger: Hey, it’s not their fault that Page couldn’t keep his focus!

Hill jumps up and down after getting the huge upset. But as soon as she sees Page get to his feet, she wisely hops through the ropes and hightails it up the aisle.

[FGA Office]

There is a large rectangle hole in the ground, framed by a large metal shovel lying on its side.

The camera moves around it, until it focuses on something else. It slowly tilts up to focus on a pair of black ring boots. Further still, until the face of Fujiko Mine is shown. She has a stoic look on her face for a few moments. The crowd at ringside, realizing who is in front of them, cheer loudly for her. She seems to know this is happening, as a warm smile crosses her face. As the camera backs up and takes the whole scene in, we see that she is outside someplace. Her eyes drift towards the hole for a second, and she scoffs.

Fujiko Mine: Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

She begins, moving her eyes back to the camera.

Fujiko Mine: There are people who thought that I was securely in the ground. That you would never see me in FGA again.

An eerie smile, accompanied by jazz hands.

Fujiko Mine: Surprise.

She loses the smile, and she twirls a strand of her hair around her left index finger.

Fujiko Mine: Molly Reid has been reading from the Dom Harter playbook of trying to diminish the accomplishments of his opponents. Once upon a time, Molly Reid admitted I was one of the best wrestlers in FGA. That’s a pure fact. I bring it up because now Molly is running around on social media telling everyone that “no one should care about me,” and saying comments that basically range from “I’m not all that good” to “Fujiko sucks.” She’s basically insinuating that I’m inconsequential. And this one’s my favorite. She’s saying that I ran away. She knows that’s a lie. She knows that those are all lies that she needs to say to make herself feel better. Same with Dom Harter. He won’t engage me directly because he KNOWS He's got nothing. He knows he is just trying to throw dirt on my name. Problem is? I stay clean.

A cocky look.

Fujiko Mine: Molly, you and your clique has done everything that they possibly could to stuff my career, my reputation back into this grave. You’ve hoped and prayed that I would just stay gone, so you could move on. But you’re never going to succeed. I am going to keep coming. I’ll start with Mercy Williams, and then I’ll come for you. Even though you’ve become a delusional little bird with blinders, I’ll rip them off of you and show you the truth.

Fujiko stops playing with her hair.

Fujiko Mine: That you were better than me on one night. And if I had stuck around, there’s a very...very good chance that your oh so great Pride Championship reign wouldn’t have been as great. It might have ended at my hands.

Fujiko shrugs, but then something of a sad look crosses her face.

Fujiko Mine: I honestly was hoping that by the time I was ready to return, you’d still be the Pride champion. I was hoping that I could come back to you still dominating. I was rooting for you. I was hoping that the old Molly Reid, who wasn’t kidding herself and listening to a guy who has built his legacy and his ego off the backs of others, was still champion so that I could come and prove that you were just better on that one night. But that’s okay. I got something almost as good. I got a supremely cocky Molly Reid. One who told the WORLD that she would, and I quote “Never lose to Fujiko Mine.”

She can’t help but laugh.

Fujiko Mine: When I prove that wrong, Molly? You’re going to wake up to a new reality. A reality where this grave you’ve been trying to push me back into?

The camera swivels back to show the grave Fujiko is sitting near. However, it is much less deep than it was before. The shovel is in the same condition it was in before.

Fujiko Mine: It’s going to be even harder to get me in there. All your hard work, getting your clique to flutter and chatter their pro-Molly stances? They are going to be less loud. You are going to find it harder to ignore my words.

Fujiko tilts her head to the side.

Fujiko Mine: The saddest thing about all of this, Molly? It would’ve been so much easier for you if you’d just accepted that I was back, accepted my challenge instead of playing games, and not tried to run and backpedal away from me. You should’ve just let me fight you, and proved whether or not you could beat me again. Now, I’ve got you caught in check. You don’t fight me? You’re scared. You fight me and you LOSE? Will you live it down...the fact that you lost to someone that you claimed isn’t worth your time. You spent all this time trying to put me in the grave…only to find that you’ve dug yourself into a hole you won’t be able to climb out of. I have to be honest with you, Molly. It's going to feel so, so, good to prove you wrong.

Fujiko pushes herself up out of the large chair, standing to her full height.

Fujiko Mine: As for Mercy Williams? Tonight hon...you’re gonna need the new Murder to fight this battle alongside you if you want victory. I didn’t come back to FGA to lose, and I sure don’t plan on letting you kill my momentum. Just know that when I bust you up and beat you? I’m only doing it because Molly sent you out as a sacrificial lamb. She's hoping you'll beat me, so she won't have to try. But she's wrong if she thinks that. When you’re locked in Ecstasy and your only choice is to tap, or you catch that kick to your chin and everything goes black? It’s not personal…

She begins to walk out of frame.

Fujiko Mine: It’s just the will of the Goddess.

She is gone now, and the grave she referred to earlier is also now just flat earth. The camera then zooms in on the large chair Fujiko occupied as the view returns to ringside.

[ COMMERCIAL BREAK ]

[FGA Office]

[ Recorded Earlier ]

Jessie Pederson is shown on the screen.

Jessie Pederson: Welcome to this FGA.com exclusive, earlier this week I sat down with a superstar starting to make waves in FGA, a superstar who on the last episode of Vertigo came very close to winning the FGA 15 title, and it my pleasure to present to my interview with Susan Kent.

The scene then changes to Jessie sitting inside Susan’ s apartment, the words recorded earlier appear at the top of the screen.

Jessie Pederson: Hello, FGA Universe, welcome to this special interview, and welcome my guest at this time Susan Kent, Hello Susan.

The switches over to Susan sitting on the couch.

Susan Kent: Hey, everyone.

Jessie Pederson: First, let me thank you for inviting me here today.

Susan Kent: It’s no problem.

Jessie Pederson: Your first exposure within the FGA ranks was with our former affiliate 3GW, how did you enjoy your time there, and how has it helped you since coming to FGA and Vertigo?

Susan Kent: Well, Jessie when I first arrived here I was very nervous, and inexperienced, but I worked hard to improve, and even though I didn’t win every time out, the experience I gained in those matches was invaluable.

Jessie Pederson: After 3GW closed it doors, did you consider moving to the Kansas, or were you determined to stay in Los Angeles?

Susan Kent: Actually, I did return to Kansas for a little while, and I wrestled some small shows in and around my hometown of Wichita.

Jessie Pederson: Then the opportunity to return under the FGA came around.

Susan Kent: Yes, I spoke to Kendra and she ironed out a contract, and here I am.

Jessie Pederson: Give us your thoughts on your first major feud, with Hercules Cortez.

Susan Kent: Wow, that was very intense.

Jessie Pederson: After you scored a via countout, Hercules went on a terror spree destroying everyone and making sure that it would continue until you faced him again.

Susan Kent: Yeah, I’m have to be honest, he’s a big scary guy but the whole time he was on his rampage, is was training with guys like Hercules, so that when the match finally happened I would be ready.

Jessie Pederson: Which lead into All-Star Showdown, where you scored what many are calling the biggest win of your young career.

Susan Kent: Yeah, It was a hard fought match, and I was able to overcome Hercules.

Jessie Pederson: Moving along, at the last Vertigo, you came up short in your quest for the FGA 15 title, how were you feeling after the match?

Susan Kent: I have great support system, Keller, my mom, Dana, and Kendra. Dana told me not to let the loss get me down, and that not everyone wins the title their first, she’s a veteran wrestler so her words were encouraging, and my mom and Keller always have my back. Kendra she’s not everyone’s cup of tea, she comes across a little brash, but has my best interest at hand.

Jessie Pederson: Final question, what does the future hold for Susan Kent?

Susan Kent: I want to continue to improve in the ring and hopefully someday a title can come my way, and I want to continue to develop my brand outside wrestling, the sky’s the limit, you know.

Jessie Pederson: It sure is, so I would like to thank you for taking time out of your schedule to do this today.

Susan Kent: No problem Jessie.

[FGA Office]

The camera switch to Spencer Burke preparing for another interview.

Spencer Burke: Hello everyone, please welcome at this time, Daniel Widdel.

The cameras pan out to show Daniel Widdel walking into the frame. He’s dressed in his wrestling gear as he is just about to head for his upcoming match which is next. Daniel acknowledges Spencer with a nod and a smile.

Spencer Burke: In moments you are heading to the ring to face off with Macy Dover, a former FGA Fifteen Champion. And, later in the night your rival will get in the ring with the current Fifteen Champion, Terrence Tillman in a title match. What are your thoughts on this?

Daniel let out a chuckle rubbing his beard to contemplate Spencer’s question.

Daniel Widdel: I think it’s pretty funny actually. Today is my birthday and Stunray is the one with a title match. But, I wouldn’t expect title matches be handed out to everyone on their birthday.

Spencer Burke: Nonetheless, happy birthday, Daniel.

Daniel Widdel: Thank you Spencer. I don’t even mind that I’m working on my birthday. I get into a ring with a woman who has been a champion in FGA. She’s the one who bought the Fifteen Championship back into the fold which has given us more opportunities to fight over some gold. She may have lost the gold, but I can see that she would want to show redemption for her loss to Terrence. And I definitely need to go out and prove myself as a competitor and a serious threat as a FGA talent. I have a lot of goals to reach in FGA other than to finish of my business with Stunray. I would definitely love to become a champion, so of course that’s something on my list.

Spencer Burke: To become a champion, what are your thoughts of Stunray getting that opportunity before you?

Daniel Widdel: I can’t lie, I’m upset that he’s the one who has that shot instead of me. But you know what, this is Stunray’s time on centre stage. He wants to relive his glory days of being a champion from 15 years ago? Well this his chance. But I can guarantee one thing, IF he does win, I seriously doubt Delta Madison would be crawling back to him. She’s much better than that - she’s no superficial being who loves a man because he’s a champion.”

Daniel rolled his eyes at Stunray’s deluded belief of the woman who once loved him. Daniel moved towards the camera, holding the microphone from Spencer’s hand.

Daniel Widdel: Stunray, I know you’re too engulfed in your title match, so I don’t expect you to get involved in my match. And just letting you know I have no intentions to get involved in yours. I want to sit and watch you go out there trying to becoming that champion you once were… Or maybe, or just maybe your fifteen minutes of trying to relive your fame would be over before it even begun. So go get ‘em tiger.”

Daniel smirked with a raised eyebrow into the camera, moving the microphone back towards Spencer.

Spencer Burke: Thank you for your time Daniel.

Daniel Widdel: Thank you for having me, now I must go out there and fight Macy Dover.

Daniel proceeds towards the curtains to make his entrance for his match as the cameras cut away.

[FGA Office]

Daniel Widdel vs. Macy Dover

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

Turn Down for What!

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

J.A. Aldridge: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, from National City, California! She is “The Bulldover” MACYYYY DOOOOVERRRR!!!

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: I’ve heard that Macy Dover is one again upset that she hasn’t received a rematch for the FGA 15 Championship!

Stephy Auger: She’s got every right to be ticked off! Terrence Tillman is intentionally avoiding her!

Kris Cruise: Maybe he’s just giving her the same treatment that Dover gave him when he wanted a shot?

Stephy Auger: Oh please, Cruise. We all know how much of a coward Tillman is. You don’t have to make up stories for him.

Acoustic chords of "Nothing Personal" by Night Riots echo through the sound system. When the hard hitting chorus hits, Daniel Widdel steps on stage. He extends out his arms out to his sides leaning his head back soaking in the positive reaction from the fans. Daniel lowers his arms to pause for a moment to take in everything. Daniel eyed the ring while he walked down the walkway.

J.A. Aldridge: And her opponent, now residing out of Santa Monica, California! Weighing in at 215 pounds… DANIELLLL WIDDELLLL!!!

Daniel jumped onto the apron and sprung himself over the top rope. Daniel went to the furthest right turnbuckle and inaudible shouted out to pump up the fans and himself. He jumped down the turnbuckle and stood in the ring.

Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel returns to action here on his birthday. Unfortunately for him, it’s his longtime rival, Stunray, that is getting a championship opportunity here tonight.

Stephy Auger: As he should. What has Widdel done recently besides prove how much of a spoil sport he is? He got himself intentionally disqualified at All-Star Showdown Six because he was afraid of getting outwrestled on the big stage!

Kris Cruise: I don’t think that’s what happened at all. Clearly Widdel’s anger got the better of him. I think even Widdel himself would admit that. But he’s not afraid of getting in the ring with Stunray. In fact, there’s word going around that the two of them will find themselves on opposite ends of the squared circle in a few weeks.

Stephy Auger: Good! Then Stunray can finish this once and for all and leave Widdel in the dust where he belongs!

The bell sounds as Widdel and Dover lock up. The Bulldover quickly gains the advantage after a knee strike to the midsection. The boos continue as Dover knocks Widdel down to the mat with several clubbing strikes across the back. She then reaches down, pulls Widdel back up and whips him into the corner. After charging into the corner, Dover connects with a hard clothesline. Dover backs up towards the center of the ring, runs back into the corner and delivers another hard clothesline to Widdel. Dover backs up towards the center of the ring before running back into the corner. This time, Widdel ducks and dumps Dover over the top rope. After Dover lands safely on the apron, Widdel turns around and connects with a step-up enzuigiri, knocking Dover off the apron and to the floor.

Kris Cruise: Dover went to the well one too many times there and it cost her.

Widdel steps out onto the apron, takes a few steps back and begins waving up Dover. He then turns his attention to the audience and begins waving his arms up and down to hype up the crowd. Once Dover picks herself back up and turns around, Widdel runs along the apron, leaps off and goes for a Superman Punch. But Dover counters with a battering ram to the chest, knocking Widdel out of Widdel.

Kris Cruise: What a counter by The Bulldover!

Stephy Auger: She just headbutted him out of the air!

Dover picks up Widdel and rolls him back inside before sliding back in and making the cover.

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THR-NO!

Widdel gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Stephy Auger: Widdel didn’t even have the strength to lift his shoulder up! I think that headbutt to the chest knocked the air right out of him!

Dover picks up Widdel, marches into the corner and slams him face-first into the top turnbuckle. She then turns Widdel around and delivers several shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Dover then takes Widdel and whips him hard into the opposite corner. After Widdel crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles, he begins to stumble away from the corner as Dover runs into the ropes. When she comes back, she knocks Widdel down with a running European Uppercut. She makes the cover.

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Widdel gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Dover’s starting to really do a number on Widdel.

Stephy Auger: Yeah, she’s imaging that that’s Tillman that she’s kicking all around the ring! If the champion was intentionally going out of his way to stack other contenders in front of me, I’d be pissed, too!

Dover picks up Widdel and delivers a headbutt that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. While Widdel tries to shake off the blow, Dover marches over, nails him with a boot to the midsection and shoots him into the far ropes. When Widdel comes back, Dover throws out a clothesline. But Widdel ducks and runs into the ropes. When Widdel returns, Dover goes for a back elbow to the face. But again, Widdel ducks and runs into the ropes. When Widdel comes back, Dover lifts him up and brings him down with a Samoan Drop. She turns over and makes the cover.

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Widdel gets his shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: Dover’s really starting to run away with this one. Widdel’s got to find a way to get back into this contest.

Dover picks up Widdel and goes to lift him up for a vertical suplex. But on the way up, Widdel nails her with a knee to the face. After Widdel is lowered back down, he follows up with a double knee facebreaker. He turns and makes the cover.

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Dover gets her shoulder up.

Kris Cruise: The cover only gets two. But that double knee facebreaker may have given Widdel the opening he’s desperately needed.

Widdel picks up Dover and goes for an irish whip. But Dover reverses, sending him into the ropes. When Widdel returns, the crowd boos when Dover knocks him down with a leg lariat. She makes the cover.

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Widdel gets the shoulder up.

Stephy Auger: Just like that, she’s back on the attack!

Dover picks up Widdel and whips him into the ropes. She throws out a spinning heel kick. But she does so too early, allowing Widdel to hang onto the ropes. After Dover crashes onto the canvas, she starts to sit up. Widdel then runs over and connects with a kick to the face. He drops down and makes the cover.

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Dover gets her shoulder up.

Widdel picks up Dover and moves her into the corner before sitting her down across the top turnbuckle. As Widdel climbs up onto the second ropes, Dover nails Widdel with several elbows to the face. She then shoves Widdel down to the canvas. After Dover slips back down she begins waving up Widdel. As Widdel slowly gets back to his feet, Dover runs from out of the corner and knocks him down with a Shining Wizard. The crowd boos as she makes the cover.

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Widdel gets his shoulder up.

Dover picks up Widdel and nails him with a European Uppercut, sending him stumbling back against the ropes. Dover heads over, grabs Widdel by the wrist and pulls him away from the ropes before throwing out a short-arm clothesline. But Dover ducks, grabs Dover from behind and throws her down with an inverted powerslam. The cheers continue as he pushes Dover over and makes the cover.

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Dover gets her shoulder up.

Widdel picks up Dover and goes for an irish whip. But Dover reverses, sending Widdel into the ropes. When Widdel returns, he throws out another Superman Punch. But again, Dover ducks. When Widdel turns around, Dover throws out a running bicycle kick. But Widdel catches her foot. He then throws the foot down, hooks Dover’s arm, lifts her up and throws her down with a kneeling side slam. The cheers continue as Widdel picks Dover up off the mat, doubles her over with a kick to the midsection and lifts her up for a sitout powerbomb. When Dover is lifted up onto Widdel’s shoulders, she nails him with punches to the face. After Dover slips down in front of Widdel, she turns and runs into the ropes. When Dover comes back, Widdel finally connects with a Superman Punch. While Dover is dazed, Widdel doubles her over with a boot to the midsection before lifting her up and spiking her with an Implant DDT. Widdel brings Dover back to her feet before delivering the Emulsion Down (inverted overdrive). He makes the cover.

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THREE!

The crowd cheers when “Nothing Personal” hits the speakers.

J.A. Aldridge: Here is your winner, DANIEL WIDDEL!!!

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

Kris Cruise: Daniel Widdel gets the W on his birthday with a win over Macy Dover!

Stephy Auger: Yeah, but his best birthday gift of all is coming up… when Stunray knocks off Triple T and becomes the new 15 Champion!